Steve's POV

After an hour of Natasha hitting my arm now and then, we reached our destination.

"This place is.. Not what I expected." I said looking at the little cabin, only a forest surrounding it.

"It never is." Natasha said as we walked towards the cabin. I held my shield in my hand and Natasha had a gun in her left. She went up to the door, opening it carefully. It was open, to my surprise. we stepped inside to find it empty. It was very small, only a little living room and a kitchen. I went to the only door in the cabin, expecting a bathroom, but found a staircase leading downwards instead. I looked at Nat and she followed me downstairs. I held my shield high, getting ready for whatever was down there. It didn't take long until gun shots hit the shield and I took Natasha's arm, pressing her to me as the shield took all the shots. They stopped after a while and Natasha nodded to me. We stood up and ran into the room. Natasha shot three men with guns and I hit two with my shield. They all fell to the ground.

"Let's see what they're hiding." Natasha said smirking. One of the shot men on the floor moaned. "Oh shut up or the next shot will kill you." She said.

We looked through the oddly enormous basement and found a big metal door.

I pressed it open and we stepped in. There was a table in the middle of the room, a man was tied to it. Natasha shrugged at the sight. A lot of memories was probably brought to her mind. She stepped closer to the man and shakes her head at me.

"He's dead." She said.

I nodded.

We looked around the rooms. The walls was full of pictures of women and men. All laying in the exact table that was placed in the middle of the room. Everyone on the pictures looked dead or at least past out. Natasha and I looked over the photos. Natasha suddenly stopped breathing at the sight of a young man with brown hair. I recognised his face but I didn't know from where. I looked over to Natasha's non breathing body and found her hand holding the necklace that she had around her neck. Now I know from where.

"Alexi.." She whispered dead quietly. Not realising I heard.

"There's nothing important here. Let's blow up the place like we're supposed to and then get the hell out of here." She said, walking towards the door. I nodded and followed her. We were suddenly greeted by at least 20 guys with masks. Everyone pointed a gun at us.

"Nice to finally meet you Captain America." One of the men said, taking a step forward. "And the lovely Black Widow, nice to see you again. It's been a while."

"And you are?" Natasha said, pointing her gun at him. The guy chuckled.

"Sure you remember me." He said as he took of his mask, reviling his face. I dropped my shield in surprise.

"Bucky?!" I said, my mouth open.

As fast as the shield dropped to the floor, the men surrounded me with the guns. All pointing at my body. Stupid move. I thought to myself. Natasha aimed her gun at Bucky hoping to get the others to stop pointing at me.

"Put the gun down dear Natalia or they'll shoot him." Bucky said. She did as he told her and but she didn't enjoy it.

"What do you want asshole?" She said to Bucky. He laughed at her angry tone.

"I just want to talk. It's been a while." He said taking a few steps closer to Natasha.

"Yes, it has. And I've enjoyed every minute of it." She said, uncomfortable by his presence. When he was close enough he put his hand on her cheek.

"Surely you must have missed me. We had some fun times." He said. She slapped away his hand and made a irritated face.

"No, not really." She said, expressing her anger. He laughed.

"You just don't remember." He said and she hit him hard in his stomach, making him loose air for a second. I took this as a chance and started hitting the men around me and succeeded to take my shield. Natasha started shooting some guys but ended up fighting Bucky. She succeeded to throw him down to the floor with her thighs and he hit her in the face. She hit him back but then he managed to punch her really hard in the stomach and she fell to the floor. I was busy kicking down the other men and couldn't help. She soon got to her feet and took a black widow bite on him, making Bucky pass out. She ten shot a few other guys and kicked them down to the floor. After a while of punches and lucky shots, they were laying past out on the floor. Natasha bent over, her hand over her stomach. I quickly went over to her.

"Are you okey?"

"No, but it's fine." She said. She looked up at me and took away some blood from my head.

"What are we going to do about Bucky?" She said and I looked at her and shock my head.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" Bucky said and a shot could be heard. Everything went black.

Natasha's POV

Steve fell to the ground and I let out a scream. Luckily, he wasn't hit in a too bad place. But still, he passed out of the bullet. Bucky laughed.

"Is that love Natalia? We were taught not to love, remember?" He said. I breathed heavily and anger filled my body.

"Yes I remember. Too bad we had bad teachers." I said, looking at him with an ice cold look. He stepped closer to me.

"I miss you Natalia. Don't you feel it?" He said touching my cheek. His hand went down my waist.

"Yeah." I said, breathing out heavily. I stepped closer to him. Our faces was close. "I feel that you're soon going to regret this." I hit him hard between his legs and then in the stomach. I jumped onto his shoulder and twisted around making his body fall to the floor. I then hit him hard in the face which made him pass out. It would probably leave a blue mark as well. I ran over to Steve and pressed my hand on his wound. It wasn't that bad but it needed to be taken care of fast. I hauled his body out of the cabin and towards the car. He was really heavy and it took forever to get him into the car. As soon as he was, I drove away, leaving the cabin as we found it. Expect for some passed out men on the floor. I drove around and found a bed and breakfast. I went inside thought about threatening the people inside but went for the please help me look instead. Two Swedish men that worked there helped me carry Steve into a hotel room. They put him on the bed and they begged we should call an ambulance.

"Nej snälla, det är okej! Han är bara avsvimmad från en fest. (No please. It's okey! He's just passed out from a party.)"

They looked at me with disbelief. I wouldn't believe what I was saying either. I mean Steve was even wearing his Captain America suit. I gave them money to shut up which they did and we were left alone. Steve was still passed out and I knew I had to get the bullet out. I took of his suit halfway, only reviling his upper part. The sight of his bare chest was enjoyable, I can't lie. But the wound drew my attention. Luckily, I had learnt to deal with these sort of things and got the bullet out on no time. I stopped the bleeding and washed of the blood on my hands in the bathroom sink. I went to the bedroom again and my eyes were focused on Steve. I felt the urge to lay down beside his warm body and get some dreamless sleep. But I knew I probably shouldn't. Instead, I went into the bathroom and took of my black widow suit. My stomach and arms were red and blue. I washed of the blood on my wounds in the sink and got dressed in more comfortable but still good looking clothes. I went downstairs for some food, making sure to tell the workers there that we were okey. I also paid a little extra tip. I brought up some food to our room and found Steve awake. He had changed clothes but was still half naked. He sat on the bed and looked over at me as I entered.

"What happened?" He asked as I put down the food on the table.

"You got shot. And I brought us here." I said. "It wasn't that bad but I believe that you might have passed out of shock as well." He looked down at the floor, like he was embarrass but didn't show a sign of it.

"Bucky?" He said, looking up to me again.

"I left him there, past out of course." I said. He smirked. "I had to take care of your wound, I didn't want you to bleed to death. It would be an unfair way to die." I said.

"Thank you." He said, giving me half a smile. I smiled back.

"I brought some food in case you were hungry, there's no meatballs, I promise." I said, smirking at him.

"Too bad, I found them rather delicious." He said.

"I think I'll take a shower." I said as I realised some of my wounds hadn't stopped bleeding.

I went into the bathroom and stripped of my clothes. I had got some bad punches and pain went through my body as I moved. I looked into the mirror. I had a scratch over my cheek and a broken lip. The rest was over my arms, shoulders and my stomach. I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the warm water on my skin. My wounds screamed in pain but I tired to ignore it. It was a lot harder to dry myself with the towel. It hurt as fast as I just carefully rubbed it over my body. I realised I had forgot other clothes in my bag in the living room. I knew Steve would react to my bruises but I couldn't stay in here forever. I dried most of my hair before I wrapped the towel around my body like a dress and stepped out. I tried to ignore Steve's looks but he noticed my beat up body, of course. I went to my bag and took out some comfortable clothes. I didn't plan on stepping outside the door again tonight and I didn't really bother to care of what I would be wearing. Steve stepped forward to me.

"Natasha, you okey?"

"Yes, I'm okey. It's just some bruises." I said, trying to sound confident.

He looked at my arms and touched it really carefully.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have passed out like that, I don't know why it happened." He said, looking down.

"You couldn't help it. I'm just glad your okey." I said.

"But your not." He said quietly.

"I'm never totally fine. But I've made peace with it." I said as I touched his cheek. He gave me a sad smile and I kissed his cheek. He was a little surprised and I went back into the bathroom to change.

When I got out, Steve had eaten some of the food. He was wearing a shirt and I knew I had to ask him to take of it.

"I have to look at your wound." I said. He smirked and waited for me to continue. "Take of your shirt and stop giving me that look." He smirked ever more and I sat down beside him on the bed and took of the bandage.

"It looks fine. I'm just gonna change the bandage." I said as my hands went over his chest. I tried to do it carefully, so I wouldn't hurt him. My arm hurt a little when I reached over to fix his wound but I didn't mind. I was soon done and I looked up to his face. I gave him a little smile.

"You should be fine now Captain." I said and my eyes met his. He smiled.

"What?" I said as he kept staring at my face.

"I just can't mess this up again." He said and stood up.

"Mess up what?" I said and got to my feet as well.

"You." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"I don't want to hurt you like I did today." He said.

"You didn't hurt me. And you can't ever fix me. But that doesn't mean I don't want you around. I trust you." I said.

"But it was my fault." He said.

"I don't care. It could have been mine as well. You're not going to hurt me."

He gave me half a sad smile.

I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I want you to be with me. I want you." I said carefully as my hand touched his cheek. He smiled, carefully putting his arms around my waist. I kissed him slowly and got lost in his arms. He kissed me back and touched my body gently, not wanting to hurt me. I touched his naked chest and he kissed my neck. We went to the bed and I removed my clothes but kept my underwear on. He did the same and laid me down on the bed gently. His hands went over my bruises and wounds as carefully as he could and he observed all the damaged the days fight had done to me. I took his head in my hands and directed his looks into my eyes away from the wounds. He kissed my lips and I got closer to him. I touched his arm and pressed his body to mine. He was warm, as usual. His perfect figure made my body thaw and I kissed his neck. He kissed my face and put his arms around me, carefully dragging me even closer. I enjoyed my body against his and it didn't take long until we both fell asleep. I enjoyed a dreamless sleep with Steve close to my body.