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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"Be careful, baby. Don't trust anything she says." Sharon said imploringly.
She was pressed against Steve as he held her, every soft curve of her body pressed to his firm, vast muscles. She usually wasn't so apprehensive about him going on missions, but this time was different.
Everything was different.
Natasha was his partner now.
Never in a million years did Captain America think he would be working with a Russian assassin-turned spy. He knew Natasha was probably thinking the same thing.
"I know, Sharon. I love you, okay?" He hummed, his hand curving along her waist as he leaned down to kiss her lips gently.
Natasha and Maria watched from beside the Quinjet, Maria grumbling in vexation as Natasha adverted her eyes. There was something about the sight of him holding the blonde that made her stomach twist uncomfortably, but she tried not to think too hard about it.
"If you shot them, I might not arrest you," Maria mumbled.
Natasha tried to muffle her laugh, but it ended up sounding like a snort, and it made both her and Maria giggle. It was nice to have a friend if she would call Maria that. She had been released from S.H.I.E.L.D. two weeks ago and was living with Maria in her apartment that she knew was equipped with dozens of bugs and under continuous surveillance. However, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. As vexed as she was with being monitored 24/7, (she was surprised the CIA didn't make her wear an ankle bracelet) she and Maria got along well and often spent their evenings watching movies, eating ice cream, and gossiping when Maria was actually supposed to be educating her about S.H.I.E.L.D. and her new position as a spy.
Finally, after what felt like an hour of the couple kissing, Natasha heard Steve's heavy footsteps approaching them, and she turned around to climb into the Quinjet without acknowledging him. She knew that she probably should've. He had saved her life, stayed behind in Moscow to take care of her people, and she owed him.He was also her partner but that was another issue in its own entirety. However, she couldn't shake the feeling she'd gotten when she saw him with Sharon. "Are we set to go, Maria?" She asked before she shut the doors of the jet.
"Yes. I'll see you both tomorrow. Try not to kill each other." Maria said with a smirk.
Steve chuckled, bidding her goodbye as he climbed into the jet before Natasha decided to shut the door on him.
She had never flown a Quinjet before nor had she ever been in such an extravagant aircraft with plush, leather seats and high-tech weaponry that she could hardly wrap her head around. She was supposed to be the pilot and prove to S.H.I.E.L.D. that she was worth their while... that her people deserved the country's help. It was unfair and cruel to her people, but Natasha would wait to tell off American politicians after Moscow had been rebuilt, and the United States government wasn't looming over her head and looking over her shoulder.
