Minor Infinity War Spoilers ahead. Read at your own risk! I don't own the Avengers. This is just for fun, not money. I still have every intention of finishing my other Romangers fic, but I could not get this out of my mind after Sam's "this is awkward" comment and the way the camera panned between Natasha and Steve.

Wakanda, Two months after Civil War

Steve answered his phone on the second ring. If Tony was calling, something had to be very wrong and he had promised to be there. "Tony?" Steve said as soon as he put the phone to his ear.

"Rogers, you wouldn't happen to be in Tanzania beating down war lords and collecting alien tech, would you?"

"Not at the moment. I am laying low. Wanted man, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember and my guess is you are still in Wakanda. I know where Hawkeye and the Ant are, but I am guessing Falcon and the others are with you, expect maybe Romanoff. Am I close?"

"I can't tell you where we are, Tony, but you're right about Nat not being with me."

"I think she's in over her head, Rogers. Three cells involved in Chitari weapon smuggling have been taken out since you guys went on the run. Not that they didn't deserve what they got, but she shouldn't be working alone. I'm sending you the coordinates. Before you say anything, this isn't some kind of trap. I just need to do right by Romanoff and so do you."

"I'm on my way," Steve sighed and hung up the phone. Finally, he had a way to track Natasha. Tony was right. She didn't deserve any of this and he needed to find her before she got herself caught by the authorities or killed.

Mwanza, Tanzania

Natasha carefully finished stitching the wound on her arm in the bathroom of her hotel room. Thankfully, the bullet had only grazed her and she hadn't had to remove it with her left hand. That would have been tricky. Stitching herself up was enough of a chore. There was no way this wasn't leaving a scar.

The spy was definitely feeling woozy by the time she split the last of her good vodka between her arm and her shot glass. She would probably need to stay put for a few days and take care of her injuries. The last thing she needed was an infection. Visiting a hospital was absolutely out of the question.

Her instructors in the Red Room would be disappointed in her for missing her team, but she missed them all, even Tony. He didn't have to warn her that Ross was coming for her. Of course, if she hadn't hit T'Challa with her widow's bite, she wouldn't be on the run. What had she been thinking? She could have just done her job, brought Steve in, and tried to protect them all from the inside. But, no, one look at him in that hanger and she couldn't do it. She had fought Clint, her best friend in the world, just minutes before and been totally prepared to arrest him. Why couldn't she take down Steve?

Natasha must have managed to finish bandaging her arm before passing out in her bathroom floor, because she woke up to a banging on her door what must have been hours later. She pulled her robe around her, making sure her bandage was concealed, and answered the door.

"Ma'am," Yaro, the bell boy she had befriended, began, "you said to inform you if someone came looking for you. It's happened."

Natasha ushered him into the room and closed the door behind them. "Tell me everything you know, Yaro."

"Two men and a woman checked in late last night. They were looking for a woman travelling alone. The description fit you almost perfectly. I didn't tell them anything, but the woman seemed to know I was lying. She had a European accent, but the men were Americans. Are they the ones you feared would come after you?" Yaro asked, his crush on Natasha evident as he puffed out his chest. "I will protect you. You don't have to worry."

Natasha smiled softly. He was a sweet kid, and she had no doubt he believed she needed his protection. "No, Yaro, I don't think I'll be in any danger from these three. Don't tell them anything. I will handle it from here. Can you give me their room number?"

"They are in room 438. One of the men and the woman left the building a few minutes ago. I believe the other is in his room. Please be careful. I really think I should go with you."

"Thank you for your concern, Yaro. I think I should go alone, but there is one thing you could do for me to make it easier."

"Anything," the young man quickly agreed.

Steve was frustrated as he climbed out of the shower. He knew she had to be close. Wanda was convinced they were on the right track. He'd had to hold her back from getting inside the mind of the man who had carried their luggage. He was as desperate to find Nat as Wanda, but they couldn't risk exposing her abilities. The poor kid was just beginning to recover from the raft. Of course, Wanda hadn't been too happy with Steve after he had dismissed the man without giving her a chance to get the information.

Steve was almost relieved when Sam had drug Wanda with him to find some breakfast. He needed to think for a few minutes. There had to be a way to get the intel without compromising their position, and he needed to find it before Nat disappeared completely or Wanda did something foolish.

He was still drying off when he heard rustling around in the room. "Who's out there?" he asked, throwing his pants on his still wet body as he pulled open the bathroom door.

The sight in front of him made him smile. Sitting on one of the beds was Natasha. "You didn't have to rush out on my account, soldier. You could have dried your back."

"Nat," Steve sighed in relief, "you're not easy to track."

"Awe, but either you're getting better at this spy game or I'm slipping. How'd you find me, Cap?"

"I may have had a little help," Steve admitted, "Tony was concerned."

Natasha laughed. "Tony was concerned? I didn't exactly think you two were on speaking terms."

"Yeah, well, we made an exception when a certain spider started running dangerous ops without the proper back up." Steve paused, "what can I say? I didn't want you to be alone? I've missed you, Nat. We all have. Want to rid the world of Chitari tech together?"

Natasha smiled. "Trying to get the band back together, Rogers?"

"I shouldn't have let it get separated, Romanoff. Forgive me?"

"Oh, Steve, there's nothing to forgive. We each did what we thought we had to do."

"But helping me made you a fugitive."

"My choice. I chose to let you go. That one is on me. But, I wouldn't mind some help," Natasha smiled. "I've missed you, too."