Natasha Romanoff, a Red Room assassin, is hired to kill the glorious Captain America before he changes the world in all his star, spangled glory. However, as she gets closer and closer to her target, she begins to fall harder and harder for the man...
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Steve couldn't help but smile as he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. The smell of dinner wafted from the cooking of Wanda, Alexi, and Clint as if they weren't a group of strangers who had come together during trying times. It was certainly a scenario he hadn't envisioned, and he felt like he was home despite being so far from it. Bucky had turned on the television to play a show Steve recognized as The Office, a soft glow to the living room as snow fell from the dark sky shining with stars. The future was uncertain, and the Red Room could find them at any moment, but he knew no matter what happened, they would be okay. They were together, an unusual team that maybe stood a chance against the world.
"This could've gone a hell of a lot worse." Sam smiled as he worked on cleaning and stitching Steve's arm. He'd showered in one of the guest rooms and returned downstairs to join his friends. Liho had trotted after him, meowing persistently until he picked her up and sat down on the couch to give her the attention she so desperately wanted. He realized how much he'd missed her; how much he missed the life he had, even if it was entirely fabricated by Natasha. He knew he should be angry at her, and they hadn't even talked about what happened. He shouldn't want to hold her, to kiss her. He shouldn't be willing to lay down his life for hers.
He shouldn't.
Yet it was like he was falling for her all over again. He couldn't seem to separate who she really was from who she had pretended to be. He knew he was wishing on a star, that he had always been someone to hold onto too much hope. It wasn't like she felt the same way, and he doubted that he would even see her again after this. At the end of it all, he would be the one going home with a broken heart, even if she never meant to hurt him. "They are really good people." Steve nodded in agreement, looking down at Natasha lying beside him. Her head was practically resting on his thigh, the blanket he'd tucked around her pulled up to her chin. Liho was lying on his lap, purring contently as she napped. He knew Natasha hadn't meant to fall asleep, but Sam was pumping continuous fluids through the IV, and it was evident that she wasn't feeling well. He just recently noticed how bruised her lips were from giving her CPR, and the thought made his heart twist painfully.
He quickly tried to think of something else.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Melina asked as she came into the living room. She leaned down to brush a strand of Natasha's red hair from her forehead before sitting across from them in one of the armchairs.
Her accent was thick, throwing Steve off every time she spoke. However, her eyes were kind, and she trusted them. He still had the note she'd written him, and he wanted to ask her a thousand questions. It just wasn't the right time.
"Yeah, I think so. She just needs a lot of time to recover. We saw a lot of cyanide poisoning in the army, but I've never seen anyone survive it." Sam said, snipping off the thread as he finished the last stitch to Steve's arm and stood to his feet. He checked Natasha's IV before heading into the kitchen to join Yelena and Bucky as they drank vodka straight from the bottle.
