The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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It was his fucking fault.
The guilt was staggering, threatening to bring Steve Rogers' to his knees.
He had fucked up.
Big time.
He didn't regret his choice to defend the rebels of Moscow and overthrow their barbarous government. He didn't regret staying behind to help the people who desperately needed it, assuring that they would be taken care of even after he left and that the remaining Black Widows wouldn't be arrested. He didn't regret keeping his promise to Natasha Romanoff. However, he regretted not fighting harder for her freedom. He regretted not standing up for her when he knew it was the right thing to do. Now, he had to stare at the Russian, handcuffed in an interrogation room, through a two-way mirror. Her hair was braided down her back, her blue jumpsuit a stark contrast to her pale skin and bruised features. She stared down at her hands in front of her, her eyes heavy with exhaustion as the fight was beginning to wane in her emerald orbs.
He had just returned to New York in a jet Tony Stark had sent to him and after kissing his girlfriend hello, she had led him inside to debrief. "She's escaped three times... nearly killed two of our agents, and she isn't cooperating." Sharon huffed with vexation, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"Well of course she isn't cooperating. She shouldn't be here." Steve sighed with a shake of his head, wishing he had control over the situation.
It wasn't fair.
"You know how much I disagree with you." Sharon rolled her eyes.
She turned away from Steve, but he grasped her hand before she could walk away. "I know we're mad at each other, but I love you." He smiled at her, gently squeezing her hand.
"Yeah... yeah. I know." She laughed softly before she pulled back and continued down the hallway.
He watched her walk away before he turned back to the room Natasha was held in. He frowned to himself as Rumlow and two other agents went into the room. "You still won't tell us all the other Black Widow's names, huh?" Rumlow said as he approached her with a smirk.
She looked up at him, her face giving away nothing as to how she felt. She didn't look like the same woman Steve had met. She looked like the woman he had thought she was... a stone-cold killer who had been an assassin for the KGB.
"Did you talk to her?"
He looked to his right as Maria Hill came to stand beside him. It took him a moment to understand her question. "Yeah, I did. She was kind of... nice." Steve mused. "Funny in a weird, sort of way."
