Saved by the Bear (Arzuros)
For any living creature, losing one's bearings was an experience best left in thought.
There are many measures formulated by great and resourceful souls throughout history to keep from going astray, especially in the untamed wilderness, which is the worst place to be vulnerable and unarmed.
Supplies, for one thing, are an essential part of any outdoor excursion through Mother Nature's arms. A pocket knife to carve wood or skin a beast, a tent to shelter oneself from the elements, a lighter to make flame. These are just but a few of the many stipulations the camper must take caution to enshrine in his mind.
Unfortunately, for the trio in the middle of nowhere, such prerequisites for what could have been a momentous camping trip, especially for the twins of scarlet and silver, were now haphazardly hopping across a downstream current within a bright orange boat.
As it was lost around a bend, Steve Rogers assured the twins that not all was lost, and that they could last a few days out here with only the provisions on their shoulders.
But first things first. Find a good camping spot. And that's an adventure all itself.
Much to their dwindling luck, they pitch up in the center of a clearing circled by trees far taller than Wanda and Pietro Maximoff have ever seen back in their home of Sokovia. It brought back memories of when they would sometimes hide out in the forest to chase and hunt animals.
They weren't particular about any detail of the site, but Pietro was grumbling the whole way about the "torture" would have been eased had the boat been more secure. Then of course, his sister had to remind him it had slipped on his watch.
When Steve told them that they would have the opportunity to go fishing tomorrow, Pietro quieted a little, and soon, he was out like a light as Steve and Wanda talked the rest of the night away before they too, decided to turn in.
But come morning, the stream seems to be quite reluctant in sharing its blessings with the trio. Pietro came back to the camp with a nearly empty stomach and a stormy mood. Wanda meanwhile, tried not to show her disappointment in the proceedings of the trip. The last thing she needs is a super soldier apologizing profusely on the way back to civilization.
However, Wanda's habit of being an optimist pays off as they are greeted by a most welcome sight.
Somehow, the campsite was a lot tidier than when they had left it, with any evidence of litter gone into what may have well been thin air. The fire burned with passionate purpose, and the bags were arranged in a way that made the aesthetics a little easy on the eyes.
The mysterious housekeeper also left behind a present. About two dozen and two of the biggest fish Wanda and Pietro have ever seen were arranged on a wet cloth near the fire in three neat rows of eight next to a pile of non-toxic berries that were situated in turn to the left of stacks of various medicinal herbs in case of unwelcome ailments. All opposite one very healthy (not to mention dead) buck and a jar that once held a batch of cookies brought to by the combined efforts of Steve and Clint, but now contained an abundant serving of pure honey.
To Pietro, it was a tear-jerking moment as he shouted out praises to kingdom come.
To Steve, it was a moment to act suspicious, then to commence the skinning of the deer once he realizes no harm will come to them.
To Wanda, it was a time to look around and thank what she very well suspected was a bear standing on a low hill.
She'd never seen one before, but her instinct told her that bears didn't have fur that was a mossy, greenish-blue, nor did they have blue backs evolved to look like reptile shells or their wrists ossified into scaly gauntlets.
She turned at the voice of her brother as he urged her to help with the fish. When she looked again, the Honey Hunter was gone.
