Right or Wrong? {complete}

Your name still hurts in so many ways

                     Natasha and Steve (POV)

Steve, month 9:
"You still love her huh?"Sam asks pointlessly.

I realize I haven't said anything or acknowledged him for pretty much the whole time he has been here. "I can't imagine the day I won't." Same gives my shoulder a squeeze. "You wanna be alone?" He ask concerned. "No, you can stay. Sorry. I don't mean to pour my sorrows into you." I tell him truthfully. "Steve man, you know you have very reason to-" he sighs. "Still, it's not fair. Anyways, how are you and hill doing?" Even though he tries to hid it I can catch the way he lights up at the mention of her name. Maybe that's what I looked like when I headed her name. Now it hurts to even say or think her name. "Aw you don't have to do that man." Sam says disappointed. "And you don't have to do that Sam. Come on tell me." He smiles again. "Alright alright. But if you get uncomfortable just stop me." Sam goes on to tell me about how great Hill is. And what they have been doing. What he loved the most about her. It's sweet. And honestly, I want to listen. I try to focus on his words but it's like I'm in a different world. My mind helplessly drifts back to the same person. I refuse to give myself the extra pain of saying or hearing her name. It hurts. It hurts in ways I never knew were possible. Even with Peggy. It was better then. Because I wasn't helplessly loosing her. It's selfish and cowardly but it's easier to be lost then to loose someone. I'm sorry to say it, but luckily the voice intelligence saves me. "Captain Rogers, you are needed on the first floor to secure S.H.I.E.L.D files. Please head down immediately. "Sorry." I tell Sam even though I don't mean it. I can't bear to see anyone so happy when I'm so miserable. God, what has happened to me?

Natasha:
I wake to the sound of my screams. When I realize I'm out of the virtual world I look around me. My head is spinning but I calm myself down. I go to move my hair out of my face and thats when I realize that I'm in a straight jacket. I stifle with my arms for a while, knowing eventually I should be able to get out. I look around the room as one more and see that I'm in a glass cylinder prison.

Fury (POV) :
Is this even possible? I knew she was strong, he'll, she's the best of the best. But how? How could she still be alive? I don't know for sure is she is but I have a gut feeling. And my guts never wrong. I consider telling Rogers but I know that he will let his heart lead him like he always does. And needless to say I can't loose another one of my best agents. I walk down to the machine floor. "I need a quinjet and some agents, um lets see." I pause to obviously look down at my watch. "20 minutes ago." I say sternly to a nearby worker. He hurriedly shows me an available quinjet and then leaves to call in back up. Maybe this is a trap and I'm setting myself up for failure. But when the notice warning of an unknown possible terrorist group came up on my computer, I thought of Ramnoff. The dates, locations, and framing would make perfect sense. Natasha was the closest thing I had to family, even though I hadn't told her so. I sense she knows anyways. She's smart. Surely she is still alive. 10 agents hurry on board and soon enough we are taking off. I hope this works.