When Natasha woke up, Steve was already sleeping, as were most of the remaining terrorists. She looked around and then glanced at Steve.

Natasha got up and went to the cabin to talk with the leader.

N: Can't sleep?

- Do you have kids?

N: Two.

- Then you know that I can't rest till get justice for my son.

N: I guess.

- You guess?

N: Well, I had an accident and I was in a coma, when I woke up I didn't remember anything. Neither my husband, nor my children.

- A husband... A wife... are very easy to forget and overcome, but when it comes to children, the blood tie speaks louder. You can't remember, but your heart can.

N: Maybe this is true, I feel very attached to them now.

- See? This is my problem. I am a bad person, I committed many crimes my whole life, but when I had my first child, I stopped with this life, to ensure that he would be a good a boy. And my Christopher is a good boy. I guarantee.

N: You know that even if he leaves innocent, you will still have to pay for what you did here.

- I didn't want to hurt anyone again, I was fine. I don't care that they kill me, I just want my son to be safe.

N: No one will kill you.

- Do not say what you can not promise.

S: Hey.

N: Good morning, soldier.

Natasha stared at Steve, who showed up at the cabin.

S: I fell asleep. What time is it?

N: Almost 9, the trial is about to begin.

S: How will we follow from here?

N: On the radio.

Natasha managed to tune the radio. After about twenty minutes she got access to the radio system.

They heard the judgment, the defense began the speech.

While they were listening to the trial, Steve pulled a cereal bar from his pocket and handed it to Natasha. Natasha looked at him.

N: Have you eaten?

S: Yes.

N: You're a terrible liar.

S: I just want you to be fed. Eat, please.

N: Alright, granps.

Natasha picked up the cereal bar and ate half. She held out the other half to Steve.

S: Nat....

N: I'm satisfied. Eat.

Steve sighed and picked up the rest of the bar and ate. When it was noon the judge stopped the audience for lunch. Steve looked at the leader.

S: The defense went very well.

- Better than the last time for sure.

S: It will be all right.

- That's what I expect.

The leader stepped out of the cabin to stretch his legs a little, leaving Natasha and Steve alone in the cabin. Natasha sat on the floor of the cabin, and leaned her back against the wall.

Steve sat on the floor next to her.

S: Do you think his son will be free?

N: I have no idea.

The trial began again at four o'clock, it was time for the prosecution to make the speech and present evidence. They were also good, but the defense was firmer. Some witnesses were heard and when it was 5o'clock the judge asked the jury to deliberate. Three hours later the judge asked the jurors what was the verdict and they declared Christopher innocent for lack of sufficient evidence against him.

The leader immediately knelt on the floor of the cabin, feeling weakened, he cried like a baby.

Natasha and Steve stood up.

S: I did my part.

- Thank you very much!

N: Let's get out of here. Surrender your weapons.

- I'm sorry, Steve Rogers, you're a decent man, but...

Natasha immediately frowned and touched the back of her pants to reach for her gun.

- I wish I could get out of here like I promised you, but what can I do?

S: You have nowhere to run.

- Yes, I have.

The leader pulled a long and sharp blade from the boot he was wearing.

Natasha thought it was a gun and that he would shoot Steve, so she immediately threw herself on top of Steve knocking him to the floor, standing over him, then she aimed the gun at the leader.

Natasha put her finger on the trigger and she just didn't pull, because the leader had just cut his own throat. Natasha and Steve stared at him in shock.

Natasha got up and Steve soon after.

Natasha handed her gun to Steve because they would probably have to fight the other terrorists now. And that's what happened. As they opened the cabin door, a lot of shots were fired in the direction of the door.

Natasha looked at Steve and as soon as they stopped firing, Natasha told Steve to wait before moving on.

Natasha could see a shadow moving toward the cabin, Natasha already hoped that someone would have to come to check if they died or to finish the job.

As soon as the guy appeared at the door, Natasha tied a thin wire rope around his neck and used the man's body as a shield to go forward in the train. Steve provided cover and managed to shoot two terrorists and Natasha was in charge of shooting on the last remaining.

Steve and Natasha were panting and looked around.

S: Come on.

Natasha nodded.

Steve forced the doors of the train to open and left the train, followed by Natasha.

Steve ran toward the exit staircase, but as soon as Natasha stepped out of the train, Steve heard the sound of a gunshot.

Natasha fell to the floor, kneeling down. Steve ran toward her and looked into the train, one of the guys had crawled to the door and shot her.

Steve shot five times at the guy, then he approached Natasha and crouched, holding her waist.

S: Natasha?

N: I'm fine.

S: You're shot.

N: I've had worse shots.

S: Can you walk?

N: Yes.

Steve helped Natasha to get up, luckily the shot hit Natasha's thigh, very lightly which made her fall instantly.

Steve screamed for help and some paramedics came down to rescue, as the Police, who finally invaded the station to remove the bodies.

Natasha was taken to the nearest ambulance, Steve was watching, but the authorities needed his report about everything that happened in the train.

As soon as Steve had finished his testimony at the police station, Steve headed for the hotel where the rest of the Avengers were.

Steve entered the lobby and Clint was waiting for him, he greeted Steve by shaking his hand.

S: Natasha?

C: She is all right. She is already drinking in the bar. I think you need a drink too. Let's go there.

Steve followed Clint to the bar. There were several tables, Steve's eyes quickly searched for Natasha. As soon as he saw her, his lips formed a small smile, but his smile didn't last much when he saw her with Bucky, but they weren't doing anything, but drinking.

C: I'm not staying, because Bobbi's in our room and... You know how it is, Cap. Long day...

Steve grinned at Clint.

S: All right.

C: But at least you'll have good company here.

S: Actually, I'm pretty tired. I'll leave the drink for another day.

C: Okay, Cap. Here's your key. We're all on the same floor.

S: I'll go along with you.

Steve left the bar with Clint Barton.

Natasha was talking to Bucky about how Steve conducted the operation inside the train and how she was impressed by his power of persuasion and Bucky took advantage and told her some stories of Steve's bravery for her.

Natasha took the Martini's glass to her mouth, and took a brief look around, she saw Steve and Clint at the entrance to the bar and smiled, she thought Steve would join them. Bucky turned to see who she was looking at and he saw Steve heading for the elevator with Clint.

N: Oh... I thought he'd come here.

B: He must be tired.

N: Yeah, but... I thought...

Natasha made negative with her head.

N: Never mind.

B: He didn't see you, for sure. Otherwise he would have come to know if you're fine.

N: I think so.

B: One more round?

N: Okay.

Natasha and Bucky continued to drink and talk until late at night.

N: I need to go to my room, now. I don't even know if I can walk.

B: You were shot.

N: Shhh... shut up. Just pay the bill.

Bucky opened his wallet and left a wad of notes on the table.

Natasha got up and she was staggering a little. Bucky helped her walk to the elevator. He walked in with her and pressed the button for the elevator to come up.

N: What the hell is that vodka? Terrible. I think I should go to Russia and you should go with me, to take real vodka. Don't you miss it?

Bucky smiled and held Natasha by the waist. They reached the right floor and Bucky led her to the door of her room.

B: Where are the keys, Natasha?

N: Hm... Here...

Natasha put her hand inside her pants on the front and Bucky looked exactly where her hand went.

Natasha looked him in the eye and raised one eyebrow.

N: It was not in my panties if that's what you're thinking.

Natasha turned to open the door to her room, and Bucky continued in the doorway and before Natasha entered the room, he pulled her wrist and pressed his body against hers, then he put his metal arm around her waist and made her turn to face him.

Natasha rested her hands on Bucky's shoulder and looked him in the eye with confusion. Bucky approached his lips to hers and gave her a long kiss. He kind of caught her off guard, he soon moved into the room, without letting go of her body, he walked to the nearest wall and pressed his body harder against her. He bit Natasha's lip and then moved his lips to her neck.

N: Ja-James... Wait...

Bucky continued to spread kisses all over on Natasha's neck until she pushed his face away from her.

N: Barnes! Stop! I can't do this right now.

Bucky sighed, extremely frustrated. He was slow to let go of her body, he didn't want to let her go, he wants to have her, he's been waiting for this moment for so long.

Natasha glanced sideways to avoid eye contact with him, she doesn't know if she gave the wrong signals for him tonight, she was drunk.

Bucky walked away from her.

N: Barnes... Don't be upset with me.

B: I'm not.

N: Yes, you are.

B: Good night, Natalia.

Bucky left the room and slammed the door, showing how frustrated he was.

Natasha threw her head back and rolled her eyes, punishing herself for that.

Natasha removed her clothes, she threw herself on the bed and slept for one hour and woke up around 2am.

Natasha opened her eyes, snorted and hit the bed.

N: Damn insomnia.

Natasha got up and opened the curtain, the window was huge and the view of the night-time London was wonderful.

Natasha decided to call Hill.

H: Natasha, do you know what time is?

N: Were you asleep?

H: No, I was dancing in a cabaret, because that's what people do at 5 in the morning.

N: Okay, Hill, just listen to me.

H: Are you going to talk about man?

Natasha was silent and Hill sighed.

N: Bucky kissed me.

H: You kissed and what else?

N: No, I did not kiss him! He kissed me and I practically kicked him out of my room and now I can't sleep.

H: Did you regret that? Go knock on his door, then.

N: I can't, I'm married! And besides it's not him that I want now...

H: Well, you said yourself that because you moved out of Steve's home, you already separated.

N: Yeah, but it's not just that. I want to have sex, after missions, I always want.

H: So?

N: So, that it's not with Bucky that I want.

H: Who do you want? If you're calling me, I hope you're not wanting me... Oh, God, do you want Steve????

Natasha was silent.

H: Jesus, Natasha. Why are you like this? You need to decide.

N: He is very good at it, I can't help it. He knows my body very well and we spent a lot of time together today and I... I don't know, but I was feeling very attracted to him and I had some drinks and now I'm much more horny than before.

H: And you called me for?

N: For you to convince me to not knock on Steve's door now. Tell me it's a big mistake.

H: You know it's a big mistake because you don't feel anything and he does, so the next morning will come all the drama and...

N: But the last time we did it, he was fine, maybe today he...

H: Natasha, I honestly don't care. No matter what I say, you're going to do whatever you want anyway.

N: Thank you, Hill. You're the best.

Hill hung up the phone.

I will not sleep with Steve Rogers. I will not sleep with Steve Rogers. Natasha repeated in her mind as she paced the room.

Natasha opened the closet and picked her silk nightgown and dressed it on, then she put a robe over and walked barefoot to the door and let go of her hair.

I'm just going to talk with him a little bit. Nothing else. Chatting is allowed. Natasha would say as she opened the door.

Natasha knocked on Steve's door and waited, she leaned her ear on the door to hear if Steve was awake and at that exactly moment Steve opened the door and she took a fright.

Steve stared at Natasha in confusion.

S: Romanoff?