Steve let all his frustrations out on the punching bag and watched it sail across the room hitting the wall with a satisfying muffled boom. He picked up another bag and started punching again.

"I'd like to see how you did in the ring." Someone commented stepping from the shadows and into the Captain's line of vision

"Would you now?" He asked looking at the woman who stood before him.

"Very much so."

"I hate to be so blunt but, can I help you?"

"Yes." She pursed her lips and walked towards the wrestling ring in the corner of the gym, "Fight me."

"Fight you?"

"Fight me."

"Why?"

"Just do it Rogers."

He walked towards her and stood directly in front of her, "Are you sure Miss....?"

"Elizabeth. And I am positive." She stepped out of her heels, revealing that she was almost a whole six inches shorter then Steve. They both ducked under the ropes.

"Should there be rules or..?"

"Sure." She walked towards him, "We shake hands and then begin." Steve shrugged and held out his bandaged hand, she moved her hand to shake his but at the last second, snapped her fist to his jaw. Steve flew back.

"What the-" In two swift strides, she was upon him, showing him in blows from both her fists. Beating him senseless. Steve moved his leg and tripped her causing her to fall backwards.

"Rogers, you don't put up much of a fight." She cackled and stood, holding her hand out for him to grab, "Let me help you up."

"I'm good thanks."

"Your loss."

"Who are you, Elizabeth."

"I should ask the same to you Rogers."

"I know who I am."

"Do you?" She looked at him knowingly, "You have a lot of insecurities for a 95 year old man."

"Age has nothing to do with anything."

"You're right. We're talking about your insecurities."

"How do you know I-"

Curiously, she tapped her head, "Cause I do. Now Rogers I-" She stopped speaking and looked at the window, she walked towards it and shut the blinds, "It's not safe here."

"What do you-" The sound of the shaded window shattering stopped Steve in mid-sentence, Elizabeth started pushing him towards the door

"Go! Go! Go!" They rushed out of the room and down the stairs, heavy footsteps followed them, "There's a car outside in the alley. We have to get to it!"

A bullet grazed past Elizabeth's head and Steve quickly picked her up, sprinting towards the car. As they approached, Steve started yelling for the driver to hurry up and start the car. He placed her in the backseat and got in after her. The car started to go forward but then, abruptly, the brakes were hit and they flew forward. Steve looked at the driver, a small red dot was aimed for his neck, "Gun!" Bam! The driver slumped forward and the car crashed into one of the brick walls on either side of the alley. Blood trailed down from the driver's neck.

An arm shot down through the roof and yanked Steve out of the car, throwing him, at the very least 10 feet away. "Rogers!" Elizabeth yelled  

The assassin jumped into the car and sat right next to Elizabeth, pulling her onto his lap. He stroked her hair and attempted to shush her cries. Steve ran at the man and was about to kick him back when Elizabeth's foot met his head. He flew back again.

"What the-?" He rubbed his head

"Should we crush his head or just continue with our mission?" She tapped her finger against her chin, thinking

"Who are you?" What a good actress. I'm such a fool. He thought.

"I'm a Widow. The Widow."

"The only Widow I know is Black Widow. And you're not her."

"Wow, you aren't as stupid and naive as I thought Steve." She tisked him, "Shame I have to kill you." The assassin took off the lower portion of his mask and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips, "Thank you sweetheart." He nodded and started to walk away

"Hey, you. Guy who killed the innocent driver." The assassin turned at Steve's attempt at summoning him, "Why do you let her boss you around?" He turned back around did a running kick to Steve's abdomen.

They left him to bleed out in the dumpster.