Hey guys!

Sorry it took me awhile to publish the first chapter. But I'm glad I got to finally update! Yehey! I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

I give you the first official REVISED chapter of Against All Odds.

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( one. secrets )

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Over the course of months of training, the new Avengers were finally ready to take their first mission out there on the field.

Needless to say, they all had gotten rather close to one other and became friends just like they were with their former teammates. Steve finally found his right man for the job, and that's Sam. She was happy for him, really, as he deserves a good friend like Sam to stick with him after suffering so much with what happened with Bucky.

And about Bucky, she always thought about telling him the truth about Bucky. She always hesitated, contemplated, and convinced herself that this wasn't the right time to lay it out on him.

But now, she couldn't hide it any longer. The guilt was eating her up since she knew that Steve had been nothing but honest with her the very first day they started going out. He trusted her and kept no secrets from her.

That's why she needed to do the same. To be fair. To show how much he's changed her. And to show how much she's serious about the part of loving him enough to not hide a single thing from him. Things were getting more and more serious with her and Steve and the last thing she wants is for him to feel like she betrayed him.

So, Natasha had decided, that she was going to tell him now. As in now now. Right before they engage on their first official mission back in the world.

Steve was in his office, sitting by the chair to the desk by the corner of his room, working away on something with his laptop (it still amazed her to this day that he already learned how to use electronic devices with her help). Their rooms were just closed by with one another and they were the only ones who roomed on this floor, so sometimes they acted as if the whole level was theirs already. But she had stayed the night in his room yesterday. It wasn't the first time though, because they've been doing it occasionally.

She didn't know what he was doing, just watched as his fingers typed their way apprehensively. It was early as 5 in the morning so it was still dim outside yet he was up like a bat. The light from the screen made his eyes very blue and alive. The only thing off was the fact that he was frowning way too much.

She leaned against the door frame, her mind calling out the shots to just do this another time because he seemed pretty busy. But she decided that if she didn't tell him this now, then she might never get the chance too next time. He needed to know. "Steve?" she called.

He glanced up from the laptop and spotted her briefly by the door before lowering his eyes back to the screen again. "Nat? Why are you up this early?"

"Couldn't sleep." She said simply.

Silence dawned on them for a moment. And when he saw that she wasn't going to say anything else, just standing there and looking as stiff and troubled as he was, his face loomed over a tad bit worry. "You okay, love?"

"What are you doing?" she asked.

The sudden shift in subject alarmed him but he answered it anyway. "I'm working on the files that Sam asked me to do. Turns out he found some liable information that we could use to get a lead on Rumlow. I'm sending all these to him now so he could extract it and get it done."

Alright, that clearly sounded very important. Just the mention of their former SHIELD ally now turned enemy was almost enough to make her step a foot back. Almost. "Oh," she muttered, looking down at the floor.

"Do you need something?" he asked, still keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

"I uh..." She bit her lip, feeling her heart raced in anxiety. She sucked in a breath. "I need to talk to you."

During the long time they've been together, they knew each other well enough to the point they could read one another most of the time. And Steve definitely knew, from the way her voice faltered and she fidgeted in her spot, he knew it was something serious. She rarely ever does that. Very rarely.

He clicked the 'send' button on the screen before closing his laptop to let her know that he was giving her his full attention. "That sentence is always enough to give me a heart attack." He raised an eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his tired face.

She smiled weakly, now feeling more nervous than ever when he was now fully looking and listening to nothing but her. Her alone. "Steve, I..." she sighed.

He stood up, striding over to where she was. He was wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts and she was still wearing the silk nightgown she slept in. "What's wrong?" he asked.

She glanced up at him, and because she was barefooted, their height difference was really at an edge. He towered over her, his tired blue eyes streaking with nothing but concern, still. "I need to tell you something." She said, quietly.

His eyebrows knitted in puzzlement. "What is it?"

Natasha sucked in a breath, her mouth gaping open and closing just after. The words were clear enough on her mind but it was difficult to get them out. It was like her tongue was wrapped and twisted up in the fear of what she was about to say. "You have to understand that I did this because I love you and I trust you and I feel like you have the right to know."

His frown got deeper. "Nat, what's going on?"

Her heart felt like it was going to explode. The intensity of the stare he's giving her almost made her want to sink to the floor. The idea of her hurting him, of dealing with the fact that he'd possibly look at her differently is something she always dreaded. Steve's opinions always mattered to her because he's just that important to her.

It was now or never. "Steve," she looked at him in the eyes. "Me and—"

The loud ring from a phone interrupted her halfway. 

The words died down on her throat before she could get the chance to get it out. "Uh, sorry, just let me..." Steve turned back to the desk and grabbed his phone. Once he knew the caller, he glanced up at her with a sheepish look. "Is it okay if I..."

She gave him a nod, not knowing if she should breathe in relief or in frustration.

He answered it, pressing the phone to his ear. "Sam?" She wasn't surprised that Sam would be up as early as this time. He and Steve would usually go for their morning run if they're not spending the time training. "Yeah, I'm still at my place. Nat's here with me." There was a muffled sound on the other side, some shuffling in the background. Steve started to flush red, his face scrunching up to a glare. "I don't even know what that means. What? No. Shut up. Did you find anything?" He was silent as Sam answered. She watched as Steve's expression turned from blushing annoyance to one of seriousness. His eyes hardened. "Where? How are we going to—right now? Right now. Alright, alright. Keep Wanda posted. We'll meet you outside. Bye."

He pulled down the phone from his ear. And he must've noticed her questioning gaze at one point because he was already answering her before she could even ask him. "They found him."

She stared at him, her features mirroring between disbelief and shock. "Now?" It was more than just a shock really. This was a huge thing for them since they've been trying to track the bastard for months now and so far this was the first time they came close to finding him.

Steve nodded. "We need to go. Sam's calling in Wanda."

Natasha was almost tempted to remind him again of the thing she was supposed to say before they got interrupted, but she figured the mission was far more important than anything else. Just like what they had discussed. They've been doing a pretty decent job at keeping this promise and she wasn't going to break this now.

She would tell him after. The final word. No matter what happens, she really is going to tell him. "Okay, I'll get changed." She moved to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Just as she turned away though, he grabbed her hand. "Wait," he said, making her stop in her tracks and glance back at him. "You were about to tell me something?"

Oh, so he did remember.

Suddenly, she felt the fear and anxiety crawling up her spine again. Her breath hitched in her throat as he looked at her and waited. Waited for the important thing she was going to say. But she couldn't, not when they had a mission to finish first. 

"Later. It can wait," she said.

He eyed her skeptically. "You sure?" 

Hesitantly, she nodded. 

Steve sighed, "Alright." He dipped his head down to give her a kiss, his fingers brushing the satin fabric of her nightgown to the bare skin by her backside. His touch trailed goosebumps over her arm. 

She gasped softly as they pulled away, keeping her forehead against his. "You're getting good at this." she murmured.

He laughed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Learnt from the best." As he looked at her the second time, the playfulness was nowhere to be found in those pair of blue eyes. His voice was unrelenting. Commanding. So, she knew that it was no longer Steve Rogers asking her this, but it was Captain America ordering her. "Suit up."

Just like that, a flick of the switch sounded in her mind. She looked at him, green eyes filled with determination, obedience, and respect to her leader. Her Captain.

She was Black Widow. 

And together, they would find and beat this no good son of a bitch.

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By the time they got to the plane, Steve was already giving out his instructions and orders. She figured that it'd make sense he's all riled up in this because the nasty things that Rumlow had been doing for the past year were enough to be considered as goddamn crazy.

Rumlow was a crazy and insane HYDRA operative who went missing a few months back and had been feeding them all bunch of blackmail nonsense and threats. It only tells how much he loathed them. Not like it wasn't a mutual feeling after all.

"Wanda, you think you can do it this time?" Steve asked, looking at the youngest recruit in their team.

She sent him a lopsided smile. "We've trained this every day for months, Steve. I'm sure I can handle it now."

The girl's powerful, Natasha had to admit. She may be more powerful than the rest of them, given the powers she had. She has a lot potential to use those against their enemies out their on the field. 

Steve thought so too, and he took care of that. He took the time to train Wanda and help her control and understand her powers. They practiced literally every day. It was started off with a rocky patch, but eventually, she got the hang of it. Thanks to their very compassionate and stubborn captain.

"The last time you said that I almost got crushed by an eight-wheeler truck," Steve said flatly.

Wanda shrugged, innocently. "I warned you but you didn't listen." She smiled shortly, "And it's not like you can't withstand a truck. You're practically invincible."

He rolled his eyes, chastising, "Unlike someone, I actually spend my strength and energy to pull or push any kind of weight."

"That's hardly a problem for a super soldier, I think."

Steve smirked at her. "You have no idea."

Wanda rolled her eyes as well, an amused chuckle escaping her lips.

Natasha heaved a breath, ignoring the twisting feeling in her stomach. Like what she said, since Steve was training Wanda more so often than the other recruits ('cause Wanda's the one who required more guidance being a kid and all), he got closer with her than she is with the rest of them. Sure, she had grown to get acquainted with the kid, but not as well as Steve did.

So far, Steve was the only one whom Wanda really trusted in their team.

She was going to admit, they really hadn't gotten off to a smooth start. Ever since the incident with Sokovia, with them being former allies of Ultron, she was still suspicious and skeptical towards the girl. And Steve, being the good man he was, always sees the potential and good in everyone. 

So, she did the same after so much nagging from him to give Wanda a chance. And she hated to admit that he was right. Again. Wanda turned out to be okay, after all. She was usually getting on her nerves but that quickly changed when they settled their differences and pasts aside.

They were friends but they don't exactly trust each other. Not fully at least. As long as they were getting the mission done? She was alright with that.

She saw Wanda took the seat next to her. She shifted in the seat, not looking at her but knowing she was talking to her. "Don't make that face," she muttered.

Natasha sighed, annoyed. "What?" 

Wanda glanced at her. "You're jealous." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. An accusation, even. 

Her tone turned sharper. "I'm not." she snapped. 

She really wasn't. This certainly wasn't jealousy. It was more along the lines of being selfish. It had been a long time since she felt this way, this protectiveness and being territorial of what's hers and hers alone. But it was a childish thing. It was not applicable to their situation because they weren't a teenage couple making out on the bench. 

No, they were goddamn superheroes who needed to put the world first before their own selves.

And she knew it was a stupid and unreasonable excuse to be this selfish, but she wasn't used to Steve giving the kind of attention and treatment he gives to her to someone else too. Steve means everything to her. He really does. She was afraid of losing the one person who gave her a chance of living. Loving. 

And even if he told her a thousand times he would never leave her, never think of letting her go, she was scared that maybe one day he'll see her for what the world see her as. A murderer. A weapon. A mess incapable of being fixed.

It was pathetic. She was pathetic.

She was Black Widow and she couldn't even get past the reasoning of separating work and personal affairs just because of him. Of love. Stupid. It was really stupid. She still couldn't get a grip on herself and on her fucking brain to make her understand that.

"I think of Steve as my brother. I told you that before right?" Wanda reminded, her voice going quieter so the others wouldn't hear. "Ever since I lost..."

Natasha sensed the pain in her voice, the cracks of the remaining strength left in her. She couldn't let her think that way, not when she didn't do anything wrong. "It's fine, Wanda. It's nothing, really. Don't mind me it's... stupid. This is stupid. I'll get used to it eventually."

Oh, and one other thing.

Since this girl can actually fuck with people's minds, she was one of the people who found out about her relationship with Steve. And ever since then, she's been constantly reminding her that she doesn't plan to think of her boyfriend that way. Never.

"It's not stupid. I understand if you want to protect the thing you love most. And you have every right to considering he's yours after all." Wanda surmised.

That sounded a terrible way to put it. Never once did she want to think of Steve as her possession. Sure, she was protective and selfish with him, but she could never be selfish enough to consider him as her object. Her thing. Steve was more than that. 

"He's not mine. I don't own him."

"But you love him."

She stared at her like it was a ridiculous thing to say. "Of course." She said, eyebrows knitted together. "But there's no place for that out here. Whatever happens, our jobs come first. The mission comes first. We're an Avenger, and we do this for the people. It's a risk we're willing to take."

Wanda frowned, a disapproving look lingering on her face. "That seems too much of a price. Aren't you allowed to think of yourselves once in a while?"

She sighed, giving her an empty smile. "Not everyone has the right to bleed. No matter how much you're hurting, you just bear with it until you get used to it. In a way, it makes you stronger, I guess."

The young girl was silent, her face held an expression like she couldn't believe what Natasha was telling her. Is this how the world really works? The risk you should be willing to take if she continued down the path of being an Avengers? Is falling in love more of a liability than an asset?

"I don't understand." She muttered, hanging her head low. 

"Don't put so much thought it in. You're like what, seventeen? You still have plenty of years ahead of you to meet someone, kid." She claimed, smirking at her teasingly. "I'm sure Vision could wait until you're of legal age."

Wanda's cheeks heat up, her face turning to a steaming hot red. She glared at her harshly, "Natasha!" It was a good thing that Vision was left back at the facility. Only she and Sam were the ones accompanying the captain and the spy on this mission.

"What?" she asked lamely.

She pursed her lips, flustered. "We're just friends."

Natasha shook her head in amusement. "Trust me when I say that line is a one-way ticket to the tunnel of love."

She glanced at where Steve was, he was talking with Sam when his gaze fleeted over to hers briefly. He gave her a cheeky smile as soon as he caught her looking. She smiled back.

Wanda noticed the exchange between the couple, couldn't help but smile on her own.

She wonders if she'd ever get a chance to feel the kind of love like Natasha and Steve have.

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LAGOS.

Once they were situated in the city of Lagos, they quickly got down to their orders just like Steve had given them. He went to stand by on a top floor of a building on the corner. Sam was assigned to the lookout by following Rumlow's tracks while she and Wanda were inconspicuously sitting outside of a small cafe while scanning the area. They were keeping an eye out for their target.

Wanda took a sip of her black coffee.

"All right, what do you see?" Steve's voice sounded through her earpiece.

She felt the strong liquid ran down her throat. God, why did she even ordered black coffee? "Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street." She glanced behind her to see a pair of policemen sharing a conversation. "It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" 

"Cameras." 

"Both cross streets are one way."

She tried not to sound so smart when she stated the obvious. "So compromise escape routines."

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." He asserted. "You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one? It's cute." She responded, playing with the remaining content of her coffee.

"It's also bulletproof." Natasha couldn't help but cut in, following the flow of their talk while silently observing the place. Based on her observation, what Steve deduced was probably a little more complicated than that."Which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." 

She was seated at the other table, just a little behind from where Wanda was. She was also wearing a pair of shades (she still wondered if shades do anything to hide your identity to the people) for the complete incognito look.

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda said nonchalantly.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." She countered, glancing at where she was.

Sure enough, Wanda did, and she couldn't help but give her a smirk.

"Anybody ever told you you're being a little paranoid?" Sam chimed in.

"Not to my face." Natasha retorted, rolling her eyes. "Why? Did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target, folks." Steve reminded them, his tone dripping in every ounce of seriousness. How she pictured him peeking through the curtains of the window from where he was and couldn't help but thought the mental image of it was cute enough to make her smile inwardly. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

Sam let out a scoff. "If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us."

"Kind of?" Natasha exclaimed, snorting in disbelief. "I'm sure he loathes us enough to beat the shit out of us."

"Keep your language PG, Natasha. There's a kid on the comms." Sam chastised.

Wanda's offended voice rang through their earpiece. "I'm barely a kid, excuse me."

Steve took the time to cut in and direct their attention back to their main subject. "Hey Sam, see that garbage truck?"

"Uh-huh. What about it?"

"Tag it."

Sam did what he was told to. Moments later, one of his little friends came out the back of his suit and followed the garbage truck wherever it went no matter how many turns it took. It hovered just below the truck.

"Give me X-ray." He was given an analysis of the whole compartment of the truck. "That truck's loaded for max weight, and the driver's armed." 

Natasha's eyes widened, realization pouring into her. "It's a battering ram."

"Go now," Steve ordered.

Wanda froze in her spot. "What?"

"He's not hitting the police." Steve deduced, bolting straight out of the room right after. They heard the sound of a door slamming shut through the comms.

With that, Natasha and Wanda quickly stood up from their seats, proceeding to follow where the two men were heading. She turned to her, asking, "You know where to go right?"

"Of course. I'm not a little girl." Wanda reckoned, splitting up to find a place where she could use as a takeoff.

Natasha, on the other hand, tried to think of a way to get there fast without causing any commotion. Her eyes darted to the streets, then to the buildings, and finally, her eyes landed on the motorbike parked on the side of the pavement.

Her face lit up, running over to stop in front of it. A smirk traced the corner of her lips. "Hey, babe?" 

It took five seconds before the response came. "Yeah?" Steve's voice responded.

"Mind if I borrow your stuff for a while?" She asked, rounding the bike as she searched for the keys.

"Depends on what it is."

"Your bike can I... where are the keys... oh! Got it." She lifted up the seat and saw the keys tucked behind a leather jacket. She shut off the compartment and lift a leg over to sit up. "Seriously, Steve, who the hell leaves their keys on their motorbikes itself?"

"It could come in handy. Like it did now," he responded, his tone slightly teasing.

She inserted the keys, lifted her foot, and pushed her weight down to start the engine. The familiar sound of his motorbike resonated through her ears. She was sure glad that Steve had taught her to use this back then, he was right to tell her that she might need it sometime.

"Try not to crash and break it, though."

She rolled her eyes. "You have little faith in me, you know?"

Steve chuckled, a couple of cars honking and air whooshing in the background. Judging from the way he was deliberately trying to catch his breath, she assumed he was running and pushing through the crowd of people in the area. "I'm kidding, love. Hurry up will you? We're kinda running late here."

So, she twisted the handles and sped off, though she couldn't help herself from teasing back. "Says the hundred-year-old captain."

"Shut up."

She laughed softly in response.

She tried to reach the area the fastest way she could, but with all the people in the streets, and considering the multiple turns she made, it was a huge hassle for her. Oh, and she quite forgot to mention that this motorcycle was heavy as fuck so it was difficult for her to round a corner and steer ways.

It was probably after five minutes when she finally reached the entrance of the building they were targeting.

"Rumlow has a biological weapon," Steve told them.

When she finally has a full view of the armed men on the ground, she let out a devil of a smirk. "I'm on it."

She was heading for them at full speed. After pressing the brakes, she used her feet to push herself off the motorbike and hurled it right at them. She shot one of her electric bites at the men and threw herself to chuck him down the floor. 

She slammed her foot at the metal door, hitting the other man straight in the face, and used her fists to knock him unconscious. She sensed one coming at her from behind, turning around just in time to knock the gun from his grip and kicked him in the shin. Propping herself up on the truck, she used one of her electric bites again to shock the incoming enemy. She took a second to catch her breath.

"Well done, Nat." She heard Steve praise her. "But still a tad slower than I am."

Natasha fought the urge to scoff. "You're a super soldier so you're out of the context."

"I thought you've always considered me as your equal?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe?"

"What's in it for me, then?"

"Hmm." She could practically see him grinning from the other side of the comm. His voice turned lighter, teasing, "A kiss?"

Her lips curved upwards, her tone went huskier. Lower. Seductive. "Just a kiss?"

From the way his breath hitched and stumbled over his words, she was sure he was blushing madly now. "Get your orders done and you'll find out."

She smirked. "Noted, babe."

"Stop being mushy on the comms!" Sam's voice scolded through their earpieces. "Save all that for the bedroom, will you?"

They both winced and flushed in embarrassment.

Other than Wanda, Sam also knew of their relationship ever since he had become Steve's right man. When he grew suspicious of them, he kept nagging Steve to the point where the captain just had it and made him swore not to speak of it anymore. 

Sam, of course, didn't stop speaking of it. He was even the one responsible for making up the rule of 'All matters regarding the soldier and the spy's relationship must be handled privately and not on the goddamn field', because at some point during a mission, their argument led to them missing their target and had to cut back a few days and deliberately wasting more time to complete their job. Not to mention, causing him and Wanda a very great deal of discomfort whenever they were arguing or getting all cutesy or handsy.

Somehow, Natasha had considered him a liable friend to remind them whenever she and Steve were getting their head out of the game. Though it would happen rarely now, unlike before, it still happens. 

These thoughts were abruptly cut off when she suddenly felt a hand yanked her tightly. The spy whipped around to see an armed man, more well-guarded than the others, tugging on her collar to try and drag her with him.

She laid a punch to his chest, then his arm, and jabbed her elbow towards his face. She spun around and twisted his hand to break free from his grip. She hit his jaw but was caught off guard when the man gripped her hair and pulled it hard.

She was incredibly pissed off by the action and slammed her electric knife at his neck, but she was shocked to find that it had no effect on him.

"I don't work like that no more." A familiar voice rang out. He grabbed a hold of her and slammed her downwards inside the truck. She looked up just in time to see the grenade fell from his hands. "Fire in the hole."

The hole was shut off. She landed with a loud thud and found two other soldiers inside the truck. Her eyes darted to the soldiers, then to the ticking grenade in front of her. As soon as the soldier made a move to shoot her, she raised her feet to strike. She used the other guy as her shield from the grenade.

She was blasted out of the truck, landing on the ground with a loud thud. Her head throbbed at the impact, and she coughed furiously because of the smoke.

"Nat! You okay?" Worry filled Steve's tone.

She tried to answer when another cough filled up her lungs.

As soon as Steve heard that, he couldn't contain himself not to check on her. 

Hurriedly, he broke the door open and immediately searched for a redhead in the grounds. But he wasn't expecting to come face to face with a gun aiming at him instead. He raised his shield just in time for the blast to reach him.

He was thrown off to the other side of the floor. Nevertheless, with the pain ramming up his side, he pushed himself off the floor and ran, still raising his shield as protection. But he didn't see the last one coming to be strong enough to strike him outside the building.

Steve felt his body ache in pain once he landed on the hard concrete grounds below. He struggled to get up. "Sam, he's in an AFV heading north."

"On it," Sam responded, flying off to where he was ordered to go.

The captain rose to his feet, glancing around the area to finally find the person he was searching for just moments ago. Thankfully, he saw her and sighed in relief when she was alright. Her face and clothes were stained with dirt but other than that, she looked fine. He grabbed her shield and stalked towards her.

Natasha quickly noticed him approaching. Her eyes inspected his form and were relieved to find that there were no bruises or cuts present on his face. Still, she couldn't help but be concerned. "You alright, soldier? That was a pretty tough fall."

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He waved it off, nodding at her clothes, "What happened?"

"An armed man. Stronger than the others. He tried to kill me off by trapping me in a truck with a grenade and two more soldiers." She answered casually, brushing off the sleeves of her jacket. "I did hear his voice and could sure as hell tell it was Rumlow."

Steve let out a breath. "Well, you're not wrong about that. Come on, Sam's tailing him." His eyes searched for the missing member of their team. "Where's Wanda?"

"Here." The said brunette suddenly landed beside him. Unlike before, she managed to land gracefully and without any problem at all. "What's our next move?"

"I got four, they're splitting up." Sam interjected.

"That's our next move. Split up, and take 'em down." Steve instructed.

Wanda nodded. "See you there," Then she was off again.

Natasha, however, tried to search for Steve's motorbike again. She figured she could use the ride. As soon as her eyes landed on the strewn bike on the ground, she ran towards it with him following closely behind.

"Now I know why you like these things so much." She insinuated, stepping aside to let him pull it back up and get it starting. She hopped on it, giving him a smirk. "Need a ride?"

Steve grimaced. "With you driving? I'd rather not have my death sentence." 

She tried to glare at him but ended up smiling anyway. "You're such a shit, you know that?"

"You love me anyway." He grinned smugly. 

"That I do."

Steve tried his hardest not to smile and focused on rendering back to his Captain America persona. "You help Sam out. Once you get the weapon, meet me there. Something tells me I'll be dealing with Rumlow later on."

She nodded, twisting the handles to get the engine starting. "Aye, aye, captain." She threw him a final smirk before speeding off.

Knowing him, she was sure that he'll already be there by the time she does.

As soon she neared the place and was close to their targets, she stood from the motor and left it in the streets. From car to car she ran and jumped on the tops, peeling through the crowd of people wandering in the streets.

"Natasha? Where the hell are you?" Sam's voice tore through the comms. He sounded anxious.

"Relax, Wilson. I got the two on the left." She assured.

Just as she had expected it, a figure in a red-blue-white suit appeared in her view. He had almost come in a blur. He was gone as fast as she had seen him appear. And honestly, she had no idea if Steve also happens to have the power of super speed.

Steve came across an abandoned load of helmets and vests. "They ditched their gear." He tried to glance at the area for any traces but was frustrated to find nothing else. "It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload."

His attention was diverted when something landed on his shield with a loud clang. His breath quickened when red lights start to blink rapidly and quickly flung it upwards before it exploded. 

Suddenly, a sharp aching pain quickly rammed down his spine. 

Someone had hit him.

He crashed through stalls and rolled over the ground.

"There you are, you son of a bitch!" Rumlow shouted. His voice hissing, threatening, and being excited all at the same time.

Natasha, not far behind from where the two were, heard the commotion from her side. She looked sideways to find the same man that hit her, presumably Rumlow, coming straight for Steve and not in a pleasant way.

The armed man chucked out one of his weapons. "I've been waiting for this!" He hurled it right at the captain.

Steve flew back again and crashed into the tables with great impact.

Her eyes widened in fear. Oh God, Steve. Before she knew what she was doing, her feet started moving and she was heading straight in their direction. But halfway through, her mind stopped her, making her feet stay where they are. She suddenly caught sight of the two men that she originally targeted. 

Remembering their promise that profession should always be put first before personal relationships, she changed her way and proceeded to take down her target.

She knew that Steve could handle his. He always does.

Besides, even if he wasn't one to admit it, her boyfriend did have a knack for surprising everyone with what he can do.

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So what do you think guys?

Did I overdo Steve and Nat's relationship? Or is it lacking too much?

Is this version better than the previous one? 

Please leave comments so I can know your thoughts! Leave votes too if you have the time! Thank you!