I looked at the Avengers, for being Earth's mightiest heroes they were not the Earth's wisest.  Maria Hill and Bucky looked at each other, I had seen this look before, they were longing for each other.  I looked away before it got weird, and turned back to the Avengers.  "Rogers! Stark!," I screamed, "I was gone for a week and I hear that the beams that hold up the Avengers were killing each other on civilian grounds!"  I turned to Natasha, her face hung down in shame, I knew that screaming at her would kill her damaged soul, but every bone in my body was full of fire, "AND YOU, NATASHA, I WOULD EXPECT THIS OUT OF A HULK OR THOR, BUT NOT OUT OF YOU!"  I saw tears in the corners of her eyes, that's when I saw it, Captain America wrapped his arms around her and held Natasha close to his chest.  "I'm sorry Fury," Captain America said as he held Black Widow, "but this entire civil war was me and Stark, Natasha couldn't have stopped it, she actually saved me and Bucky in the midst of everything."  I stood speechless, I couldn't believe myself, I had just brought Natasha, one of my best agents, to tears.  I rushed out of the room, too ashamed to speak.