"Ow. Those really do sting."

Natasha groaned as Nick Fury helped off the boardroom floor, the security council dead at their feet.

The former director of SHIELD let out sigh of relief. "Next time, warn somebody before you do that."

"Now you know how I felt when you, aah!" The Black Widow let a cry of pain as she felt a bullet tear through her stomach, her world turning black and white as insides burst into flames.

"Natasha!" Nick quickly tightened his grip on the agents arm as her knees buckled, a deeply concerned look spreading across his face "Natasha, what's wrong?"

"Steve."

"Hill! Where's Steve? You got a location on Rogers?" Natasha's heart raced as she waited for Maria to answer, desperate to find her soulmate before he took his final breath.

"He's still in the helicarrier."

"What!?" Natasha's stomach twisted up in knots as she instructed the pilot to head toward the burning helicarrier, the massive aircraft carrier hurtling towards the ground. Focus, she thought Find the blue light. If what Steve saw when Barnes shot her really went both ways, then he should be surrounded in the blue light of his soul. But where? Where was it? Where was he? As the Black Widow desperately searched for any source of color in her black and white world, she spotted a tiny speck of blue floating beneath the waves of the water down below.

"There!" Natasha shouted, pointing a finger at the waves "He's there!"

"Where?" Sam asked "I don't see him."

But Natasha didn't have time to explain. Her soulmate was dying and if she didn't act soon, she would never see Steve again. So she put a gun to the pilot's head and told him to land, now. The Black Widow ran across the shore as fast as she could, leaving Fury and Sam in the dust, desperate to reach the first Avenger in time, coming to a stop when she spotted an unconscious Steve Rogers lying on the beach, surrounded by the flickering blue light of his soul. With the Winter Soldier standing over him.

The Black Widow quickly drew her gun, pointing it directly at his head, reading to pull the trigger at a moment's notice. The Winter Soldier held up his mechanical hand in surrender, slowly backing away as he headed off into the woods. Natasha should've gone after him. Should've shot him the second his back was turned. But in the end, all she could think about was one thing.

"Steve!" The Black Widow dropped her gun to the ground as she ran over to her soulmate's side, pressing her hands against the bleeding wound as she struggled to wake him. "Steve, I'm here. I'm here," she repeated, wishing, praying for her soulmate to wake up. To say something anything. "It's going to be okay sweetheart," she promised with tear-filled eyes "It's going to be okay."

Steve woke hours later in a groggy state, his bones and organs groaning in agony from his fight with Bucky, trying remember how he got here.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

The super soldier glanced to his right as he heard a familiar voice, spotting Sam Wilson sitting next to him. "How did I-?"

"Natasha," Sam answered "I don't know how, but she saw you caught in the current, found you on the shore and brought you here."

Natasha. Steve should've known. "Is she-?"

"I'm here."

The former Air Force pilot jumped as the Black Widow appeared in the doorway. "You really are a super spy."

Steve smiled as he locked eyes with the former KGB agent, a gentle warmth washing over him. "Sam, can you give us a minute?"

The Falcon nodded, rising up out of his seat and stepping out of room, leaving the soldier and the spy alone.

"Thank you," Steve told her gratefully "You save my life."

"I owed you." Natasha smiled as she walked over to her soulmate's side, gently slipping her hand into his.

"How did you know where to find me?"

"I felt you dying." Natasha didn't to feel about what she'd just said "When I was in the security council room with Fury, I got this burning pain in my stomach. The world turned black and white. I looked for you," she told him, trying to keep her voice level "everywhere. And then I saw this speck of blue in the water. Shining like a star. And I followed its light to the shore. Where I found you." The former KGB operative took a calming breath, trying the shake the overwhelming terror of losing her soulmate now that she knew he was safe "So, soulmates can tell when the other's been majorly hurt."

"Guess so." Steve ran a gentle hand through her hair "Nice to know someone's always got my back on the battlefield."

"Yeah." Natasha felt a small smile spread across her face at the soldier's adoring look. "I have something for you." The spy reached over into her purse and pulled out a thin yellow folder wrapped in thread. "I made a call to Russia, cashed in an old favor."

Steve tilted his head as his soulmate handed him the old and weather file. "What is it?"

"Information on Barnes," Natasha answered, earning a shocked look from Steve "How he was trained, a few of the missions he went on. It's not much but-," The Black Widow finished her sentence with a small shrug, indicating that it was the best she could do.

Steve was in awe. "You never cease to amaze me, Miss Romanoff," he whispered, causing Natasha to blush.

"You're going after him, don't you?"

Steve nodded.

"Okay. I know a couple places we should check first."

"We?"

"Yeah. We." Natasha wrapped her hand around the back of her soulmate's neck, gently running her fingers through his hair. "I am not letting you out of my sight, Rogers. You'd probably get yourself shot again."