"Leesh!" Brock slammed the door behind him as he practically ran into their apartment.

"In the kitchen." Aleshia Rumlow called back. Alisha had moved to Washington D.C. two years earlier and met her now-husband shortly after than. They got engaged within six months of dating and married six months after that. "You're home early." She smiled as she leaned towards her husband and gave him a light kiss. In fact, she realized, he was home hours early, which was extremely unusual for Brock. "Everything okay?"

"Of course." Brock answered quickly as he held her close to him for a few more minutes. "I've got a surprise, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah, pack a bag. We've got to get on the road."

Aleshia smiled sadly. "Brock, I can't just go—"

"C'mon, Leesh, I'm borrowing Rollins' cabin. It took a few favors." He lied.

"I have to work—"

"Call in sick."

"Brock, I can't…"

He could tell he was breaking her down. "You can, Leesh. I missed our anniversary last month and I promised you I'd make it up to you."

Aleshia laughed. "Fine. I'll call Lauren."

"On the road. Pack a bag now." He pushed her towards the door to their bedroom. He grabbed a duffel from under their bed and handed it over to her before dragging a second for himself. They were both standard STRIKE issue: black, heavy material, utilitarian.

"Let's go." Brock took both their bags, hauling it over his shoulders as he locked their door behind them. He honestly didn't know when they'd be back at the apartment but he couldn't tell his wife that without answers.

"Who's car is this?" Aleshia frowned.

"Rollins. Mine had to go in the shop at the last second." He lied again.

"Remind me to bake him something when we get back." She smiled as Brock tossed their bags in the back seat of the SUV.

Brock glanced next to him where Leshia slept with her head against the window. He had driven as far as he could in the vehicle he had bought with an emergency wad of cash. He stopped at the gas station and reluctantly left Leshia alone in the car as he went to pay for gas in cash. He was going to a HYDRA safe house outside of the city to lay low while SHIELD dealt with its losses. Marrying Leshia was planned. Everything was in their relationship: them meeting, each fight and reunion, his proposal, their city hall wedding. The only thing that HYDRA hadn't planned was for their STRIKE team leader to fall in love with his mark.

"Hey." He tapped on her window to get her attention. While he was inside, Leshia seemed to have woken up and was on her phone, frowning. "Everything okay?" He smiled as he continued to fill the tank of the car with gas.

Leshia hesitated before nodding. "Just Lauren complaining about me taking time off." She shrugged, though she turned her phone of quickly. Brock instantly knew something was wrong. He was trained and knew when someone was lying. He glanced around, looking for any threats before finishing filling up their car and jumping in the driver's seat. After starting the car and pulling out, he reached out and grabbed Leshia's hand with a soft squeeze. "I'm glad we're doing this, babe." He spoke after a few dozen miles.

Leshia glanced over and smiled softly. "Me too." Her phone began to ring and she went to answer it but Brock quickly grabbed it and turned it off. "Brock!" She tried to reach over for her phone but he stashed it in the driver's side door.

"No phones. This is our romantic getaway." He smiled charmingly trying to hide his real intentions. He knew that people would be looking for him, for her, especially from SHIELD. He'd had Captain over a few times with the rest of the STRIKE team for dinner as well as a few other SHIELD agents. For someone who didn't work in the agency, Leshia knew quite a few agents well. He didn't want her to find out about Hydra, not yet anyways. He couldn't have her look at him like he was evil. He knew their "getaway" could only last a few days before Leshia became suspicious, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.