Mission London - Part II

Natasha's luck was that she entered the penultimate car of the train and there were only two terrorists in there, so with few movements, she knocked them both out.

Natasha snuck into the next car and peered to count how many men were in the next car.

Natasha wasn't sure why she had the urge to get on the train, but the idea of ​​Steve being alone with the terrorists terrified her.

It wasn't fair for just him to be left behind and she knew that if the police saw her getting on the train, they wouldn't strafe the train.

Since there were no longer any train drivers to operate the train, nor Bobbi, the train remained in the same place.

Steve contacted the authorities via the radio in the driver's cabin, demanding that all police officers leave the station. Of course they didn't want to leave, but they believe in Steve and he insisted it was important for them to leave.

Natasha picked up a small gas disk, which was stuck in her boots and she threw it into the car ahead, causing the 8 terrorists inside the car to faint.

Natasha waited two minutes for the gas to dissipate enough that she could move forward. As she stepped forward, on the first car, the terrorists could see all the smoke and they just started to fire.

Natasha threw herself under the seats to protect herself from the shots, and finally the attention of the leader inside the cabin was alerted. He came immediately and called a cease-fire.

Steve came right behind the leader.

When the leader walked to the junction between the first car and the second one, he looked at all the terrorists on the floor and frowned, then he looked around.

- Only a woman could achieve such a purpose by using such delicate movements that wouldn't call my attention immediately. Steve Rogers, you fooled me, you kept one of yours in here.

S: No, I swear, I...

Natasha rolled out of the seat and Steve looked at her with surprise, even though he knew she was the one who had knocked down all the terrorists, he knows very well his wife's work.

N: He didn't know. I infiltrated myself in here.

S: You should have stayed at the station, Natasha!

N: And so should you!

S: I made an exchange.

N: And I came to rescue you.

- Oh, oh, oh now I see... Lovebirds, what a lovely love story, but let's deal talk about business.

Natasha prepared to get one more gas disk, but Steve knew what she was about to do and he moved toward her and the 5 remaining terrorists pointed their guns at Steve.

Steve looked into Natasha's eyes and motioned his hands asking for her to calm down.

S: I have it under control.

Natasha took a deep breath as she looked at Steve and then she looked around and she could end it all right now and easy, but the way Steve looked at her and told her to calm down, made her stand down.

S: We're just talking about his son's accusations. Since you're here, I think you can help. Can you make a call to the minister so we can negotiate?

Natasha nodded, but her expression was deadly serious because she is on "attack mood", she is ready to attack if something goes wrong.

N: Does the train have a radio?

The leader nodded and led Natasha into the cabin, Natasha managed her way to talk with the cops outside and as soon as the commander answered her, she demanded to speak with the prime minister, otherwise the terrorists would explode the whole Train, and this would cause beyond injury, many deaths and accidents with the size of the explosion.

Natasha hung up.

- But we don't have explosives here.

N: I know. That's why I lied, otherwise they won't take it seriously.

Natasha looked at Steve.

S: What now?

N: We expect a return from the minister.

As they waited for the call, Natasha sat in the driver's seat and Steve leaned against the steering panel near Natasha.

Natasha never transmits fear, she is not afraid to die. She looked at Steve with some curiosity.

N: Why?

Steve looked at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her to complete the question.

N: Why did you give yourself in return to save all those people you don't know?

S: Why did you come to the train?

N: I don't know.

S: Because you care. I'm not saying that specifically with me, but you care, you're a good person.

Natasha laughed with a certain debauchery, shaking her head.

N: You don't know me.

S: I know you better than anyone, Natasha. You would have come in here, even if it was Clint, Bobbi or any civilian, because it's in your instinct to want to do the right thing. So do not ask me why, knowing that you would do the same.

Natasha looked forward and didn't answer what Steve said.

After one hour, the radio finally rang.

First, the terrorist and the prime minister exchanged offenses to each other, then Steve had to intervene and demanded a second trial.

- I want him to be released!

S: I told you, I can't promise that. I don't know if he's innocent, but for me he is, until proven otherwise. You told me he didn't have a fair trial, I'll make sure that a fair trial is arranged for him this time, and if I feel honesty on the evidences presented against your son, he will remain with his sentence. But if I don't feel honesty, I assure you that he will walk out of this as a free man.

Natasha was worried because Steve wasn't offering anything but his words, and she was very impressed that the leader actually trusted Steve.

Steve managed to set up a new audience for the next day, and the audience would be televised, so the terrorist would be sure that there would be no cheating this time.

The terrorist decided to keep Steve and Natasha as hostages, though they weren't being treated as such.

Natasha and Steve returned to the car of the train, it was past two in the morning, most of the terrorists were exhausted, except for the leader who was still a pile of nerves.

Natasha sat on one of the seats and Steve sat on the other in front of Natasha's. He sat sideways to put his legs on the seat and rested his back on the train window.

N: You're tired.

S: I'm fine.

N: I can finish this now, Steve. They are tired, it would be easy.

S: What prevents you from doing it, then?

Natasha looked at the leader, pacing back and forth, then looked at Steve.

N: I think he's telling the truth. Even if his son is guilty, I think he deserves a second chance to be tried. We know society can be very prejudiced and racist.

S: I agree. See? You are good.

Natasha gave a small smile, because she was tired too. She looked at the other car and sighed, then she looked back at Steve.

N: Where are the kids?

S: At Cindy's house.

N: They must be crying now.

S: Why?

N: They must miss you, they are extremely attached to you.

S: Yes, they are. But when they're at Cindy's, they kind of forget me. Cindy's grandmother treats them like her own grandchildren, give them food, cookies, treats, tells stories all day long, and she still lets Sarah do her hair.

Natasha laughed imagining the scene.

N: Oh God.

Natasha sighed again and looked out the window. Steve was watching her.

S: What?

N: Is that weird that I think about them too much lately? Like too much?

S: You are their mother.

N: I know, but I don't remember them, so how can I miss seeing them? It's so... so weird.

S: Maybe it's the maternal instinct, maybe you still have it in you.

N: Maybe.

Natasha leaned her arms on the back of the seat where Steve was sitting on and rested her chin on her folded arms.

N: Can I ask you something?

S: Sure.

N: Don't let my children orphan of a father.

Steve laughed and rested his head on the window.

N: Seriously, you're a great dad, Steve. They love you.

S: Yeah, I try to be what they need. I just have some difficulties.

N: What do you mean?

S: Well, I mean that... Sarah is a girl, so she likes different things, like dolls, makeup and this kind of stuff and I play with her of what she wants, but I have no idea what I'm teaching her. I was terrified when you were in a coma, I didn't know if I would know how to raise a girl by myself. I thought only a mother could make her a real... like a lady... but she turned out to be a sweet little girl anyway.

Natasha smiled at the way Steve said "lady".

N: She certainly wouldn't learn how to be sweet with me. That's for sure

Steve smiled.

S: True... And James, he's totally hooked up on computers, tablets and video games and he loves that I play with him, but I don't get along with any of this, so he always gets very disappointed.

N: How not? It's not that hard.

S: Well, you know, I've been frozen for a long time...

N: Oh yeah. I forgot.

S: So, I'm not the type of technology, I like things as they used to be. Talk looking in the eye, not through some device. All that we have today is a lot for me.

Natasha watched Steve speaking and she was amused at his way of saying things. He looks so fresh and young, but it's and old soul.

N: You spoke like a grandpa now.

Steve looked embarrassed and looked away.

S: You used to call me Grandpa.

N: Really?

Natasha looked confused.

S: Yes, I hate it, definitely hate it.

N: Okay, Grandpa.

Steve frowned at her, but Natasha's smirk only made him want to smile again.

N: So tell me about what it was like to be frozen? Do you have any ice trauma?

S: I don't remember anything from while I was frozen. Just my life before that. And no, I'm not afraid of ice.

N: And when did you wake up, how it was?

S: Very shocking and very surreal. I thought I was having a nightmare. A very bad one. There were so many people in the hospital room when I wake up for real, I just came out punching everyone.

N: With the super serum, how did they manage to calm you down?

S: You did it.

N: Me?

S: Yes, you touched a taser on my skin and gave me a huge electric shock.

N: That sounds just like me.

Steve and Natasha laughed.

S: I didn't blank completely at once, but I was in a state of lethargy, lying on the floor. The last thing I saw, before I passed out was your face. You had just tried to kill me and you were smiling.

N: I was trying to stop you. If I had tried to kill you, you wouldn't be here right now.

S: I have no doubt of that. I dreamed about that scene all night.

N: About the shock?

S: No... About your ironic smile. It was like if you enjoying being mean to me. And that got stuck in my head.

N: So that's when you fell in love, huh? A little masochist you.

S: No. I didn't trust you at all. I wanted you far away from me as possible, but Fury simply made me stay with you on all missions and you spent all the day long annoying me.

N: Annoying you how?

S: Okay... I remember that on a night mission, I was giving some instructions inside the jet and you were chewing mint gum...

N: Mint?

S: Yes, I remember the taste. I would never forget.

N: Did you like it?

S: Yes. You started to make those bubbles of gum and pop them again and again. And every time you did that you looked directly into my eyes. You were always so cheeky, you knew how much that was annoying me.

N: I agree with that.

S: I couldn't call your attention simply for a chewing gum and even more in front of everyone, so I just finished the instructions and went as far away from you as possible. I began to fix things on my bag and you approached as if you didn't want anything. I didn't even look at you and I knew it was you. You passed behind me and popped the bubble again and very close to my ear. I turned to face you very furious and I made a huge speech about how annoying you were and that if you popped gum one more time you would regret it.

N: So... What I did then?

S: You popped.

Natasha laughed.

S: I was so angry... God! So angry that my intention was to throw you off the plane.

N: What did you do instead?

S: I kissed you... And I had to hold myself very much to not tear off your clothes right there.

N: Wow, Captain Rogers that sounds delicious.

S: And it was. For me, at least, but you spread to the whole crew that I was a bad kisser. And I felt really bad.

N: Why? Just because you were a bad kisser?

S: No, it wasn't because of that, it was because you were having an affair with Dr. Banner.

N: The Hulk???? What?

S: It was a long time ago.

N: That's impossible...

S: Believe me...

N: Well, at least you kiss very well now.

Steve looked at Natasha and she kept the same smirk on her lips, with an arched eyebrow. He could kiss her now, if not for the presence of the terrorists.

S: You need a good sleep. Sleep and I watch the first shift.

N: Okay, Grandpa.

S: Natasha...

Natasha smiled and settled into the seat for a nap. Steve couldn't stop looking at her, even sleeping, she's perfect for him.

**Natasha is allowiing herself to truly know Steve Rogers and she is enjoying it a lot ♥**