𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

I'm woken up to the sound of humming. My eyes flutter open and I cringe at the bright hospital lights, but the sight of my sister sat in a chair next to my bed as she hums a song from our childhood makes me smile. I hum the last couple of notes and Natasha looks at me in surprise.

"Easy there, tiger" She smiles.

"I'm fine" I huff, trying to sit up but she pushes me back down.

"You almost died" She retorts.

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to kill me" I joke and her smile falls into a deadpan look.

"You were crushed by the wreckage and fell almost 60,000 feet towards the water. Anyone else wouldn't have survived that" She scolds me.

"But I'm not just anyone, Nat" I grin smugly and she slaps my arm, making me groan in pain.

"You are so lucky that I love you" She sighs.

We sit in silence for a minute or two before I turn my head, looking at her.

"Is Steve..." I drawl off, not really knowing if I want to know the answer.

"Alive?" She finishes for me and I nod "He's next door with Sam. Beaten up, but doing okay"

I let out a sigh of relief and she smiles guiltily at me, taking my hand in hers. I immediately know that the guilty look isn't about Steve, it's about a different blue eyed super soldier.

"He left again, didn't he?" I ask, my eyes watering and she nods.

"I'm sorry, Ana" She says in pity and I roll my eyes, wiping away my tears.

"It's okay. I don't care" I lie, shrugging it off and she frowns.

"Yes, you do" She states.

"I shouldn't" I counter.

"You can't help what you feel, маленький" She tells me and I scoff.
(little one)

"I'm like two years younger than you, сука" I retort and she grins in amusement.
(bitch)

"You're always going to be little to me, Anastasia" She declares.

"And you're always going to be annoying to me, Natasha" I state, the both of us laughing.

‎✪ ‎✪‎ ✪

"Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" The bailiff asks.

"I do" Natasha and I reply in unison.

We then sit down at the desk and the Department of Defence committee members start asking their questions.

"Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?" One of them asks.

"I don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently" Natasha answers simply.

"Well, he could explain how this country is expected to maintain its national security now that he and you two have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus" Another member states.

"HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence" I retort.

"Many of which you both seemed to have had a personal hand in telling" The man replies.

"Agents, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service records, both for this country and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary. Not mouthing off on Capitol Hill" A different man announces.

"You're not going to put us in prison. You're not going to put any of us in a prison. You know why?" Natasha smirks.

"Do enlighten us" The man says.

"Because you need us" I declare smugly.

"Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we help make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it" Natasha explains "So, if you want to arrest us, arrest us. You'll know where to find us"

We both stand up and walk out of the courtroom with our heads held high.

‎✪ ‎✪‎ ✪

Natasha and I walk through the rows of gravestones, heading towards where Nick Fury is stood with Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson.

"Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here" Fury tells Steve, pointing to the gravestone with his name on it and I smile in amusement.

"You should be honoured. That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you" Natasha announces, Sam and Steve looking to us as Fury walks away.

"Not going with him?" Steve asks.

"No" Natasha chuckles.

"Not staying here" Steve states.

"Nah" She sighs "I blew all my covers. I got to go figure out a new one"

"That might take a while" Steve comments.

"I'm counting on it" She smiles.

"What about you, Ana?" Steve asks me.

"I've got therapy in an hour, that's as far as I've got planned" I answer with a grin and he chuckles.

"That thing you asked for, I called in a few favours from Kiev" Natasha speaks up, handing Steve a file holding information on James' time at HYDRA "Will you do me a favour? Call that nurse"

"She's not a nurse" Steve replies.

"And you're not a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent" My sister retorts.

"What was her name again?" Steve asks curiously.

"Sharon" Natasha answers with a small smile "She's nice"

She leans up and kisses Steve's cheek, my smile widening at the sight.

"Be careful, Steve" She tells him before walking away "You might not want to pull on that thread"

I wrap my arms around the blonde man's waist and he envelopes me in a warm hug, kissing my head in a brotherly way.

"Don't call the nurse, Stevie" I mumble.

"Wasn't going to" He whispers in response and I smile up at him, the man smiling back at me brightly.

I peck his cheek and give Sam a quick wave before jogging after my sister. We slip into the car and as she pulls out of the parking lot, I shake my head and look at her.

"You're an idiot" I announce.

"I am not" She argues.

"Then why would you tell the man you love to call another woman?" I ask rhetorically and she looks at me in surprise before coughing to cover up her slip of emotion.

"I don't love Steve" She scoffs "I'm not even into blondes"

"You're in love with Steve Rogers and he feels the exact same way" I declare and she frowns.

"No, he doesn't" She replies.

"I know Steve and I know you. You both feel the same way about each other but neither of you are willing to admit it" I huff in annoyance.

"I can't, Ana. Love isn't something I can just throw around, and you know that" She explains.

"Just give him a chance, Natty. He's one of the good ones. He's Captain America for fuck sake. He's literally America's golden boy. He's perfect" I exaggerate.

"I know that" She groans.

"Then promise me you'll stop trying to set him up with other people?" I demand and she glances at me, not answering "Natalia Alianovna Romanoff!"

"Fine! Okay! I promise" She huffs in annoyance.

"Good" I chirp.

"Сука" She mutters.
(bitch)

"Right back at ya" I counter.