This series will revolve around Natasha helping each member of the team in their times of need, and finally them helping Natasha through her time of need.I will be doing one Avenger per chapter, so if you want to remain in the loop for when the next chapter is uploaded please select to follow the story.Enjoy!

Steve

The blonde man sank to the chair, his head in his hands. They had just arrived at Sam's for the night and he couldn't stop thinking of his childhood friend. Of Bucky.

"Are you alright?" Natasha asked her captain quietly as she sat next to him, willing for him to speak and not to shut her out. She didn't know much of the situation, but from what she did understand she certainly didn't envy his position in the slightest.

"Fine," He muttered tersley, his voice betraying the pain he was feeling.

"Steve, I know when you're lying to me," She told him calmly. However, he wasn't having any of it.

"I said I'm fine, Nat," He spoke abruptly before retiring to the guest twin room.

"He's not okay, is he?" Natasha whirled around to see Sam leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest.

"No,"

"What's wrong anyway?"He spoke curiously, not having been filled in on what had just taken place.

"You lost your friend, didn't you?" She went by what Steve had told her. A brief nod confirmed her knowledge.

"Imagine he was actually alive and had been all these years but he was on the wrong side. He then proceeds to kill your boss and tries to kill you. That's what he's feeling right now,"

"Wow," Sam murmured, not shocked he wasn't speaking to anyone.

Later that night, Natasha was roused from her sleep to the sound of violent tossing and turning. She blinked awake, glancing at the clock as she did so, 3:45.

She turned over to see Steve letting out pained noises, closely resembling a dying animal.

"No! Bucky! No!" He suddenly began to shout in his sleep. The red haired assassin instantly jumped out of bed and went to wake Steve from the nightmare he was trapped in.

"Steve? Steve wake up," She muttered as she pushed and shook the super soldier. After a few more seconds, his eyes flickered open as he began to breathe heavily at the trauma he had experienced in his own mind.

"It's okay. I'm here, Steve," She told him gently, sitting at the end of his bed.

"Natasha? I'm sorry for waking you,"

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Rodgers. We all have nightmares now and again, ours are just a little more real and we do need support, Steve. Do you want to talk about it?"

"We were on the train. It was meant to be a routine operation, but it went wrong,"

"What happened?"

"He fell out, Bucky did. I could have saved him. If only I'd tried a bit harder I could have got him back home. Then this whole mess wouldn't have happened, hell you wouldn't even have that scar on your stomach,"

"There's nothing you could have done. You're a damned good person, Steve. I know if there was even a chance of him not falling, he would be here with us," Natasha told him, "You need to stop believing you could have done more. Trust me it will eat you up inside until there's nothing left but self doubt and self loathing. You weren't the reason this happened. If it hadn't been Bucky, it would still have been someone else,"

"I suppose so, but he's still gone. He's on HYDRA,"

"Focus on the positives, Steve. He's not dead! We can undo the brainwashing, it'll just take time,"

"How do we know that, though? What if we can't bring him back?"

"Because Clint brought me back, and I was never the kind of good person Bucky was. If I could be saved after being in the KGB since a young child, I'm sure as hell we'll get Bucky back,"

"Thanks, Nat," Steve spoke, feeling a lot better.

"Don't mention it, Rodgers. Now get some sleep. You'll need it if we're gonna bring Bucky back home,"

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