Don't own any of the characters, but I enjoy them. This is going to be my own personal take on Civil Wars. Also, as a lifelong Captain America fan, there is only one Cap - Steve Rogers. Marvel should bring Cap back in the comics.

Chapter 1

Steve Rogers had been called to the White House for a meeting with the president. He had been expecting this considering the call had come for a so-called Superhero Registry. Backed by a guilt ridden Tony Stark, Congress and the President had called for a governing body to determine when the Avengers could go into action. It also called for all masked vigilantes to register with the government and expose their identities to the governing body. All heroes, those who were now being called vigilantes, would become pawns for the government. Steve, though, had developed a luck of trust in government, especially after what happened with SHIELD and Hydra hidden within the organization.

After Sokovia and now the incident in Los Angeles where the new Avengers, which he led, they had managed to destroy several buildings and led to the death and injury of hundreds of people. Steve vividly remembered the aftermath of the Hydra attack they stopped in downtown LA. After the defeat of Hydra he moved rubble and concrete finding broken and dead bodies. He gave first aid and care where he could and respect to the dead bodies when he lifted them and placed him in the arms of first responders. It was not one of the Avengers finer moments and he was their leader.

He decided it was not to wear his Captain America suit, but instead decided to don a US Army Service Uniform. He was still considered US Army, though he was considered on extended leave by the Department of Defense. Donning the light blue pants with yellow strip, white dress shirt, black tie, the spotless and shiny black shoes, and dark jacket with his medals. He picked up his lid, his hat, and placed it on top of his head. Steve Rogers or Captain America he was a soldier.

A car was due to pick him up outside of his DC apartment soon. He checked himself out in the mirror. It wasn't a matter of vanity, but to make sure his uniform looked proper. As he stood there in his bedroom staring at himself in the full length mirror, his mind drifted to the night after the Los Angeles incident. The team was back at the Avengers mansion and training facility in upstate New York. There was a knock on his door.

Steve opened is door to see a red eyed and vulnerable Natasha standing there. She was dressed in yoga pants and a tight fitting tank top. He had been preparing to try and get some sleep, so he was dressed in his pajama pants and a terry cloth robe.

"Nat, what's wrong?" he asked.

Over the years working with her he had come to think of Natasha Romanoff as two people. There was the Black Widow, the cold spy and assassin that finished the mission, and Natasha, the woman underneath who carried the burden of guilt with her over her past. He had fallen in love with both of them.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore, Steve," she admitted.

"Los Angeles, the collateral damage?" he said.

"Steve, innocent citizens, even some children died," she said softly.

Tears started to fill her eyes. His instincts kicked in and he took her into his arms. She was only five feet three inches, such a small package but she was also so strong. His kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him with her greyish green eyes. He gently moved her red hair away from her face. She stared up into his clear blue eyes.

"Help me forget," she said.

He had been dating Sharon Carter, SHIELD agent 13. Sharon was related to his lost love Peggy Carter. It seemed like a fit. Natasha had never wanted a relationship with and Sharon did. He was truly fond of Sharon, but he burned for Natasha like he had burned for Peggy.

"How?" he asked her.

"Make love to me, Steve. Make me forget about the world. Let me just feel," she requested.

He bent his head and captured her lips. She immediately deepened the kiss as her hands came up behind his neck. Without looking he reached for his bedroom door and shut it then he picked her up in his arms like a bride and carried her to his bed.

Steve shook off the memory. Since that night Natasha had avoided him. He told Sharon that they could no longer date because his life was becoming to complicated. She actually told him that she understood. The Superhero Registration Act was picking up steam and she knew he was against it. Captain America no longer trusted governments, even the one he swore fidelity to, to do the right thing. He couldn't tell Sharon the real reason because he didn't want to hurt her.

On the chest of drawers sat his letter of resignation from the army and the Avengers in an envelope. He walked over and picked it up and put it in his inside breast pocket. It was time to go to the White House.

Avengers

Tony Stark sat on the couch in the Oval Office along with Colonel James Rhodes, the president's National Security Adviser Edward Moreland, SHIELD Director Nicholas Fury, while Chief of Staff Eleanor North, and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Douglas Vance sat on the other couch. The President sat in his favorite armchair. Stark was dressed in a Tom Ford three piece suit with red tinted eyeglasses on. He listened as North explained that the vote for Superhero Registration Act would take place in the house and senate in the morning. It was going to pass easily.

"So, there should be no arguing with this, right?" said Tony.

"The only thing that could muck this up is Captain Rogers," said Moreland.

"His approval rating is higher than anyone's in this room. Even though most Americans have some fear of masked vigilantes, his favorable rating is in the 80s. People saw the images of him digging people out of rubble and crying as he did it," explained North.

"Cap is a follower," said Stark then he looked at the president. "You could order him to do as you say. He's a soldier."

"He's a leader of men, too," Fury spoke up. "Cap won't follow unless he thinks it is the right thing to do. Hell, he brought down SHIELD because of Hydra hidden inside of it. As we rebuilt SHIELD, he kept reminding me to be vigilant."

"Captain Rogers is still technically an army officer," Pointed out General Vance.

The door opened and a secret service agent entered.

"Captain Rogers is here," he said.

"Show him in," said President Ellis.

Steve was shown into the Oval Office. Tony was shocked to see him in a modern US Army uniform. He looked over at General Vance, whose dark blue coat had more medals than Tony ever remember seeing on one man. Captain Rogers' coat had even more medals, including a Medal of Honor. Steve stood there at attention.

"At ease, Captain Rogers," said President Ellis.

Steve took off his hat and placed it under his left arm then fell into an at ease stance. He looked like the perfect soldier, which was what he was.

"Hey, Cap," said Stark.

"Mr. Stark," said Steve.

Stark winced at the Mr. Stark. He thought of him and Steve as friends. Mr. Stark didn't sound like best buddy material.

"Captain," Fury greeted him.

"Director Fury," Steve greeted him.

"Captain Rogers, you know why you are here?" asked the President.

"The Superhero Registration Act," stated Steve.

"You don't agree with it," said the President.

"No, sir, I do not. I don't believe that men and women should be forced to give up their secret identities and those willing to do so should not be forced to work for the government," said Steve.

"What? They should be allowed to cause damage and bring chaos when they see fit," barked General Vance.

"They should be allowed to follow their conscience," said Steve.

"You're a soldier, Rogers. Should you be allowed to do what you want?" asked General Vance.

"As a soldier I should question orders that I think are wrong or illegal, but on the whole a soldier should follow orders," said Steve. "May I ask a question?"

"Of course," said President Ellis.

"Is there going to be a vote on the Registration Act?" he asked.

"Yes. Tomorrow, the vote will take place. It will pass easily," said the chief of staff.

Steve looked disappointed. He reached into his breast pocket and took out his letter of resignation. Steve placed it on the table in front of the president.

"What is in the envelope, Captain?" asked the President.

"It is my resignation from the army and from the Avengers. I cannot in good conscience go along with the registration," he answered.

Fury shook his head, while Stark looked shocked. Tony recovered quickly.

"I guess you are above the law, Steve," snapped Stark.

Steve looked at Stark and smiled sadly then said, "Not all laws are just, Mr. Stark."

"You will still be expected to register," said General Vance.

"I will not register," replied Steve.

"Then you'll be considered an outlaw. You make one move we don't agree with and you'll be arrested," said Vance.

"You can try and arrest me then," said Steve. He looked at the President, put his hat back and snapped to attention and saluted him. The president returned the salute. Steve turned on his heel and exited the Oval Office.

"We have a problem," announced Fury.

"He can be handled," said General Vance.

"You just don't handle Captain America," said Moreland.

"No, you replace hi," said Vance.

"With who?" asked the President.

"We'll find a new Captain America," said Stark.

Avengers

Steve arrived back at his DC apartment and stripped off his army service uniform. He packed the uniform away in a garment bag, zipped it up, and put it in his closet. Next, he changed in a pair of jeans, work boots, a white tee shirt, his leather bomber jacket then started to pack his saddlebags for his motorcycle. Once he packed some clothes, he grabbed a shoebox that was in the closet and opened it. It was filled with stacks of twenties. Both Clint and Natasha had taught him that if he was going to be in the spy business he had to keep a cache of cash in case he had to get off the grid. He put the money in the saddlebags with his clothes.

As he was zipping his shield into the canvas carryall he had made for it, there was a knock at his front door. He stopped what he was doing and went and opened it. Standing in the hallway dressed in black jeans, knee length black boots, a white silk blouse, and black leather jacket was Natasha.

"Are you an idiot, Rogers?" she asked then pushed him aside and entered his apartment.

She stood in the middle of his living room and stared at him. Steve shut the door.

"Hello, Nat," he said.

"You resigned today form both the army and Avengers. Do you know what that means?" she asked him.

"No, what does it mean?" he said not really wanting to hear he answer.

"It means that you are outside the system which makes you dangerous," she told him. "Steve, this is serious. The Registration Act is going through and you are on the wrong end of it. You are going to turn Captain America into a fugitive."

"You agree with the Registration Act, Nat?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter if I agree or disagree. It is going to happen," she said.

"So, you stand with Stark on this?" he asked her.

"Steve, Stark is suffering from guilt form Ultron. He believes in the Registration Act. He's put his reputation and money behind it," said Natasha.

"Do you stand with him?" Steve demanded.

"Yes, I do," she answered.

Steve closed his eyes. Suddenly, his body felt heavy and tired. Everything he believed in and everyone he believed in was failing him. He stared at Natasha.

"Why are you here, Natasha?" he asked her.

"Because I care for you, Steve. I don't want to see you throw away everything on this. You have always worked with the government. This will be nothing different for you. You were in the army; you worked for SHIELD, and you were part of the Avengers Initiative was started by SHIELD. Steve, all it means is that you have to deal with a governing body that has authority over the Avengers," she pleaded with him.

"I chose to join the army. I chose to join SHIELD. I wasn't forced to do it. When I government starts forcing you to do things, freedom suffers. When a government forces you to expose your identity which you want to keep secret, freedom is dead. I can't support a law I believe is unconstitutional, Natasha. I will stand in opposition to it," Steve told her.

"If you act against the law once it is in place, you'll be a criminal and do you know who they will send to arrest you? The Avengers. Me," she said. "I don't want to go up against you."

"Nat, I don't want to go up against you either, but I have to do what is right," Steve said.

"Steve...," she paused. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm leaving for now. I don't know where I'm going," he said.

She smiled then said, "You can't lie to me, Rogers. Where are you going?"

"I can't tell you, Nat," he replied.

"Don't you trust me?" she asked him.

He took a deep breath then said, "No, I don't trust. You stand with Stark."

Her body moved as if she had been punch in the gut. Steve no longer trusted her.

"So, everything we've been through and you don't trust me," she said.

"Natasha, I... I love you. I've loved you since we took down SHIELD and Hydra together. I couldn't refuse you that night you came to me for comfort because I love you so much, but I can't afford to trust you anymore. You've chosen to stand on the opposite side as me," Steve told her.

Tears started to burn at the corners of her eyes. Steve loved her. She knew that, but she had been avoiding thinking about it since the night they spent together. He wanted to walk over to her and take her in his arms and console her, but this was too important.

"They'll try and track you," she told him.

"I'll not taking the Ducati that Stark gave me. I'm taking my 1981 Harley Wide Glide. No GPS and no tracking devices on it. It just going to be me, my saddlebags, my shield, and the open road. Let them try and track me. I have picked up a few things from the best spy in the business," he explained.

"I'll tell them you're gone. I'll give you an hour head start," she said then sat down on his sofa. "They'll probably send me to find you."

"Say no, Nat," Steve said.

"If they ask then I can't refuse," she told him.

"Then freedom doesn't exist," he stated.

Avengers

Natasha arrived back at the four star hotel where Stark was staying. She went up to the penthouse suite. Happy answered the door and let her in. The Penthouse was a large living room area with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and two bathrooms. Stark was on his Starkphone talking to Pepper. He noticed that Natasha was back and ended the call.

"So, what did Capsicle have to say?" he asked.

"He's leaving town," she said.

"On the Ducati?" he asked.

She shook her head. Stark sighed.

"His Harley, huh? I never did put a tracker on that," Stark remarked.

Stark sat down on a large sofa. He looked at Natasha standing there and motion towards an armchair or the loveseat.

"Take a load off, Red," he said.

She sat down in the armchair and draped a leg over the side looking as if she didn't have a care in the world. There was no way she was going to let Stark know how upset she was.

"I don't believe he resigned from the army and the Avengers. I though the Avengers was a sure thing, but he's Captain America," Stark said aloud. "I guess he's no longer Captain America. I wonder who we can get to replace him. The army must have someone to replace him, or, maybe we can recruit someone."

Natasha shrugged even though she wanted to throttle Stark for even suggesting a replacement for Steve.

"I guess I'm out of retirement," sighed Stark. "I'll take the lead of the Avengers for now. I'll talk to Fury about it tomorrow."

"So, what are you going to do about Rogers?" she asked.

"Let him go for now. Hopefully, he retires and looks for some corn fed debutante to marry and raise kiddies," said Stark. "As long as he stays out of trouble, he isn't a problem."

"And when he becomes a problem?" she asked.

"Steve Rogers, the man formerly now as Captain America, will find himself in a high security prison," said Stark then he sat up and leaded forward. He looked at Natasha seriously. "I like Steve. I even admire him, but he's wrong. We need supervision. Look at Ultron, Sokovia, Los Angeles. That reminds me - we have to find Banner. We can't have the Hulk out there unsupervised."

"You should talk to Fury. They keep an eye on Banner," she said.

She wanted nothing to do with Banner. For a short time she thought she loved him, thought they had a lot in common and could help each other. She was wrong. In the end those feelings she had been bottling up where for one man: Steve Rogers. And now he was off the grid probably planning something that will ruin his life.

"Looks like Nicky and I have a lot to talk about tomorrow," said Stark.

Avengers

With his saddlebags draped over the back of his seat and his shield in his canvas bag slid into holder he put on the back fender, Steve rode his Harley nonstop paying attention to any potential vehicles or bikes following him. He only stopped for gas and food. Finally, he arrived at his destination, which was in the middle of farm country. It was a farm that was miles from its neighbor and even more miles from town. He pulled down a road leading to a home.

Steve drove his bike up to the house and parked it right in front of the porch. As he dismounted the door opened. Steve turned to look who it was.

"Mrs. Barton, Clint," he said

Clint along with his wife, who held their baby boy Nate, his son Cooper and his daughter Lila came out onto the porch. Steve walked up the steps.

"Clint, I'm sorry I came here but we need to talk," said Steve.

"Come on in, Cap," said Clint.

"Do you mind, ma'am?" Steve asked Laura Barton.

"Of course, I don't mind. You're welcome here, Captain Rogers," she smiled.