During the war, Steve knew what spies were. They were traitors, and he hated them. Even if they had no plan at all to save an entire army, he would not let one of them become a spy. He hated the concept of an entire mission based on lies. It repelled him, but after just little over a year at SHEILD, he knew that this whole place was running on just that. There was no moral code with these people. But he stayed anyways. For Peggy. And also, Steve had no idea what to do with his life if he wasn't fighting.

            Everyday was pretty much the same, he would wake up in a cold sweat, the horrors of war twisting and flying through his head like a snake, and he would take a cold shower to try and get the essence of war off of him before he went to the gym. It was dumb to take a shower before you work out, but he couldn't stand that fear on him. After an intense work out and the murder of multiple boxing bags, he would get ready and go to base. Working his way down to the main conference room was normally fine, maybe bumping into a fellow worker. But everyday on his way down, he bought a small black coffee at the little store set up for the workers who spent the night or worked into the night. (Which was normally apparently) 

          As he waited in line for the coffee, he noticed a new face. After a year in the same place, you tend to know if someone belongs or not, and this woman, well she did not. She was in beat up old clothing, blood was smothered all over the back of her shirt, and her hair was long and red. Bright red. She was standing next to Clint, one of the best fighters and partners to have on your team when out of missions. But despite her clothing and her tattered look, she didn't seem disturbered or even concerned about it. And when that happenes, it means one of three things, she is a murdering phyopath, it's a new style, (at this point he wouldn't be surprised if it was), or she been through war, and the sight of blood was as normal as the sky. He was banking on the last one. 

         Soon Steve was shot back into relaity when Baritsta called out his name. He quickly grabbed  the hot cup and went on with his day. Yes he was very curious to who the woman in blood covered cloths was, but as Nick had told him, "keep to yourself, this is a new operation. In this place, you can't and won't know everything that goes on. So again, keep to yourself and worry about your own missions." So that's exactly what Steve did. He just walked away, and walked his way down to debriefing.

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      Natasha's hated the smell of blood. She hated it when she got it on her cloths and in her hair, but for Ivan, she would pretend to almost enjoy getting it on her. But she's done with him. Natasha was done with the KGB and the killing of innocents. Clint had met her up at a secure site after she had snuck her way out of the camp. There was no time to change her cloths, so she put on an old shirt that was covered in old blood stains and ran out the door with the only belongings she had. A little bag of cloths, Clint's card, and black and red gradient wooden rose. This was the only thing she had left of her entire childhood so despite her mind telling her not to be attached to anything, she took it.

        When she found the place where Clint said he would be, he was already waiting.

      "Hey red, what's brought you down here so late?" He smirked, knowing that what ever trouble she was in, might as well have a little light to it. 

      "I'm done." She through her bag and card at him. "Take me in, or whatever you have to do, but I'm done with those murderers." Natasha said with a confidence anyone could be proud of. 

      Clint gave a little laugh and said, "I'm not going to arrest you Natal-" 

     She butted in quick before he could finish, "Its Natasha." She said.

      "Okaay, Natasha, I'm not going to bring you in, SHEILD wants you to work with them. I'm here to recruit you." He said smiling.

      Natasha could barley contain her feelings. This was it! This is where she would turn her life around!! "Are you serious?" She asked.

      "Yes,  now come on, I have a couple of people I want you to meet."

           All of that was around 2 days ago. Now, after a very long plane ride, and not enough sleep, Natasha was inside a huge boat thing standing next to Clint. She could smell the coffee from the store next to them, rich and fresh. When they first got on the boat, she was amazed of how big it was,  it soon got over it. When she looked around a bit, she saw a man with blond hair, huge waiting in line for coffee. His leather jacket complemented his dark jeans well. 

          Sometime Natasha would play a game where she could try and guess what the people she looked at lives were like. After looking at him from a side for a good 30 seconds, she knew he was a soldier. The way his hair was cut, and the way he held himself up, there was no denying that. From his hands, she could see very small cut marks, almost healed told her he boxed. Nothing really out of the ordinary. But when she saw his face, wow. He had turned around, probably getting bored of the wait for coffee, she saw it for a breif seond, and boy was it handsome. No, don't get her wrong, she was falling for anyone are anything, if anything she hated a goody old to shoes soldier, they trusted people to much. But his face was pleasant. 

     Natasha looked back at Clint and said, "So when am I going to meet the director? I need a shower and new cloths, and I'm kinda getting impaticant." She said, not wanting to stand there any longer. 

      "Yeah, come on, you see that blonde guy walking down the hall, follow him. I'll catch up okay?" He said. He was buried into his phone. So Natasha followed the blonde man where ever he was going...