Right or Wrong? {complete}

Where is she?

*guys I'm so so sorry for the late update. I haven't had my phone for a few days. Sorry again.****

                         Steve and Natasha (POV)
Month 2, Steve:
I feel my notepad slip from my grasp as I see who is in my doorway. "I was hoping I could catch up with you." Fury smirks as he sees me. "What are you doing here?" Thoughts race through my head unlit I come to a conclusion: Natasha. "And are you going to pay for that?!" I angrily gesture to the now broken door. "Once I tell you why I've come the door won't seem so bad." Fury says as he props the door up and hen sits down at the kitchen table, sprawling his files onto it. "What happened to her!?" I reach for the files but Fury pulls them away. I'm about to question him again but he shuts me up with a stern look, his hand still holding the files back. "I'm gonna need you to sit down for this captain Rogers." Worry makes me obey. Once again I'm about to question him but he adds "MIA." There it is. What I've dreaded hearing. MIA. Natasha is Missing In Action. "You wanna talk. Or leave that part to me?" Furys words make me realize that I haven't said anything for a good ten minutes. "Well you were right. I'm not so mad about that door anymore." I'm too devastated to be angry. I can't move. I can't talk anymore. So I stay silent and try to listen as Fury continues talking about the details. He talks about her last location. He tells me about every possible threat in Russia. He describes the frequent patterns of terrorist groups. In between these facts he assures me that S.H.I.E.L.D is doing their best. But my mind is already confirming the worst. When he is done I force myself to speak. "How long?" It comes out as barely a whisper. "I'm sorry?" Fury asks confused. "How.... long have you known?" The words hurt. I brace myself for his response but I'm still not ready for his next words. ".....A couple weeks." He hesitates. Something new forms inside of me. I feel my chest burning. And my cheeks along with it. Suddenly, unaware of my movements, I stand up and slam my hands down on the table. A new anger- based confidence. "A week!?" Fury doesn't pull back. In fact he stays perfectly still, as if he was expecting my outburst. "Why did you not tell me! How could you!?" I snap. "This information is classified Captain. You know there are certain things I cannot tell you." He says calmly, clasping  his hands together. "That's exactly what is wrong here. S.H.I.E.L.D should have never come back. We can't trust anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D because we don't even know who we're working for!" I shout. Now it's Furys turn to stand up and slam his hands down. "Rogers I am doing everything I can do. Do you think I don't want to find her?!" He takes a deep breath calming himself down. "I am trying. I promise you I am but sadly there are some things that I have to keep to myself. Because if I didn't..... well then every citizen would be hearing the latest S.H.I.E.L.D gossip." He takes the few Steve's towards means hesitantly puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm going to do everything in my power to find Romanoff." I try to take his words into consideration. But I'm still focused on the worst. "Yeah, well maybe that's not enough."

Once Furys gone I pull out every electronic device I have. Including those that I don't really know how to work. But determination keeps me going. I pull up every file containing every terrorist group that S.H.I.E.L.D has ever come in contact with. I spend hours searching up the KGB, only to find nothing. Still I search. There has to be something. She can't be dead. She is a fighter. She is strong. I know she is alive. She has to be, right?

Natasha, month 3:
This time the dream was different. I was in the avengers tower. I thought everything was okay but then I saw that it was destroyed. Glass shards and rubble littered what was left of the floor. I slowly start walking but not before something catches my eye. A shield with red, silver, and blue strips is sticking out beneath piles of building. I quickly shove them  revealing not only the shield but a man. Captain America. "No no no." I say under my breath. I swipe the dust off his cheeks. "Steve." Blood falls in a fine line from his nose. A few of my tears fall on him. Leaving clear trails down his dirty face. After a while of sitting there I slowly get up. I walk the rest of the room. Seeing more and more body's of fellow heros. Wanda, vision, Bucky, Tony, Sam, there's more but I stop when I see Clint. I also think I can see his chest rising and falling, despite the blood covering him. I kneel down beside him placing my hands on his chest. I jerk but when he jerks up suddenly. "Clin-" I rush to hug him but I'm stopped when he shoves a knife into my chest. I gasp  for air as he wraps his hand around my neck. My air supply is dangerously low. I work last much longer. Blood now covers me as well. "I guess you never gave up being a double agent did you?" He says coldly. It's my fault. I killed them.

I wake screaming. Or trying to at least. I'm made aware of the gag that's placed in my mouth. Along with the tears running down my face. I silently beg for this to be over. I can't bear to live like this anymore. Knowing Steve is dead because of me. Knowing others might die because of me as well. I stop when I see Ivan dangling about me. "I know this part isn't much fun. But I promise you we will start preparations very soon." He grins and then shoves a needle in me, making everything fade away. And then the dream starts again.

***** so yeah guys I'm not going to kill Steve. I love him too much. Besides you can't have romanogers without Steve and Natasha. But Steve does think Natasha is dead and Natasha still thinks Steve is dead. Vote, comment, and share please!❤️❤️