After relieving Captain Rogers' original tail in Greenfield, Massachusetts, Maria Hill continued to follow him north. She didn't really know where he was planning on going, but north was fine with her. It was getting later in the year, and it would be cold, but no snow yet, which meant good weather for motorcycles. Hill had loved motorcycles for a long time, but hadn't had the chance to ride one for a while. It was a nice break from always flying everywhere. As she followed Captain Rogers, she tried to hypothesize why he would be headed north. He didn't have any family left. Maybe to visit an old army buddy? Hill dismissed it as too difficult. He hadn't aged a day, and they had aged seventy years. Maybe just a road trip then? It was possible. Steve had travelled around the states before, but that was seventy years ago. Maybe he wanted to see how things had changed.
That night Steve found a little motel off the side of the road. Hill cut her engine, watching as he booked a room and then headed up. Number 20…6? After he entered, Hill restarted her bike and headed for the motel. She got a room, but the problem was they put her right next to the Captain. Which meant she had to sneak by his door and window. Hill grabbed her stuff and walked quietly up the steps. As she made her way down the walk she kept her eyes trained on Captain Rogers' door. She got her key out, and took three quick steps past his door and window. She unlocked her door and stepped in to the room in one smooth motion. She leaned against the door after she had closed it. Whew.
Hill went about her nightly routine, setting up her alarm clock, showering, and getting ready for bed. She didn't have to be worried about losing the Captain. He had brought a cell phone which was GPS enabled, so if she lost him she would be able to find him again if he had cell phone service. As long as he didn't leave his phone somewhere.
The next morning Hill was up before Captain Rogers, but only just barely. She ate a power bar at the hotel while he went and got breakfast at a diner across the street. Hill packed up her gear, and as soon as she heard his motorcycle pull out, she headed downstairs.
The day passed pretty quickly. Hill loved riding motorcycles, and the area was really pretty. She was a good tail, always staying just out of sight. She had had years of training, but given that Captain Rogers was military, (and a super soldier) she was extra cautious. Hill enjoyed getting to see another side to the Captain. He stopped whenever someone had car trouble. He had pulled over four times to help people the first day. The next, a farmer had somehow managed to dump his entire truck of baled hay onto the road. Steve didn't hesitate to hop off his bike and help him reload it, making friendly conversation the whole time. Steve turned down the man's offer to pay him, and after a firm handshake got back on his bike. A week passed, with the Captain never really staying anywhere, but stopping to give a helping hand. One day, they were riding through a more populated area, and some kids were playing baseball. Captain Rogers pulled up and asked if they would mind if an old man like him played a game. Hill watched from the shadowy alley down the block as Captain played baseball with all the kids in the neighborhood. He pitched, and let the really young ones get walks. Hill smirked when it was his turn to bat, and he missed horribly twice before finally getting a bunt in. After a few hours he said goodbye, and got back on his bike. He drove by the dark alley where Hill was hidden without a second glance.
Hill fell into his routine, waking up at six, on the road by seven, driving all day, stopping if something caught his fancy, or if he found someone to help, which was often. It occurred to her that this must have been what Captain Rogers was like before the serum. Sweet, and gentle, and kind to a fault.
One day, about two weeks in, Hill lost Captain Rogers. He had been driving along on a highway that wound through a dense forest, when suddenly, she couldn't see him when she came around the corner. She sped up, thinking he must have just taken off, but after a minute, she turned around. Had he gone off the road? On her way back, she barely saw it, but there was a small side road, unpaved, and winding. Captain Rogers must have gone through here. She rode her bike for a ways, but seeing a clearing up ahead, cut the engine, and pulled it off the road. She hid it quickly with some ferns and leaves, and then headed towards the clearing.
She approached the clearing quietly, and just off the side of the road. At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was a large meadow, filled with grass and some sort of wildflower or weed that bloomed. The meadow was surrounded on all sides by more thick woods. There didn't appear to be anywhere to go. As she was turning to head back, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. There. Captain Rogers was laid out in the middle of the field. He had something in his hands, like a notepad. Maybe he was writing something? Hill stood on the edge of the field, unsure what to do. She hadn't felt like she was intruding on anything while she had followed the Captain until right now. This, this seemed private, like something he would only do if he knew for sure no one was watching. He looked so innocent, so serene, just laying there in the middle of a meadow. Hill stood there for a long time, unsure what do to, when suddenly Captain Rogers shifted position. He appeared to have finished whatever he was doing. He rolled onto his back, and put his hands behind his head. Hill made a decision. She would go back, and wait by her bike until he went back to the main road. Just as she began to turn, she was startled by Captain Rogers voice calling, "Lieutenant Hill!"