Sam Wilson had once been a member of the US Army's airborne special rescue unit. Now he worked at a veterans' center and had crossed paths with Captain America once—the man who had told him to watch his left while they were running in the morning.
Captain America thought that even if S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance was thorough, they couldn't possibly monitor everyone who had merely met him once. How much manpower would that take?
Sure enough, just as he had expected, S.H.I.E.L.D. had not noticed Sam. And this time, Captain America's judgment of character had been fairly accurate. Sam did not care in the slightest that Captain America and the others were wanted criminals, generously taking them into his home.
Captain America washed up there and ate some food to recover a little strength, conserving his energy for the next fight. Natasha had taken off her outerwear, washed the dust from her face, and was drying her hair with a towel. She looked up at Sarah as she entered and said somewhat sadly, "When the missile exploded, you threw yourself over me. You knew you'd be hurt, but you still risked everything to save me."
"Wouldn't you have done the same?" Natasha was wearing only a simple top, showing off her incredibly sexy figure. Under normal circumstances, Sarah would definitely have gone over to get handsy, but over this period of time, Sarah had learned something: this was the time to talk about feelings, not have fun. She could not be so impatient. There would be plenty of time later. "If our positions had been reversed, I believe you would have risked everything to save me too."
Would she? Natasha gave a bitter smile. She realized that she was deeply lost, with no definite answer in her heart. Sweet talk and