A/B: Incredibly sorry for the delay, I've been extremely busy. 
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Out of the air and in the clouds, they thought they were safe.
Natasha knew better.
Rhodey came after them, Tony not far behind.
She heard Steve call for Sam, and through her own comm heard Tony call for Vision.
He was distracted by Wanda, whom he was clutching in his arms. Screaming came soon after, and she had to turn it off.
Once they were a far enough distance, Steve let out a breath.
"You alright?" Asked Natasha, who was fiddling with her comm piece.
"Are you?" He replied back, concern showing on his face.
She was in the farthest corner on the Quinjet, sitting down and laying her head on the wall, one leg bent to hold her position.
Her head came off the wall and she closed her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them, her glassy eyes stared blankly at the wall.
Natasha sighed and put her head down, a strand of loose hair fell onto her face. "I'm not alright, but I try to act like it."
Steve left Bucky in charge of leading the way to the bunker, and came over to kneel by Natasha's side.
He moved the strand of hair behind her ear, and noticed her sinking state.
Her eyes were tired with worry and many sleepless nights. Hair unkept and tangled from neglect. Bones were starting to show along the sides of her cheek, showing she wasn't getting enough rest, or food.
Her glassy eyes closed once more at his touch.
"Have you been starving yourself?"
Natasha didn't open her mouth, or eyes, just nodded slowly.
Her eyes opened once more, and her mouth formed syllables.
Steve couldn't understand the words Natasha was trying to speak, so he asked her politely.
"Nat, I can't understand what your are saying."
She turned her unflinching gaze on him.
"не бояться никакого милосердия," she said in Russian.
"I can't translate Natasha," he stated.
Bucky let out a growl and slammed his fist on the control pad.
"No fear no mercy," he growled.
Steve turned his head to Bucky. "Is that what she said?"
His friend nodded slowly.
"не бояться никакого милосердия," she repeated.
The soldier grabbed her hand and started stroking it, trying to make sense of what she was saying.
"Temiamo nessun nemico. We fear no foe," Natasha spoke softly.
"Nat, what do you mean?"
She removed her hand from his, and clutched it to her chest.
"I saw everything." She sobbed.
"What do you mean you saw everything? What did you see?"
"Sharon."
His world came crumbling down in a spiral. She saw him kissing Sharon. Those quick glances at the blond agent after Peggy's death. The kiss was an accident, but everything else, the fact she saw him make eyes at Sharon, everything.
"The cameras, I saw everything on cameras."
Steve was baffled. His moments with Agent 13, it was all recorded on a camera.
"Who showed you?"
Natasha turned her head away, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, bright and waiting to fall. Her words faulted in her throat. She choked on another sob.
"Tony."
"Natasha, those clips are from before we were dating." Steve protested against her.
One tear fell and made its path along her cheek to land on her hand, still clutched to her chest.
"The kiss wasn't. It happened only minutes before the battle."
Her head leaned back on the wall again, her tear filled eyes leaking once more. Suddenly, they just stopped, and her features hardened.
"I should turn you in. Take you two to the Raft like they are taking the others right now."
Steve narrowed his gaze at her and backed away a bit.
"If I don't, they'll come for me. I should, turn it into revenge for hurting me like this Rogers. I'm regretting letting you get away."
Her words took him aback, and he glanced down at her hand, the one that had her engagement ring on it. The same had that held no ring. The hand she was clutching to her chest.
"You took it off."
"Didn't want to loose it." She replied deadpanned.
"They have every right to come get you."
"I'm not the one who needs to watch their back."
Her cheeks were still stained red, and were slightly puffy, he still could hold that against her.
Natasha's knees came up to her chest, and she placed her face on them, her arms wrapping around them.
Steve thought she looked weak, helpless even, but it could just be a facade.
"If your thinking I'm acting like this, your wrong." She said, despite her voice being a bit muffled.
"Last time I checked, you couldn't read minds." Steve replied.
"Your thinking to hard, that's why."
"What else am I thinking, Romanoff?"
Her head raised up to look at him. Despite her tired appearance, she smiled for the first time since she got on the Quinjet.
"What's gonna happen to your friends at the Raft, I presume."
Steve nodded.
"Don't tell anyone else, and don't get to angry, but they're all being put in maximum security."
"And Wanda?"
She paused, and her eyes dropped their almost light hearted tone.
"Straight jacket." She whispered.
Steve's mouth was open in shock, almost horrified.
Natasha scuffled closer to him, and placed her head under his chin.
"I'm sorry. I had no control over that choice. I'm worried for her too."
Steve lowered his chin on her head, his eyes coming to close.
"She's just a kid."
"I know."
They laid there like that for several minutes, letting everything settle.
Natasha smiled, and she placed her hand on Steve's own.
"I find it funny we went from talking about Sharon to just laying here." She joked.
Steve moved so his face came close to her's, and soon enough, they locked eyes.
"Are you okay now? The kiss only lasted ten seconds and I hated every second of it."
Natasha cupped his cheeks and kissed him lovingly.  She broke the kiss after Bucky coughed and she gave him a grin.
"Now tell me what this plans about boys."
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A/N: I did it. Took me a whole week and a half but I did it.
Also, I've decided that the 200+ followers gift shall be a QnA, so ah, ask me your burning questions, they can be about anything.

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