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Tasha knew it was reckless, dangerous and stupid, but she marched down to Fury's office after he talk with Steve and layed it on the line. Not all of it of course, but the Director wasn't blind with that one eye of his. He could tell Agent Romanoff was taking far more than simply a professional interest in Steve Rogers. Wisely, he didn't call her on it.

After hours, she finally had the clearance, the team of lower level agents to help them, the files on how Erskine had done it and a hell of a lot of motivation to get the man she...whatever it was she was feeling for Steve, back to being the first Avenger.

Now all she had to do was convince Steve he could stop hiding and come with. You can't make Captain America if you don't have the key ingredient.

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"If you remember... you've been there?"

Tasha looks down, clearly uncomfortable talking about this but she'll push through, for him. "Remember when I mentioned the things I'd done...how I wasn't aware of a lot of it?"

"Yeah, I remember..." He replied, brow furrowed as he ducked his head and tried to look into her eyes.

"There was a program." Natasha pushes through, nervously flexing her fingers in and out of fists. "When I was younger. They adopted little girls who didn't have parents anymore, trained them, used them. They called it the Black Widow program. I was one of the first." She sighs, clearly nervous saying this out loud. She won't be telling him everything, just enough that he knows that she knows this is the right place to look. When she's done being uncomfortable, of course.

Steves lips parted, looking at her as she spoke. Trying to take it all in.

"Are you going to eb okay going back there? We don't have to if you're not..."

"You won't be OK if I don't go back there." It's as simply as that, really. "But, I didn't exactly leave on good terms. There could be trouble but I'll handle it."

"We'll both handle it."

She's been trying to get him to be brave, but not even when he has his ability would Natasha let Steve
anywhere near the Red Room people. "I'll handle it." She repeats firmly.

Steve looked down slightly. " I can sill do something..."

She doesn't want Steve to see her do the things she may have to do. She won't kill anyone unless she has to but lets face it, it's probable. "You just need to be there, Steve. if this works, I'll need Captain America's help to get us out in one piece because these people will not be happy with us using their stuff."

"I need to do something to help....."

"Alright, fine." Natasha yields, though she has every intention of somehow making sure Steve won't see her 'working'. e thinks she's a good person and the things she may have to do soon good people simply do not do.

Steve looked at her and nodded slowly, drawing in a deep breath.

She does her best to keep them both calm for the rest of the trip. It's not easy but she manages and soon they're cleared for landing not far from the aforementioned 'Red Room'.

Natasha is clearly nervous about this, but she puts on a businesslike face and presses on. "Home, sweet home." She says bitterly with a very thick Russian accent.

Steve could tell she was nervous and he reached out to hold her hand, momentarily squeezing it before letting go.

She's trying to get into deadly assassin girl mode here, Steve. Even so Natasha appreciated the gesture, going so far as to grab for his hand again before they get off the plane. "Thank you for being brave." She swallows back her fears and lets go of his hand before stepping off the plane. She has to play this perfectly.

A small smile curled at the edge of his lips as she grabbed his hand again. Steve looked at her and smiled before following her off of the plane.

Natasha closes her eyes, praying he'll forgive her for what she's about to do. She couldn't explain it to him before hand, Tasha knows Steve isn't an actor like she is and his reaction has to be flawless.

A trio of men approach her, eyeing her before they look at Steve. Words are exchanged in quick, no nonsense Russian before Natasha looks back at Steve, switching to English for just two words laced with a harsh Russian accent. "Captain America."

Then the largest of the three men steps forward, moving past Natasha to come to Steve to take him into custody. Sorry,Steve but you're her only bargaining chip to get inside and gain the Red Rooms trust again. It's a... necessary risk.

OOC: Good lord, I am so sorry, Steve! >.>

Steves eyes widen as the man grabbed him. He looked at Natasha, trying badly to pull away from the man. "Natasha?" he asked, a look of disbelief and confusion on his face.

[ooc: sorry about short reply. only think i could manage this morning before we leave. See you soon!]

She meets his eyes for a second, wishing she could tell him everything about this plan to get them both inside, keep them safe, and get them both near enough to the Red Rooms rumored equipment. It's complicated and something she never thought she'd have to let Steve see her do but she can't say anything. Instead her expression softens just long enough to plead 'trust me' before they're both escorted inside, Tasha as an ally and Steve as, well, a prisoner.

Tasha hopes he can forgive her later for doing this to him.

(OOC: HAVE FUN, BB! And no worries, I threw you a curve ball finally <3 *grins* )

Steves eyes ooked at her as if begging her to make them let him go. He had no idea why she was doing this and Steve felt something tug inside him, making him feel something he had never thought he'd feel because of her. Hurt and betrayal.

She can't. Natasha wants to more than anything to make her 'comrades' release Steve but he's part of the deal she offered them. She, of course, has no intention of making good on that deal but Natasha's former 'bosses' are none the wiser. It's not as is she's never spent months, years getting inside a place only to sell them out. This is, much to Tasha's disgust in herself and her past, typical of the woman she was.

"You can not kill him. The key to making the serum a success is within him." Natasha speaks in authoritative Russian to the men leading Steve to a part of the facility that looks to be a cross of a medical unit and a chemistry lab. The men protest, of course, but a harsh look from her silences them. "I have spent years infiltrating SHIELD. They created Captain America. I would say their information is more accurate than yours."

Thank God Steve doesn't speak Russian. She hopes.

His eyes almost begged her before he looked away, tilting his head down. Not wanting to look at her anymore as he tried to make sense of why she was doing this.

Because she has no other choice. Getting Steve back to the man he thinks he needs to be is too important to her. Important enough that she'll risk her life and him hating her for the rest of it to make it happen. All that matters to her is getting Steve back to 'normal'.

They're both lead into a room with a device similar to the machine that originally created Captain America with a little more Russian flair. A scientist eyes Natasha, smirking at her. It makes her skin crawl when he speaks to her. "I told you years ago, you are not a suitable candidate for this process, Natalia." He knows that's not why she's here but he can't resist twisting the knife on yet another 'failure' in the Black Widow's past. Now, she doesn't view it as failure, but at the time the Black Widow was angry enough to kill for being passed over as a subject for Russia's attempt at making a Super Solider. In fact, she did kill over it.

Tasha resists the urge to spit back something that could cock this whole plan up. Instead she nods to Steve. "He is the key to unraveling the mystery." She says in very broken English.

Another set of men bring in Steve's confiscated uniform and shield. Tasha looks at Steve, again that look in her eyes that begs forgiveness or at least cooperation. If this plan works she's going to need him to be at her side, at least professionally to get them both out of here alive.