Title: Past, Present and Future
Author: Shaneequa
Rating: T for the language
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or any of its characters.
Summary: The Winter Soldier is back and forces Natasha make a choice between her past, her present and her future.
Author's Notes: So I promised myself that I would start to write this after my midterms. This story is basically finished since I wrote it last summer in response to Black Widow rumored on Capt America 2... and now that it's announced that she is, well I thought I'd give Clintasha shippers something with Bucky and Natasha.

I would love feedback on this since I know NOTHING about the Winter Solider!

Don't worry guys, I'm a Clintasha shipper, so please just stick with me through the WinterWidow stuff.

Chapter 1

"Hill, get me Romanoff," Fury order, his eye never leaving the man on the other side of the glass partition.

Winter Soldier, they called him. He was actually Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' best friend who the Soviets had turned into a killing machine. Why he turned up at SHEILD asking to defect was a question Nick Fury couldn't figure out the answer to. He was Russia's best, and although on the surface, Russia and the United States were no longer at war as they had in the Cold War, the Winter Soldier served Russia's former allies such as China and North Korea.

The door opened to the observation room.

"Sir you called for me," Natasha announced walking into the room. Fury turned his head motioning for her to stand next to him then turned his focus back to the perfectly composed half-man half-whatever-the-hell-this-man-was.

Natasha stood next to Fury, her breath hitching the only sign that she recognized the man behind the mirror.

The man who seemed to sense her presence and looked up at her direction, looking her straight in the eye.

"What would you like me to do, sir?" Natasha asked knowing why she was called in. She was, after all, the expert in Russian operatives and if there was a Russia operative she was an expert on, it would have to be her former lover-mentor-foe, the Winter Solider.

"He's offering information on the current Red Room and underground KGB ops," Fury stated. "I need you to find out why he's suddenly wanted to defect."

Natasha walked to the door, nodding, the mission and a plan to interrogate the man in the other room already spinning in her mind.

"Romanoff."

"Sir?"

"I don't trust him."

"Yes sir," Natasha said before closing the door behind her and walking into the other room as if she belonged there.

She took the chair at the corner of the room and placed it on the other side of the steel metal desk that the Winter Soldier was sitting at. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes at SHEILDs interrogation room, for how stereotypical it was for such a covert agency.

"We both know that if you hadn't wanted to be here, you could've broken out of this door, killed the men guarding it and jumped off to your freedom," Natasha opened looking Bucky in the eye, her eyes flickering to his robotic arm. She switched her dialect to Russian, her native tongue rolling easily out of her mouth. "So tell me, why are you here?"

"It's true then," he replied with a smirk. "The Room's greatest creation, defecting to work for the one country she was raised to despise."

"I don't work for anybody," Natasha spat.

"Funnily enough, you have a SHIELD uniform on, is this cover for you Natalia?"

"If it was, wouldn't you know? You were higher up in the ranks than me, no matter what I did. They always favored you more. The man who they saved from the ice, revived to do exactly the opposite of what you had meant to when you joined the battle. Now you're back."

"Saw Steve on the news," he replied shutting his eyes for a second. "I- you remember how it felt. When you got memories of your past. When all of the sudden you start to remember who you were before they took you."

"No, I don't," Natasha replied angrily. "You took me from my family when I was five. You killed them before I could know who they were, what they were like -"

"No, Natalia. You remembered them. When you first came, you had these... The most vivid imagination about your father coming to your rescue. Your mother's cooking and her ballet... You remember don't you?"

"What are you playing at, Barnes? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I just want a new start. My ledger, it drips more red than yours could ever reach," he admitted. "I want my best friend back."

"And how do we know you're not doing this for them," Natasha asked him looking into the eyes that never in her experience had been able to lie to her. She hoped that she could still rely on that.

He chuckled. "You think that they even remotely care about this place when you've made enemies of beings bigger than yourself? No. They don't care anymore; think this organization is as good as dead after Battle of Manhattan. I'm here for a new start."

Natasha looked at him. Orders being spat out at her as she analyzed the man in front of her. With a slight nod in agreement she sighed, looking her former lover-mentor-partner in the eye once again.

"Your training starts in 18 hours," Natasha said walking towards the door. "Rest up now."

The Winter Solider nodded his head, a small smile on his face.

"I've missed you, Natalia."

Natasha shut the door with a click.

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