"Hello, I'm Captain Rogers." His deep voice floated to her ears.

"Um...Hi..I'm Natasha." She said still looking up at him in his arms. He cleared his throat and stood her up right. "We need to get you checked out. Can you walk?" He asked glancing down at her legs.

"Mhmm." She said nodding her head.

"Ok, let's come over here and we'll get the paramedics to check you out." Rogers said as he placed a small hand on her back leading her over to the ambulance. There were a few bystanders who were being nosy and Natasha lowered her head in hopes of avoiding any possible cameras. The last thing she needed was someone catching a video of the former Prima ballerina being escorted to an ambulance. The headlines would be endless. She may not dance anymore, but she will always be Russia's sweetheart. Basically the equivalent of the America's Taylor Swift or the Latino's Selena. She captured hearts and the last thing she wanted was for happy little world to come to a crashing halt because of one stupid mistake of walking after dark.

As they made it to the ambulance, the paramedic held out his hand to help Natasha inside. Steve stood at the base of the doors as she was being checked out. She could see more people begin to stop and watch. "Captain, do you mind coming in and closing the door?"

"Umm..Sure." He stepped up into the brightly lit truck, briefly turning around to close the doors. He was a big, broad man, who took up majority of the seat opposite of her. His blonde hair and blue eyes were heavy with concern as he began to ask questions about the attack.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He said pulling out his paper and pen.

Natasha spoke as the paramedic shined a flashlight in her eyes. "Well, I was on my home when I felt somebody grab me from behind. I screamed but he covered my mouth and told me not to yell...I was trying to fight him off, but I couldn't. He pinned me against the wall and I finally saw his face and his friend....There were two of them...." Natasha took a deep breath and turned so the paramedic could examine her head before continuing. "One looked younger, maybe around 21 and the guy who grabbed me was probably 30 something. ..He had his arm against my neck and he was cursing at me. I didn't know what to do, so I kicked him in between his legs and ran. His friend came after me and shoved me to the ground. I..I hit my head on the floor and everything else is a little hazy. I just remember the guy hit me in the face and then the woman came and called you guys.." Natasha hissed in pain as the paramedic mumbled sorry as he dressed the cut she had.

"I know this may be a bit personal, but did they sexually assault you?" Captain Rogers asked with uncertain lingering in his eyes.

"No..um.. he was going to, but his friend told him not to. I think they were scared I was dead or something." She said shakily.

"Ok...do you remember anything else? Any distinguishing marks? Like a tattoo or scar?" Captain Rogers asked looking up from his notebook.

"Not really, I'm sorry. I don't. It was so quick and dark. The only thing I can remember is that they looked white, but had a little accent. I don't know what kind though. I'm sorry." She said lowering her heard with tears pooling at the brim of her eyes.

"Hey, You have nothing to be sorry about. That was more than helpful." He said as he stared deeply at her. His eyebrows were furrowed intensely as he spoke. "We're going to find out who these men were. They're not gonna get away with this."

"As reassuring as that sounds Captain, I doubt it." Natasha said softly. "I know how these cases are. It's a lost cause. There's nothing here to pinpoint anybody to anything. Thanks for the attempted support though." She said giving him small, sad smirk.

Captain Rogers didn't know what to say. He was taken aback by her bluntness and honesty of the situation. He rarely had victims take that negative approach. It broke his heart to hear her talk about it like it didn't matter and it was just something to sweep under the rug.

"Look, I know how it seems, but I promise you. I will personally work this case and do my best to get these men." His voice was firm and oozed strength. For a second, she believed him. She just gave another smile and let the paramedic finish checking her.

"Alright, you don't seem to have any major damage. You have a slight concussion, so you need to have someone at home with you to check on you. Take some Tylenol for the headaches because I doubt they'll be going away anytime tonight. Drink plenty of fluids. If you feel like it is getting worse, come to the hospital. Don't go to sleep for the next couple hours, after about 2 hours, then you can go to bed."

"Thank you." Natasha said after the young paramedic finally stopped talking. She was ready to go. She still hadn't eaten and knew that if the concussion didn't take her out, the lack of food would.

"I have a couple basic questions for you that are still eeded for the report." Captain Rogers said gaining her attention. "It shouldn't take long."

"Ok."

"Full name and date of birth."

"Natasha Romanoff. November 16, 1989."

"Current Address."

"1455 Beach way Ave, Brooklyn NY 11235."

"Job"

"Assistant Teacher at Marvel Kids Daycare"

"Where were you coming from?" He said glancing up.

"My dance studio."

"I don't know any dance studios around here." He spoke skeptically.

"I just bought the building yesterday. I was doing some renovations and lost track of time. I plan on opening in a couple months.

"It would be good to have something like that around here. Although, this isn't the best neighborhood." He said matter of factly.

"Well I figured, this would be a better place than the city because there tends to be a lot of untapped talent in underprivileged communities. I'd rather reach out to those who have less of a chance of getting exposed than a rich kid in the Upper West Side." Natasha said feeling a bit defensive.

"I..I.. I didn't mean any harm by what I said. I was just making an observation Ms. Romanoff." He said less confidently than before.

"It's fine. I'm just on edge considering." Natasha said dismissively, but more than anything she just wanted to go. "Is there anything else that I need to answer?"

"No, I have everything." He said reading over the work. "Oh wait, I need a phone number."

"It's 516-706-0009" She riddled off quickly.

"Alright that's everything. Here's my card, call if you remember anything else. Ok?" He said reaching across to hand her the white card with his number printed on it.

"Thanks. I will." Natasha grabbed the card and let Captain Rogers open the door for her. The people who were once standing there, were long gone as well as the other two cop cars. It was now just her, Rogers, and the ambulance. Her long trek home was awaiting her. She bid him a goodbye and started walking. She wasn't as fast as before, but she definitely felt more anxious and tried to walk quickly. The ambulance pulled off and moved past her. She watched as the red truck turned the corner and out of view.

Beep, Beep

Natasha turned her head to see none other than Captain Rogers pulling up beside her. "Hey, need a ride?" He said peering over the passenger seat.

"Umm..no...Its ok."

"Natasha, you live all the way in Brooklyn. Come on, I'm going that way. I'll drop you. It's no problem."

She hesitates for a moment before finally agreeing and getting inside the old Chevy 2008. She buckled her seat and settled in as he pulled off onto the street. There was an awkward silence between the two and Natasha found herself staring at him. She couldn't help but admire his physique. He looked huge inside of the small car. His hair was just pass his ears and his beard was low cut. He was extremely handsome, but Natasha shook the idea from her head. The last thinking she needed was a man in her life, not after tonight and especially not after Alexei.

"How're you holding up?" He asked pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I'm as alright as you can be in this situation. I'm grateful nothing else happened." She said tensing up at the thought of possibly being a victim of a much harsher crime.

"I meant what I said to you in the ambulance. I will try my hardest to find those men." He said glancing over at her.

"I know.... You seem like the righteous type. Don't come across those too often." She said with a smirk.

Captain Rogers smiled at her before digging deeper into who she was.

"You mentioned you dance, what kind?" He said trying to break the ice.

"I'm a...ballet dancer."

"That's amazing. They always look so graceful. How'd you get into that?" His curiosity peaking.

"My father put me in it at an early age. It just stuck with me." Natasha smiled as she thought about her beginning days as a dancer. She remembered her father first taking her to a ballet class when she was 5. She was so amazed at all the pretty tutus the girls were wearing. That was the day, she knew she wanted to become a real ballerina.

"You ever do Swan Lake?" Captain Rogers chuckled because that was the only ballet he knew of.

"Yea, I did, but that was a long time ago." She said with sadness lacing her voice.

"I'd love to be able to do dance, but I have two left feet." He said trying to lighten the mood at her sudden sadness.

"Well I'm sure with the right teacher you could be one of the best." Natasha looked back at him with her signature smirk.

"Then it's a good thing, I met a teacher and a dancer wrapped in one, huh?"

"Guess so Captain." Natasha bit her lip looking at his face turning red. She knew the effect she was having on him, but of course as a true gentleman, he didn't acknowledge it. "Do you know where you're going?" She said curiously as she looked around the area.

"Yea, you live in Brighton Beach. It's right off the coast." He stated matter of factly.

"Are you from around here?" It was Natasha's turn to ask the questions now.

"Yea, born and raised Brooklyn boy." He said proudly.

"You must've seen a lot of crime growing up then."

"Yea, well I was usually the victim of it. I was real scrawny until high school. Then, I hit a bit of growth spurt and put on some pounds. That was the last of those troubles." He chuckled as he recalled his childhood.

"It's kinda hard to imagine you as someone who used to get bullied."

"Yea, it was pretty much an everyday occurrence for me. Luckily, I had my friend Bucky there to help me out sometimes. He was a like a brother to me."

"Do you still talk to him?" Natasha asked curiously.

"No, he passed away a couple years ago. Military."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. It was a long time ago."

"Oh ok.." Awkward silence filled the car again. Neither one fo them knew what to say, the atmosphere felt a little heavy. Captain Rogers glanced over at Natasha as she looked out the window. Her mind seemed to be going a thousand miles a minute. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want to hurt someone as beautiful as her. It angered him a little bit and he felt himself blow out a huff.

"You ok?" She said looking towards him with concern.

"Oh uh yea. I was just thinking about something."

"Oh ok.." The car ride continued uneventfully, until her stomach grumbled loudly. She put her hand on it in hopes of silencing it, but it was too late. Captain had already heard it. "Do you want to grab something to eat?"

"Um.. no it's ok. I don't want to put you out of your way anymore that I already have."

"It's not a problem. We're going to pass quite a few places on the way to your house."

Natasha pondered the idea but it seemed her stomach answered for her as it grumbled again.

"Yea I guess so. Maybe Chinese?"

"Sounds good. There's a place not too far from here. We can pick up something."

"Thank you. You really are doing a lot for me."

"It's not a problem. My job is to help and protect. I don't mind doing that for you." He said smiling at her. This time it was her face turning a shade of red.

About 8 minutes later, they were pulling up in front of the Last Dragon Chinese Restaurant. They walked in and ordered two to go meals.

"I'll have the Chicken and Broccoli meal with a water to drink." Captain Rogers said to the middle aged woman at the counter.

"and I'll have the Chicken fried rice and a water as well."

"Ok, That'll be $21.35. Cash or card?"

"Card." Natasha said speaking up. She pulled out her wallet about to pay, but Captain quickly brushed her hand aside. "I got it. Don't worry about it."

"No, Captain. I'm already putting you out of your way, the least I can do is pay for your food."

"Natasha, It's fine. After tonight, you shou—"

"Stop treating me like a victim!" Natasha felt herself getting hot with anger. "I know what I went through and I'm tired of the sad glances you've be throwing my way ever since we met. Let me just pay for the food and keep some sense of my pride." Natasha seethed with annoyance. Rogers let her pay. They stayed quiet as they waited for their food to come. In 15 minutes, they were back in the car and headed towards Natasha's house. She looked over at Rogers and felt bad. She knew she shouldn't have snapped at him, the way she did. His jaw was tight and she could tell he was irritated and that only made her feel worse.

"Cap..I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You didn't deserve it. It's just you're doing all this for me already and I feel like a burden as it is. I just wanted to pay you back somehow. I'm really sorry." She apologized sincerely in hopes that he would at least not hate her now.

"I get it. You did hit your head so I guess you can get a pass tonight." He said smirking at her.

Natasha had a little faith restored in her, but she figured she should probably make it up to him. In no time, they were pulling up to her house. "Well this is it." Captain Rogers said letting out a breath.

"Um. Thank you Captain. I—"

"You don't have to call me Captain. You can call me Steve."

"Well, thank you Steve, but I still feel kinda bad, so how about you come up and eat with me and then you can go home. I would hate for you to have to eat cold Chinese because of me too." She gave him a hopeful look with her eyes pleading for him to say yes. Although she partially wanted him to stay, so she could redeem herself, she also felt a little scared to be alone tonight.

Steve hesitated, but eventually agreed that cold Chinese wouldn't be as good. They climbed the steps of her apartment and entered.

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