Endgame Romanogers Fanfic

Chapter 2

Natasha: What are you planning to do?

Natasha asked Steve, both of them still sitting at the coffee shop for breakfast.

Steve sighed and looked at the window, wondering whether or not to say what he intends to do to Natasha. It is not due to lack of trust in her that is making him hesitating to tell her, no, he trusts her to know his plan, the problem is what she will think of his plan.

Natasha waited for Steve to decide whether or not to reveal his plan and she understands that maybe he no longer trusts her to reveal what he has in mind, after all, even though she helped him escape... she was on the side of Tony and the government at the time of the civil war and the Sokovia accords.

If Steve decided not to share his plan, she wouldn't be upset. As stated earlier, she fully understands whether the trust they have built over the years has been shaken by the latest developments in their lives.

S: I intend to go in the prison and come out of there with them.

Natasha ended up being distracted while Steve was thinkings, she got a little startled when Steve spoke, but the expression on her face did not change at any time.

So he trusts me. Natasha thought.

N: Or die with them there.

Natasha commented.

Steve shrugged, he felt a little embarrassed for presenting the plan that way, he knows that he didn't think one elaborate rescue, but he knows that he's good at fighting and that he can easily knock down multiple targets at the same time and create strategy in just in time to keep moving forward. He usually improvises and it works. Well, most of the time it works, when it doesn't, he has his support team to help him out of an ambush.

Now that he thought about that, Steve realized that he wouldn't have his team's support to save him in case things goes wrong. Well, he doesn't have the full team actually, but there is a member of his trusted team right there, facing him. Better not to waste the opportunity.

S: Can you put me in there?

Steve suggested in hope Natasha could help him. Natasha shrugged.

N: I thought you wouldn't ask for my help.

S: I thought so too.

Steve looked to the side. The waitress brought his coffee and set it on the table.

Steve waited for the waitress to walk away and looked at the cup and then at Natasha.

S: But you're here... I don't know anyone who can put me there, but you...

N: Are you sure?

Natasha raised her eyebrows, taking another sip of her coffee, she is being ironic about Steve saying that he doesn't know anyone else who can help him. He does, he can ask Sharon for that.

S: I can't ask her for that.

Natasha continued drinking coffee and looking at Steve, waiting for him to justify himself.

S: She's already taken too much risk for me. I don't want her to become a fugitive like me and the others too. This business, this job we have...

Steve sighed and looked briefly at the window and then at Natasha again.

S: It is a very dangerous lifestyle. I can't ask her to stop her life to help me.

N: Yah...

Natasha gave a short laugh but soon became serious again.

N: But you can ask me that...