I had this idea about Natasha and James/Bucky being way more involved than they were in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. This is kind of a one-shot between them during that fight on the bridge/road sequence. Will write more and add on upon request.

Also, I'm sorry I'm shit with titles.

She stepped in between the Steve and James. When Steve made a move to stand up again, she held out her hand for him to stop, reluctantly he did.

"Find Sam. Make sure he's okay. I can handle this?" She told him, her voice calm and measured as always.

"Are you sure little lady?" James asked amusedly as Steve retreated.

"Damn sure. I remember you, James. Everything about you. I know you. And you do not get to forget me." She started to close the distance between them. "My name is Natalia Alianova Romanova. When I was three The Red Room kidnapped me and murdered my family to make me their assassin. They succeeded." She stood only inches away from him now. "Because you trained me. Remember?" James moved to step back, confusion and hatred in his eyes. But, Natasha grabbed him arm and slammed her fist into his face.

"Remember what you did to me." She went to hit him again, but he caught her fist and twisted it behind her back, spinning her around in the process.

"Remember every cut." She smashed her head against his nose and wretched free.

"Remember every bruise. Every bullet hole. Every scar." She kicked his knee inward and grabbed his sidearm and held it to his head.

"You would've put a bullet through your head if it weren't for me. Remember that." She shot him through his right shoulder.

James attempts at fighter her of were feeble at best. His brain felt like it was being cleaved in two and a flood of memories washed through him. He remembered that night.

They'd taken him out of cryo again and he'd just finished a mission with Natasha. He knew they would put him back on ice soon. Too soon. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to wake up months or years from now and have to look at a completely different Natasha anymore. His sidearm felt heavier than normal in his hand as he sat on the edge of his bed. He turned the gun in his hands a few times, cocked it, took a deep breath. That was when Natasha sat down beside him. He hadn't even heard her come in, but she was always quiet so he wasn't surprised. Her smooth, pale hands covered his rougher, older hands.

"Don't." She told him softly, gently. He looked up at her, he could read her like a book even if no one else, and he saw the fear in her eyes, though she tried to hide it. Her fear of losing him.

"Why?" Natasha had never heard him sound so desperate, so defeated, ever. "In 24 hours I'll be in the cryo again, just as good as dead."

"Not to me." Her voice was softer than a whisper. James tried to turn away from her but she leaned in an kissed him, his words lost on her he was ice, then she was fire and he never felt more alive than when they were together. When they were together they were the only two people in the world. The Red Room, the cryo, her nightmare and his all melted away until he could see only her. And when he felt her strong arms around him, gripping him so tight he'd bleed as his name tumbled breathlessly off her lips as she came, he felt almost at peace.

James was snapped roughly back into the present when he felt his flesh arm twist and snap. He didn't remember falling, but he was on his knees when he swallowed the pain as his metal arm grabbed a fistful of bright red hair and yanked Natasha over his shoulder. His hand wound around her throat and pinned her to the ground below him.

"I remember." He whispered. Then, Natasha's world went black.