Steve Rogers walked with his head low, weaving through the streets of New York unnoticed. A baseball cap and a turned up collar hid his face as the pedestrians rushed about him.
The pit-pat of his feet were silenced as he stopped in front of a small coffee shop, with the "Open" sign flickering. With a quick glance around him, Steve grabbed the door handle and swung it open.
The bell above the doorway let out a high-pitched ring as he entered. Few people sat in the old, leather chairs and no one turned around to glance at the solider.
Steve began making his way across the shop, eyes forward and focused on the young man in the corner.
"Noah Austin?"
The young man glanced up from his laptop, wrapping his arms protectively around it.
"I don't know who that is," the man replied, narrowing at Steve through his big glasses.
"She taught you well," Steve replied, seating himself across the table from Noah.
"Who?"
The young man's question was firm and unwavering, but his eyes opened wider and his heart rate gained speed.
"Steve Rogers," Cap greeted, ignoring the man's question and holding his hand out.
Noah glanced at the open hand and replied, "Yeah, I know. So how the hell do you know my name?"
"You look just as described in the file," Steve continued, avoiding yet answering the man's question, "Perhaps a bit older. How old are you now? Twenty four?"
"What files?"
"You took to heart what she taught you."
Noah's posture became rigid as he heard what the solider was saying.
"Look," he began, letting out a deep breath, "I don't know what she told you-"
"She didn't tell me anything."
"What?"
"A friend of mine was able to hack into her phone. We found your number."
"She still has it!" Noah almost shouted, before composing himself and adding, "Why the hell does she still have it?"
"Noah," Steve began, leaning his elbows on the small table, "She is tracking you. At this very moment, she knows exactly where you are."
The young man ran a shaking hand through his dark hair, before mumbling, "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh sh-"
"What happened? Back in Russia. Why is Natasha Romanoff tracking your every move?"
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Spider's Web
Fanfiction"She's not who you think. She's a spy. Cap, she's The spy. Her words are lies and her actions are all charades. Don't get too close. You don't want to be caught in her web as I was."
