we face a crossroad never knowing what's in store; (CLOSED)

[assassinat]

Who| Natasha and Steve Rogers.
What| Avengers stuff.
Where| District 8 floor.
When| Week 5, after Steve kicks it in the Arena. Before everything else that's going on currently.
Warnings/Notes| I'm sorry this log is going to hurt ewe but we're gonna fawn over our bucks now.

[ Having kept herself busy enough with watching over the more unruly men in her life, Natasha admittedly had little time to keep up with the matters of the Arena. At the end of the day, she would sit down and catch up while the rest of the world slept; until then she kept herself busy. Tallying up the deaths and cataloging the methods each combatant aired on the screen used, she built a foundation of knowledge previously denied to her. In the end, she was better suited to stay within the Capitol and rebuild herself, so she did that by absorbing the culture, the people, and anything else she could pick up with her eyes and ears.

No matter how many times she watched the people die, it never got any easier. At one point in her life it was easy to not feel anything by it, but that was the dark past better left behind. So when she sees friend or child fall in the Arena, it only further fuels an agenda hidden to her. There were opportunities if she sought them out, but between babysitting Tony Stark while keeping her best friend from going mad, there was little time for her own hobbies. Even if she somehow managed to make it, another wrench would be thrown into the works. Last night's wrench was in the form of American patriotism as the news of Steve Roger's death. A hot topic that made it uncomfortable to sleep well that past evening.

Something stirs and leaves her restless in the middle of the day. Instinct. Natasha's always believed in herself above everything else or with as much trust as she could spare for anything these days. Just enough to cause her to leave the bedroom she was staying in to catch up on the Arena news during the day. No party tonight, she's decided because how she could justify celebrating the death of a Captain America? Steve might not be her Steve, he might not be her Bucky, but he was still a leader she respected.

So it shouldn't come as big of a surprise that he might have felt the same way enough to pay her a visit. ]

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[aboveangrybees]

[It's her use of the word "we" that settles it for Steve, she's not trying to shut him out, just trying to do things her way. The honesty rings true to him, so he chooses to believe she means it. Even if he wants to defend his Natasha, he knows they are such different people that he can't quite bring himself to, it's not really the moment.

Though her questioning his questioning makes him frown, because this isn't the first time she's thought he was underestimating her.]

Is my counterpart that much of a sexist? [It's not a pleasant thought, but he's getting that feeling.] Because this has nothing to do with thinking your not capable and everything to do with knowing you're more capable than I probably realize. You said it yourself, you're not a lot like the Natasha from my world and because of that I don't know you all that well and can't put the level of trust I would in her in you. [His ability to trust is still strained. It's not that he doesn't trust her, but it's not to the level he'd trust his Natasha.

Steve looks pointedly at the television like he's looking towards the arena, towards Bucky, but then his eyes are right back on her.] There's very little I wouldn't do for that man, so if you want to work together, I'm willing, but if you're planning to shut me out or have me back off then you've already lost that battle.

[assassinat]

[ Among other things, but she doesn't make mention of it. Admittedly all of this otherworldly stuff throws her for a loop. What good is her knowledge if it doesn't add up to everything that's happened in their worlds? How straight can she keep the details between this Steve and her Steve when this one inevitably becomes her Steve? That's the path they're heading down, one of familiarity not known to her and yet it comes so easily to him.

Funny how the one who is always charming others can't stand it when someone else endears themselves to her. ]

I know. [ Natasha manages with a heavy sigh as she runs her fingers through her hair. To which statement she doesn't specify as her gaze focuses on the man on screen. ]

But I also know what it is that makes the Winter Soldier click. I have witnessed it with my own eyes... and I can't just stand back doing nothing. Not again.

[aboveangrybees]

[It doesn't need clarification, he takes the "I know" as an answer to both. Simple, clear, precisely to the point; he wouldn't expect any less from her. Not with him at least. She's been pretty upfront with him since they met, little to few games, he hopes she stays that way and he'll return the favor.

He wants to trust her like he trusts his Natasha, he wants to know she has his back, but it took so long for him and Natasha to come to that, he doesn't expect it to come easy with this one either.]

And I'm not asking you to do that, all I said is to not ask me to step back either. Because I can't. [He's failed him once already, it can't happen again.

Steve looks at his lap in a silent thought.] I know I can't save him, that's not an illusion I have, but maybe if you and I work together, help each other, we can do more to help him save himself.