Steve, Natasha and Becca were walking through a mall in an attempt to read what was on the file that Natasha had procured from the Lumerian Star. They had changed their clothes to blend in with the mall crowed better.

"First rule of going on the run is, walk, don't run." Natasha whispered to Steve, he rolled his eyes at his friend, slinging his arm over his niece.

"If I run in these shoes, they're going to fall off." Steve retorts.

Becca didn't know what to make of all the people around her as her uncle and friend made their way into a store to use a laptop to look up the file on the flash drive. The teenager was stunned by anything and everything she saw in the mall, the people, the foods, smells, clothing options, everything. She thought that if she had been raised normally then she would be normal in these kinds of crowds. She wished her mother was with her, but she was thankful to have her Uncle and Natasha.

As the three made their way into what Becca learned was an Apple Store, the two adults quickly bee-lined for a laptop, "The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up Shield will know exactly where we are." Natasha informs Steve as she quickly types on the computer.

"How much time do we have?" Steve asks, scanning the area carefully for anyone suspicious. He holds Becca close to himself to let himself know that she's safe.

Natasha smirks as she opens up a laptop, "Uh.. About nine minutes from.." She trails off as she sticks the flash drive into the computer, "Now." She states as she quickly begins to type to encrypt the files on the drive. Becca is mesmerized by everything Natasha is doing.

Soon Natasha has pulled up files off the drive, looking them over quickly, "Fury was right about that ship, somebody's trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some sort of A.I, it keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands." She states.

Steve looks at his friend concerned, his mind going a million miles an hour as he is keeping watch for any of the Strike team, "Can you override it?"

"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly." Natasha retorts, typing out her commands quickly, but Becca grabs her hand, drawing her attention.

"Let me try?" Becca asks, Natasha hesitates, but she knows that girls in the Red Room were trained for things like this. so Natasha nods, stepping aside and Becca then takes the reins of the computer. The redhead's eyes widen, the teenager is smarter than her, typing out commands faster than she was. "I'm going to try running a tracer." She informs her uncle and friend, her features changed into one of seriousness, like a switch was flipped in her mind.

"This is a program that Shield developed to track hostile malware." Natasha tells the teenager, the girls nods as she continues to type quickly.

"So if we can't read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from." Becca says softly.

An Apple employee walks up to them, "Can I help you with anything?" He asks, looking the three over, Natasha jumps into playing the role, wrapping her arms around Steve, acting like a couple in love as Becca continues to code on the computer.

"Oh no. My fiancé and my sister were just helping me find some honeymoon destinations." Natasha says, her voice slightly higher in pitch, Becca smiles at her and Steve chuckles uncomfortably.

"Right! We're getting married." Becca's uncle forces out, putting on a smile.

The employee smiles at them, "Congratulations. Where do you guys think you'll be going?" the man asks, as soon as Steve looks over at the computer, Becca had traced where the program come from New Jersey.

"New Jersey.." Steve mutters.

"Oh." The employee says, then leans closer to Steve, making Becca's uncle's eyes widen, hoping he hasn't been made, his body goes stiff, ready to grab Becca and leave if need be, "I have the exact same pair of glasses."

Natasha smiles, "Wow, you two are practically twins."

The employee laughs, looking Steve over multiple times, "Yeah, I wish." He says, his hands going up and down across from Steve, taking him in, "Specimen." he whispers, then looks at the three, "Uh.. If you need anything, I've been Aaron." The man, Aaron, says.

Steve looks over his shoulder as they all know the nine minute window is ticking closed as Becca continues to search in the New Jersey state for where the program exactly came from, "You said nine minutes." Steve says impatiently.

Natasha watches Becca work, "Shh, relax." She says, as Becca smirks in victory, watching the location come up on the computer.

"Got it." Becca says triumphantly, she had never done something like that before, but something flipped in her mind that let her know what to do, she didn't know how she knew it, but she was glad that she did. "The program came from a place in Wheaton, New Jersey." She sates as Steve's eyes widen.

"You know it?" Natasha asks.

"I used to." Steve replies curtly, leading the three out of the store. As they make their way down the mall, Steve spots some of the Strike team, "Standard tac-team. Two behind, two across, and two coming straight at us." He says, "If they make us, I'll engage, you take Becca and hit the south escalator to the metro."

Natasha rolls her eyes, "Shut up and put your arm around Becca and I, laugh at something she said."

"what?" Becca and Steve ask at the same time.

"Just do it!" Natasha quietly exclaims as the two in front of them head straight towards them. Steve throws his arms around the girls and laughs as the two Strike members walk past them. They soon make their way to the escalator. Natasha spots Rumlow going up on the escalator as the three are headed down the other.

She turns to Steve, "Kiss me." Which catches the two family members off guard.

"What?" Steve asks.

"Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable." Becca thinks out loud.

"Yes, they do." Steve agrees with his niece, Steve doen't have time to react as Natasha pulls him down to her, pressing her lips against his own. Becca watches as the man looking for them spots the two kissing and quickly turns his head.

Becca nudges them to let them know that they're in the clear. The three step off the escalator and Natasha smirks, "Still uncomfortable?" She asks as they make their way to the parking lot.

"I am." Becca inputs.

Steve shifts awkwardly, "It's not exactly the word I would use." He states.

Natasha it sitting in the front passenger seat, Steve is driving and Becca is in the backseat munching on some snacks they had grabbed for her.

"Where did Captain America learn to steal a car?" Natasha asks, peaking Becca's interest in their conversation. She'd heard that name before, but didn't realize that her uncle was the famed Super Soldier.

"Nazi Germany. Mary taught me actually." He states, then playfully narrows his eyes at his friend, "And we're borrowing so take your feet off the dash."

Becca smiles at her uncle, "Mama stole cars?" She asks, making Steve chuckle.

He nods, "Yeah, your father had taught her back in Brooklyn, before the war was even a thought." He tells his niece, seeing her beam in the rearview mirror.

"What were Mama and Papa like?" She asks hopefully, Natasha nods too.

"This I want to hear." The readhead says playfully.

Steve chuckles, "Well Mary, your Mama, she was always the leader of the three of us growing up, always taking charge of the situation, never backing down from a challenge that arose. And your Papa, he would always be close by her to make sure nothing would come in her way. If someone picked on her at school, he would beat them up and teach them about respect." Steve tells the girls, smiling.

"I remember the night of our Mother's funeral, I had gone inside our small apartment to clean up. I thought Mary and Bucky would follow me, but hours went by and I never heard the front door. It was night by the time I went to check on them. Mary was sound asleep on Bucky, resting her head on his shoulder and Bucky was just watching her, his coat around the both of them." He goes on, "That was the day I knew your Papa loved my sister, your Mama."

Becca smiles, "What were they like before me, Uncle Stevie?" She asks excitedly.

"Before you were a thought, though, they had talked about their future after the war. They picked out your name before they even were married." Steve replied, smiling at Becca.

"My name? Really?" the teenager says surprised.

Her uncle nods, "Rebecca Sofia Barnes." He states, "Your first name is after your Aunt Rebecca, Your Papa's sister, and your middle name is after the daughter of your Mama's mentor, Doctor Erskine."

"I know that name! Mama talked about him all the time with Aunt Peggy and Uncle Howie." Becca replies.

"How did you react when Mary told you she was expecting Becca?" Natasha asks, wanting to know more about her friend and sister.

Steve chuckles, "She didn't mean to tell us when she did, but she had gotten sick right before the mission to capture Zola, the mission Bucky died." He trails off. "I was shocked and so happy for them, they deserved the chance at a family. But it didn't work out that way. I was also confused as to how they had a chance to make her, we were always together or close by one another for protection. Except the small honeymoon Phillips gave them, they had three days to themselves, we found out in March of '45 and they got married New Years Day.. So it had to have been then."

As time went on int he car, Becca had fallen asleep in the backseat, so that just left the two adults in the front. "She's very sweet." Natasha murmurs, "I'm pretty sure I remember her when I was still apart of the Red Room back in the Soviet Union." She adds.

"The Red Room?" Steve asks.

"Where I was trained, where all the Black Widows were trained, and still are. As far as I know, it's still running. When I first arrived there I remember seeing a girl who had every skill any girl there would dream of having, mastering every weapon and every language. But she was disobedient, never wanting to kill anyone she was told to." Natasha says, "The Madam always referred to her as The Nurse's Daughter. I never knew what that name meant until I met Becca when you had given her to me to look after."

"You're saying that when Becca was taken from Mary in '50, she was given to this Red Room? And she's been there for over sixty years?" Steve asks.

"It's just a theory, Steve. I don't know." Natasha tells her friend, "I could be wrong, It may have been someone else." She explains.

"The Nurses' Daughter, Nat." Steve says, "Mary was only a nurse when Becca was born. She was one of the most famous nurses in the 40's during the war." He says, "What exactly happened in the Red Room." He asks his friend, "Nat, I need to know what my niece went through."

Natasha sighs, looking out the window, "Nothing good ever came out of that place. We were beaten and starved unless we got it right. Perfection or punishment." She murmured, "Kill or be killed was the way we were trained. We had to control every aspect of our bodies, use them in ways to kill our targets efficiently and effectively." She goes on, memories resurface in her mind. "There were graduation ceremonies when The Madam thought us good enough to let us out into missions."

"Graduation ceremonies?" Steve asks, still taking in all the information he's been told, his niece was in that place, beaten because she was never obedient enough.

Natasha nods, "What's the one thing that could prove more important than a mission?" She asks him.

Steve shakes his head, "I don't know."

"A child." Natasha answers for him, "The ceremony was a procedure that has proved very effective.." She trails off, looking down, biting her tongue to stop her eyes from clouding over.

"Nat, the ceremony is a surgery that takes your ability away to have children?" He asks, his whole body going rigid, his niece may of had to go through that, his close friend went through it. "I'm so sorry."

The redheaded spy shakes her head, "It hurts to remember it, but it's okay. And no, to the best of my knowledge, Becca never graduated. She was too young despite her age, she had the body of a seven year old when I was there. They couldn't graduate her even if they wanted too."

Steve sighs in relief a bit, he nods, "I'm still sorry that you had to go through all of that, Nat. No one deserves to go through that."

Time went by and Natasha looked over at her friend as they passed the boarder for New Jersey, "Alright, I have a question for you, which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?" Natasha quips, causing Steve to chuckle.

"What?" He asks, glancing at the rearview mirror to check on his niece who is still sound asleep in the backseat.

"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" Natasha asks.

"That bad, huh?" Steve quips, glancing in her direction, smirking ever so slightly.

Natasha laughs, "I didn't say that." she retorts.

Steve rolls his eyes, "Well, it kind of sounds like that's what your saying." He teases.

Natasha scoffs, sitting upright in her seat, "No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had."

"You don't need practice." He retorts.

"Everybody needs practice."

Steve sighs as a small smile plays on his lips, "It was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."

Natasha smiles back, "Nobody special though?"

"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience." He answers, "That was Mary. But she's not here anymore. She was the only person who could truly relate to what I was going through." Steve says back to her.

Natasha nods, "Well, that's alright, you just make something up." She says in reference in finding someone.

"What like you?" Steve quips.

The spy shrugs, "I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I." She explains her logic behind all the fake names and backstories she's given over the years.

"That's a tough way to live."

"It's a good way not to die, though."

"You know it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is." Steve comments softly.

"Yeah. Who do you want me to be?"

"How about a friend?"

The redhead laughs softly, "Well, there's a chance you're in the wrong business, Rogers."