Chapter 1
Natasha looked at Steve in the black version of her Captain America uniform. "Is there a problem?" Her teammate considered the question, then shook no. Right. Steve also didn't look at the running black coating on her shield.
The mission was data recovery from a seized SHIELD ship; there were hostages. She'd brought Steve in for that reason, among others. She'd known about the uniform, the specs were within margin for Steve's usual.
"You'll like the boots."
Steve looked down. She didn't looked convinced. Coulson had spoken at length, even before the plane was found, about the details he'd pieced together about Captain America's uniform. It had been subtly wrong except for the boots. These had a higher heel than Steve's current uniform.
"No need for a parachute." Natasha had the schematics double-checked. That caught her teammate.
Then it was time for the drops. Steve secured the personnel, she got all the data transferred to the flashdrive. Bartok was too predictable. Of course he wanted to fight Captain America, man to woman.
That was the last part of her mission that went to plan.
It wasn't unexpected, the more complicated a situation, the more that had to be addressed as it came up. Washington D.C. was declared a federal disaster and comics proclaimed it the most radical jobs initiative they'd ever been given.
She looked at Steve, entubulated, stitched up and thankfully unconscious. Wilson was asleep by her side. Natasha slipped from the room, wondering if baby sloth videos would be as effective for Vova as for Hulk.