Natasha walked into the cold, down the dark streets of Manhattan. She knew where she was going, and made sure that no one followed her, especially one Avenger especially.

Natasha: I'm almost there, just hang on.

No Caller ID: Right. I can see you.

Natasha hung up and walked up the olden wooden stairs. She played a rhythmic tap upon the door and watches it slowly open.

"Come in dear."

"Thanks Aunt Peg." Natasha smiled.

Peggy lead Natasha into her house and she sat down on the leather couch and watched Peggy sit down on her old rocking chair.

"What is it? Is it Steve? Is he o-ok?" She croaked.

"H-He's fine. I, umm. I've lost my trust." She sighed. "The Red Room."

"Yes, what about it?"

"He knows, well he's known for a kind time. Him and the rest of the team where planning an extract plan to take me down. He said he-"

"Was always honest."

"Yeah." Natasha said whilst looking into her eyes. "I know you know about the Red Room. You, Sousa, Jack and The Howling Commandos took out the first base. In 1937, and onwards, what did you find? Peggy I really need to know."

She stood up and walked over to a wall. She removed a picture of Steve and it showed a safe. Peggy punched in the code and it opened.

"This was all about Leviathan, and the Red Room. All I know about the KGB. Take it and return it to me."

Natasha looked at the file and shook her head, "I can't." She whispered. "I really can't, I shouldn't even be here,"

"No. You should. I need this, I need someone to watch over Steve and someone to talk to. And that's you, so please Natasha. I beg you."