Afire Love (Steve/Reader)

She walked up the familiar wooden steps that creaked slightly under her weight. She stood a moment, taking in the brisk air of the country side. She raised her hand and knocked just three times. It didn't take long for a small boy to open the screen door and wrap his hands around her waist. She moved some red hair out of her eyes and hugged him back.

"Hey Aunt Nat!" His gripped tightened and she felt herself ease into a smile. It wasn't long before his daughter had also run out and jumped into her arms.

"Hey kids, I missed you! Is your dad home?" He pulled back with a smile on his face and nodded. Natasha put the girl down and gave her a little tickle which sent her laughing.

"He's out back, trying to fix the tractor." She laughed, she doubted that was going well.

"Thanks sweetie, I'll be back in a little, and we can play then, okay?." They both nodded and ran back into the house. She made her way around and noticed the flowers blooming. Laura's handiwork no doubt. She smiled to her self before she caught a cussing Clint making his way back up. She stopped and waited for him to reach her before speaking. "Nice overalls" He was covered in oil and was indeed in a pair of overalls. He looked a little surprised, but continued to walk back to he house with her.

"Ah shut up," He smiled "Everything alright?" He put an arm around his friend and entered the air conditioned house. It was rare for her to show up to the farm.

"Did you hear about DC?" She sat down at his table while he opened his cupboard and retrieved two cups. He set them down a little too hard and looked in her direction.

"Yeah, Fury wouldn't let me help. I swear I was going to kill him..." He trailed off, remembering the news he had been given about his former boss. He cleared his throat. "Hill said something about you looking for Stern's shooter? A girl?" He watched as Natasha's gaze stuck on the wall and she nodded absently. "Nat what is going-" He was interrupted by two loud voices shouting. Clint's daughter ran into the room with tears streaming down her face. Barton quickly scooped her up and his son was soon in the room, huffing.

"Cheater!" He screamed at the girl curled in her fathers arms.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Clint looked like his head was going to explode.

"Wait, wait, wait. Tell me what's going on." His daughter hid her face in the crook of his neck and his son spoke up.

"We were playing The Floor is Lava and she touched the floor!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Ok! Ok!, why don't you two just restart the game?" He looked exhausted and Natasha couldn't help but smile. It seemed to him like this kerfuffle would never end. Laura must have been out running errands. The kids looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The girl hopped down from her fathers grasp and ran into the living room like nothing had even happened. Clint rolled his eyes and looked over to his friend. She had a small smile gracing her lips. She seemed lost in memories and he wasn't sure he had heard her right when she finally spoke.

"Me and my sister use to fight like that..." Her smile turned sad until it wasn't a smile any longer. Clint stared at her and he could feel his mouth slightly agape.

"Sister?" He knew a lot of things about Natasha. The KGB, the Red Room, the 'insurance' they gave her when she turned 18 so she wouldn't stray from her missions. He had heard it all, except for this 'sister'.

"Yeah, her name was (y/n). She was the only thing that kept me alive all those years. The only thing I fought for. When you found me, she was on a separate mission, in Germany. I asked Fury if we could recruit her too, but he informed me that she had died on that mission." Her eyes never left the wall and her fists were clenched. There were tears threatening to escape.

"Nat why...?" He sat down next to her and put a hand on hers, she relax a little.

"Stern's shooter."

"What about her?"

"I-I think it's (y/n). Clint, I think she's alive." Her eyes darted to him, he tried to hide the doubt in his tone.

"Why would your sister shoot Stern? And why do think Fury would lie to you?" He raised an eyebrow

"I don't think he lied, I think his information was wrong. I saw the video Clint, it really looked like her." Her eyes were wide and red. He knew her too long to not notice the slight glint in her eye which meant she knew more than she was putting on. He decided he wouldn't push it. He slowly nodded.

"Ok Nat, let's say it's your sister and she's alive. What do you want to do?" She gave him a blank look and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you think she's still in DC?" She nodded and pulled up her phone. She typed in a few things and a video started playing. It was kind of blurry, but he could make out Jasper Sitwell being escorted to a car, handcuffs on his hands. A shot rang out and he was down on the ground with red seeping from his chest.

"She's going after Hydra members, I don't think she's left DC yet." She looked at her phone and back to Clint. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Isn't Steve still in DC? Why don't you ask him?" He watched her stiffen up. "Nat, you know you can trust him."

"I'm scared Barton. What if they grab her and stuff her in a cell? or worse..."She looked down.

"Worse? Why worse?" She shook her head and he stood up. "Ok, tell me when you're ready. Listen do you trust me?" She just nodded a confused expression crossing her face. "Do you trust who I trust?" She nodded once more. "Well, I trust Steve. I would love to help Nat, I really would, but I can't leave them." He looked off to the living room where his kids were in a heated game. "If this shooter really is your sister, you're gonna need someone who feels the need to protect everyone he meets." He chuckled and she slowly stood up.

"Fine." He put his arm around her once more before finally pouring the water into the two cups on the counter.

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They had been searching in old files for hours. Sharon was nice enough, after Steve's apartment got trashed, to let him and Sam work in hers. Steve was on the couch and Sam was sitting at her table. Sharon was making coffee when there was a knock on the door. She looked over to the boys who seemed to be asleep. Sam had his head in his hand and Steve was leaning on a large green pillow, both with their eyes shut. They had been looking of any sign of Bucky in the last 2 weeks and they had come up with nothing. She silently made her way to the door and opened it.

"Agent 13." Sharon nodded and opened the door more so she could snake in.

"Agent Romanov." Nat looked at the two boys and sighed. She noticed the green pillow Steve had fallen asleep on, it had on purple pants. She shook her head and grabbed a large box of files that was placed next to Sam. She raised it above her head and let it drop to the ground. A loud thump echoed throughout the apartment and both men sat up quickly. Steve ran a hand through his disheveled hair and Sam blinked a couple of times.

"Romanov? What are you dong here?" Steve stood up and rolled his shoulders.

"I need your help." She crossed her arms and watched as Sam got up and stood by Steve. Sharon followed suit and soon all three were standing front of her.

"So you found the shooter?" Sam leaned on the back of the couch.

"Yes and no." She watched as they all shuffled uncomfortably. "I haven't found her per say, but I believe her name is (y/n)." Steve stood straighter.

"A first name isn't going to get us anywh-"

"(y/n) Romanov." Her eyes darted to the three waiting for understanding to envelope their features.

"Your...sister?" Sharon had placed her hand on her chin.

"You have a sister? Why didn't you tell any of us?" Steve took a step closer.

"Have you met me? I'm not exactly an open book Rogers. Plus, I thought she was dead." Natasha threw her arms out in annoyance.

"But you don't anymore. You think she's the one shooting the Hydra members. You know I thought you and that chick in the video look kind of similar." Sam rubbed his head.

"How can you be sure it's her?" Sharon picked up a tablet and was currently searching for a (y/n) Romanov throughout the Shield database.

"I'm not, but there are some clear give a ways." Nat watched s she looked, but failed to find anything.

"Like?" Sam sounded skeptical and she didn't really blame him.

"Like, the shooter hacked into the Helicarriers and gave us more time, it's a complex system even Tony would have trouble with. My sister was the best hacker in the KGB. And you guys saw the video, right? Here's a picture of her, go a head and compare." She pulled out a faded picture. It looked like it had been taken care of well. Steve took it and studied the girl in the picture. She looked to be in her teen years, but she had the same (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair as the girl in the video.

"Could these just be coincidences?" Sharon looked tired and just wanted to sleep.

"I've thought about that, but..." Nat trailed off and was looking at Steve stomach. He raised an eyebrow. "Rogers you said some one had cauterized your wound before you had gotten to the hospital."

"Yes ma'am I did." He had never seen her this worked up before.

"(y/n), she has this power. She can control fire, it's one of the main reasons the KGB picked us up. I've seen her save lives by putting her hand to the bullet hole and cauterizing it. You three need to listen to me, if this really is my sister there is nothing I won't do to get her back. I need to find her, and I need your help with that. I understand if you say no, but I can't let her be caught by what's left of Hydra and killed." Her eyes were pleading.

"Well in that case we better find her." Steve smiled and her face relaxed into one as well. Sam shook his head.

"You guys are some messed up people, you know that? I'm in." He chuckled and Sharon just nodded her head.

"I'll help too." She offered a smile and Natasha finally looked satisfied. "Ok so, how do we find her?"

-------Flashback

"You know what tomorrow is?" Natasha nudged her sister.

"Uhm...July 4th?" (y/n) raised her brow and continued to read the history book that was her homework.

"Aaaand do you know what that means?" Nat nudged her again which earned her a groan and a book being thrown at her. "Hey wasn't that your homework"

"It means nothing Tasha, know why? Because we live in Russia, not America." (y/n) stuck out her tongue, she may have been 17 but she never acted like she was older than 9.

"Oh have an imagination! Once day, when we get out of here, we are going to DC to see the fireworks. I hear they really go all out in DC." Nat went to retrieve the book.

"And who did you hear that from?" It was true, (y/n) had always dreamed of seeing fireworks. They barely got to go out here, unless it was shooting practice.

"Mother Alkaev. She says they were beautiful, especially during WWII when Captain America brought down Red Skull. She said the whole US celebrated, but DC was lit up enough to see form space." Nat threw the book on the bed and laid down looking at the peeling ceiling.

"Mother Alkaev is over 80 years old, she can barley remember to eat how does she remember Captain America and fireworks?" Of course they had heard about Captain America the KGB tried to teach them everything of American culture and history though most of it was filtered and twisted. (y/n) remembered seeing the Captain's picture in one of her books, to be honest she thought he was kind of cute. Her sister knew this and teased her repeatedly. 'He's too old' 'Who has a crush on a dead guy?' 'Patriots don't go well with spies'. She looked over to Natasha who just shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't know, must be something you just can't forget. Which is why I want to see them and I'm taking you with me!" Nat smiled. They both knew the chances of them getting out of here alive was slim. This was their life and it will always be this.

"Fine, but we better see the ones in DC" (y/n) opened the history book once more and continued reading.

"I promise" Natasha patted her sisters head and began to fall asleep.

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"Tomorrow is the 4th of July, right?" Natasha looked at the three, Sam being the only one to nod his head.

'Yeah, they are having a huge celebration at the Washington Monument." Sam looked at Steve who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Will there be fireworks?" Natasha fiddled with her jacket.

"With there be fireworks? Woman where have you been? It's the 4th of July...in DC...YES there will be fireworks." He just threw his hands up.

"That's where we will find her." She zipped up her jacket. "Meet me at the Monument at 5, got it?" They all nodded and watched as she made her way out of her room.

"Her sister can control fire...is no one else worried?" Sharon looked at Steve who furrowed his brow.

"She saved my life."

"She's assassinated two men."

"Stern's not dead yet, and I'm sure she had a reason." Steve and Sharon looked at each other in annoyance.

"I'm still stuck on the fact that there's another Romanov." Sam spoke up, hoping to relieve some tension in the room. Steve calmed down a little and backed off. "You think she's as hot as her sister?" Sharon gave him a disgusted look and returned to the kitchen. "What? I was just joking!" He called after her, but she ignored him. Steve looked over to him and chuckled. He looked over to the files that were thrown about. There was nothing in there that helped him. Sam noticed and put a hand on his shoulder.

'We'll find the girl, and after we'll find your friend. Hell, maybe we can get the Romanov's to help" He gave a light smile

"Thanks Sam."

"No problem, what are friends for? You don't think Bucky will see me as a threat do you? You know as your best friend." Sam sat down with an air of confidence.

"You think your my best friend?" Steve chuckled.

"Damn right. Who else would go through all the crazy shit to help you? No one that's who. Now the way I see it me and Barnes are both pretty handsome. I mean I know he's stronger and everything, but I can fly." Wilson just put his feet on the table.

"Didn't your suit get ruined?"

"Why yes it did. I got clipped by your 'best friend' actually, thanks for reminding me. Now as I was saying. Girls might dig the metal arm, but---" Steve stopped listening as Sam went on to do a verbal Venn diagram of him and Bucky. He stared at the picture Nat had given him of her sister. She had never taken it back. This girl looked happy in the picture. She was on Nat's back and she looked like she was in the middle of laughing. If you hadn't known better it would look like two normal sisters in their room and their parents were the one taking the picture. He put a hand on his stomach were the bullet wound had been. She had saved his life and in return he would try and save hers.