Author's note: Thanks so much for the reviews, followers and favourites ! As a treat, I'm updating the story 3 days early! Unfortunately, I'm afraid this is a filler chapter, but now I can be back on track with my updates. The story will be updated every weekend.

(P.S. The cameo of the non-avenger won't be for a while; I honestly didn't think it would take this long to get the story going).

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A man entered the small town diner, which bustled with the evening rush. Families chattered, men were drinking, and teenagers hung around the old Pac-man game. A regular Friday night at the diner.

Shivering, the man took his hat off. Even in fall, it was already -4 and snowing lightly outside.

The waitress behind the bar waved to him, a pot of coffee in her hand. "Hey Charlie!" He smiled and sat at the stool in front of the women, who immediately poured him a cup of the beverage.

"How was your day? She asked, leaning on the countered.

He smiled as he took a sip of the coffee. "Good. We got the truck loaded. Should get paid before winter comes around. "What about you Jasmine?"

She smiled. "Shift ends in 10 minutes." She walked over to another customer to fill up her mug. She came back in front of Charlie. "You want to go back to your place after?"

"What else would I do on a Friday night?"

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Half an hour later the two were barely in the door of Charlie's apartment before he had Jasmine against the wall, kissing her deeply.

"I didn't know… you liked rock music." Gasped Jasmine between kisses. Charlie stopped. He heard the faint sound of a guitar solo coming from his living room.

He knew for a fact that he didn't leave the radio on, and even if he did, it definitely wouldn't be on anything other than 27.9 Classical Time.

"Wait here." He ordered Jasmine. With cation, he made his way towards his living room, wondering what the hell was going on here. He thought back to almost 20 years ago, when a similar situation occurred…

He stopped, took a breath, and turned the corner quickly, turning on the light.

Someone was sitting on the couch, arms crossed and feet up on the coffee. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he recognized the figure, even if he hadn't seen her in over a decade.

"What… what are you doing here?" He said dumbly, shocked. "Why-"

"Charlie? Are you okay" Jasmine poked her head around the corner hesitantly. When she saw the woman sitting on the couch, she put her hands on her hips. "Who's that?"

The woman stood up. "I'm Nadia, one of… Charles' cousins." She spoke with a thick Russian accent.

Jasmine looked at Charlie. "I thought you had no family left?"

Charlie opened his mouth, about to say some feeble lie, but luckily Nadia spoke before he could.

"We haven't talked in years after we had a falling out." She explained. "I finally got sick of it and decided to apologize."

Jasmine didn't look convinced. "Is this true, Charlie?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

There was a moment of silence until Nadia cleared her throat. "I don't want to be rude, but me and my cousin have a lot of catching up to do, so…" She trailed off.

Jasmine nodded. "Call me later, Charlie." She said curtly. She then quickly left the apartment, the door slamming behind her. (god, she must be pissed).

There was a moment of silence until Nadia snorted. "Charlie? Really? Couldn't have gone with something more original?" Her accent was gone now, replaced with an American one.

He ignored the snarky comment. "How'd you find me?"

She walked up to him. Never lost you. Put a tracker in your photo album."

"I should've gotten rid of it. It could be used as evidence."

"Knew you wouldn't." Nadia walked over to his mantle, where she started looking at photos she had never seen before, taken after they parted ways. Most were filled with images of the woman and Charlie together.

"How long have you been together?" She asked, taking a particular one off the shelf. This one she remembered being taken vividly, but before she could ask about why it was out in the open Charlie took it from her hands and placed it back on the mantle.

"Must be a while, the way you were making out in the hallway. You're too gentlemen like to be like that before at least the third or fourth-"

"Do you know how much danger you put us in by just being here?" He interrupted. "How you could be putting people we care about in danger?"

He expected her to say something along the lines of, "I don't care about many people", or maybe even "Everyone I care about can defend themselves just fine." He was not expecting what came out of her mouth next.

"That's why I'm here." She took a shaky breath then continued. "They found her."

He thought he might have heard wrong. "Pardon?"

She handed him a news report printed off the internet. It was recent; less than 12 hours old.

On the front page was a small green house with police tape around it. It was titled Murder in Town: Daughter is only suspect. He quickly read it.

This Past Saturday, neighbours heard gunshots come from a small house in Yarmouth. Police quickly arrived at the scene and gave us information on what happened.

The victim's body was found in her bedroom around midmorning. She was laying in bed, with two gunshot wounds, one in the leg and a fatal one to her abdomen. Reports police officer Smith.

The suspect is the victim's daughter, 15-year-old Carter, who hasn't been seen since the incident took place.

Many close friends say that Carter is not to blame, seeing as she just saved a small child the day before. However, seeing as her fingerprints were found on the gun, no one else was seen entering the house, and Carter has run away, it is unlikely that she will be found innocent.

This case is still in development. If you have any information, please contact the Yarmouth Police Department. Remember; they just want your information. Not your name.

By the time Charlie finished reading the article, his hands were shaking.

"No." He whispered. "We were so careful…"

"Not careful enough." Nadia said. Even though she knew this was a dire situation, she stared up at the tall man and smirked. "You ready for one last mission, Rogers?"

He nodded solemnly. "I'm a super soldier, Romanoff. I'm always ready for another mission."

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Steve glanced at Natasha, who was sleeping in the passenger seat, head leaning against the window. His mind flashed to their first time on the run. How much simpler those times were.

He put his eyes back on the road. They had been driving for hours, but he knew Natasha must've been tired if she fell asleep so fast.

14 years. That's how long it been since he'd seen her.

She was still beautiful. It was odd seeing her without her red hair; she dyed it blonde to go into hiding. Her eyes were still the vibrant colour he remembered so long ago.

He knew he was with Jasmine, but it took her years to convince him to date her. It wasn't her fault; it was just that he couldn't be with someone when he still loved another woman. He would feel too guilty playing with her feelings that way.

Finally, he had to believe that Natasha wasn't coming back. His feelings for her had shrunk, and he'd agreed to go out with Jasmine, and the rest was history.

They'd been dating for about a year, and then out of the blue Natasha shows up without any warning, bringing news about their child.

He thought he was over Natasha. No, he could never get over Natasha. He thought that he could finally get on with his life, since she wasn't coming back.

God, was he wrong.

Yawning, he decided it would be for the best if they took a break; better for them to be both while rested.

He pulled over on the side of the highway, undoing his seatbelt. Sighing, he leaned his seat back, his eyes already closing.

He heard shuffling beside him. "Where are we?" Mumbled a half-asleep Natasha.

"Resting. Go back to sleep. We'll drive in the morning."

"Goodnight, Steve." He heard her curl up in her seat.

"Goodnight Nat."

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I really didn't know where to go with this chapter. I was going to stop it when Steve read the article, but I couldn't stop.

When did you figure out who they were? Let me know in the reviews!

Edit: I just read this over and god it was terrible. I'll definitely fix this later.

R&R, my friends.