Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this Fan-Fiction just the idea. The characters belong to Marvel.

This is set after the Winter Soldier and is about Nat and Steve being each others partners. I had this posted a little while back but wanted to fix a few things that, 'MissAdoration' pointed out to me (check out her stories as well). Enjoy:)

Small side note, this is a reedited version.

Patch Job

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.- Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

The sun was at an end, tired after a long hot day. It slowly touched the horizon and threw colors across the sky, hitting off the clouds with a graceful sigh.

"Back off!" Natasha growled at the men around her. She was covered in dirt and sweat and blood. Her blood, having been whipped to near shreds from her shoulder down to right below her ribcage. It had been a ruff forty-eight hours for Natasha and her partner Steve Rogers. They had been sent on a clean up mission under Fury's request, looking for a small group of Hydra left overs. Well, it didn't go quit as planed. They had been caught in a bad spot and interrogated.

The Hydra men wanted information about SHIELD agents and neither Natasha nor Steve would talk. So, they started trying to make them talk. Separating them so they couldn't see but hear each others pain and torture.

The leader of this rag tag group of Hydra, was a big man with a temper to be reckoned with, he had eye's like fire and his muscled tore through his shirt. He was ruthless. He had Natasha whipped more times then she could count and Steve beaten to the pulp his worst wound was a knife to the abdomen that was bleeding out. He had gotten that particular wound when he heard Natasha cry out in pain after more then several lashes from the leather whip. Steve would have none of it. NO one hurts his partner so long as he was there to protect her. He had taken out the men holding him and the man whipping Natasha. They made a run for it but there wounds slowed them down and they were now cornered up against the side of an old building.

It was hot and muggy in the ever growing night.

Steve jumped in front of Natasha, blocking a man with a crow bar. With a deadly blow to the head he was rendered unconscious. Lucky for him the super serum running though his system get him alive.

Natasha stood over Steve. She was highly protective, in pain and in no mood for any of this. One of the men took a step closer and she quickly took him out. Ignoring any complaints her injuries gave her.

The Black Widow was wounded, angry, and very dangerous!

"Come on boy's, can't you let a girl have break?" She said, a deadly smile touched her lips.

She hated being cornered and jumped at any who entered her safe zone.

They came at her fast. She was faster! Blocking a punch, she, at the same time grabbed the man's arm and wrist twisting it around unnaturally into an arm-bar, kicked his feet out from under him and nocked him out against the hard building wall.

Throwing a round house kick at the next man she followed with a side kick to the knee! Braking it.

Her wounds stung and ached with any movement.

The few that were left were looking at her. Trying to decide if it was even worth it going in for an attack. They may be bigger and stronger then her but, she was faster and a lot more agile, coming in at them with spin heel kicks followed by fast jumping round house kicks! They didn't expect or at least didn't look like they had expected. Her skills were greater then there's and had it not been for her injuries she would have thought all this fun and exciting.

The muscle bulging leader, caught that she was favoring her left side, however slight it was. He launched himself at her! She was quick but, growing weaker. He grabbed hold of her shoulder jamming his hand into the wound and punched her side letting it linger longer then needed. She unwillingly cried out from the searing pain.

"Thats enough dancing for one night." He said, growling between clinched teeth.

"On your knee's!" he demanded.

She would drop to her knees for no man on earth.

He grabbed hard onto her shoulder and side, his touch causing daggers of pain for Natasha.

"I said, on your knee." His lips were by her ear. She couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine.

He over powered her and she dropped to the ground, whimpering in pain through clinched teeth furious with herself for being careless, she fought back tears that crowded her eye's.

A breeze whipped down the street with a gentle warmness that blew hair across Natasha's face. Her eye's found Steve whom, was laying a couple inches from her. He was unmoving but breathing.

Blood lose and fatigue started to take her. She cast her eye's to the ground not wanting to admit defeat but not strong enough to fight on. 'Come on Steve,' she willed him to move to somehow get them out of this.

Two men grabbed Steve by the arms and dragged him to his knees. His eyes open for a second meeting Natasha's before closing again.

"Listen well kids." The leader said, "Hydra's in-charge now, except it." she hated his voice, the way he thought he had won. He ran his fingers along her jaw. She flinched away from him.

"Thats right, your mine!"

Having been somewhat conscious Steve heard almost everything. But, that last part, he caught. Jumping up he grabbed the men holding him and quickly put them on the ground with deadly force.

"Step away from her" He demanded. The sun dipped under the horizon leaving the sky a deep red-orange as the last bit of light.

Finding the last bit of strength she had Natasha swiped the legs out from under the ruthless man. Catching him off guard.

Seeing an opening Steve grabbed the Hydra dog and with his bloodied hands flipped him over and dropped down on top of him jamming the man's chest with his knee, he looked hard and cold into the heartless fire colored eye's.

"You will not touch her." Steve didn't hide the anger or threat in his words they came out heavy and strong. Before knocking him out Steve, caught the look of fear in the man's eyes.

The last guy was quick as a whip and came out of nowhere. He was on Steve in an instant! Rolling out of the way Steve put himself between Natasha and the Hydra agent, daring him to come closer, to cross paths with the Legend.

"Let's end this." Steve said. "I will not hurt you if you leave now." The man was young and anxious he's eye's searched around at his fallen team like a lost dog.

"Come back for them later." Steve said. "Leave." He demanded! The young man was hesitant unsure if leaving was a good idea. Looking at Steve and his protective stance however, the young man, not wanting to end up like his fellow team mates backed away before turning a corner and disappearing with his tail firmly between his legs. Cowered.

Wind picked up a small dust storm and blow it across the alley the two wounded partners were in. The light was all but gone, except for a small street lamp flickering near by.

Steve's wounds stung and he felt the warm wet of blood. Out of breath, the soldier and the spy were silent for a minute, listening for any signs of there being any one else out there. All was still in the dark street.

Steve clutched his side and walked with a limp over to Natasha who was leaning heavily up against the side of the building. She was short of breath and her eye's were closed against the pain. They were both bloody, hurt, and done with the day. He leaned next to her still catching his own breath.

"You okay?" she asked him opening her eye's to look at his bleeding side.

"I'll be okay." He gave her a reassuring smile, "What about you?" He asked, looking at her bloodied shoulder... It didn't look good.

"I'll be fine." She said, her voice was strained from the pain. Steve could hear the actual truth behind her words though. Being overpowered by a stronger opponent who was jamming his fist into her shoulder wasn't one of her favorite things in the world. It made her feel weak not being in control. Steve only thought it made her human.

Still, anger grew inside him. No one should be allowed to touch the Black Widow.

They both took another second to catch there breath before Steve picked up his shield and they started heading for some where safe.

So, what'd ya think?