Natasha and Steve woke up the next morning. Steve was in a blue jacket, white top and blue jeans. He had his things at SHIELD already.
However, only Steve was on the field, due to Natasha past injury, when she was in a comma for 2 weeks and counting. Fury gave her at least a month, and it was coming towards the end. It was group effort, so the rest of team were going to.
"Do you have to go? I'm going to miss you." Natasha pouted.
"Fury's orders. But hey, don't worry. When we all come back we are all going to ask for leave. For few weeks, that gives us and everyone else to have a catch up." Steve smiled, but then frowning at Natasha sad face.
"What's the mission?" She asked him.
"It's not my mission." He whispered.
"WHAT? Who? If you say Stark," She huffed.
"I'm sorry Nat. Fury just thought that a rescue mission was more for him, then me. It's just I always do rescue missions, and.." He trailed off. "It's nothing, we better get going."'
Together they headed to the garage, and Natasha drove Steve to the brand new HQ, in upstate New York. She parked, and they walked out, certainly earning a few looks from the bystanders, and other Agents.
"Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers. We've prepped the jet, and the rest of Stark's crew are aboard. Say your goodbyes, then Miss Romanoff head to the conference room. Agent Hill, Carter and Skye are already up there setting up the computer system." And with that Fury walked away.
Natasha turned to Steve, and pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back, then broke away to see the rest of the team standing there.
"Stark, you take care ofyourselves. I ain't dealing with no deaths this time, alright?" She chuckled, while lightly sniffing.
"We promise. Well I promise, I hate to break up the bye, byes, but we need to go. NATO's bug is getting closer to the base."
Steve let go of Natasha and smiled at her, then walked off with the rest of the team.
"Goodbye Cap."
