Steve sat alone overlooking the Lower East Side skyline for some time. As joggers passed by into the late afternoon he couldn't take his mind off the day he lost Bucky. There was something else in the memory that wasn't there before.

For some reason or another, Steve could remember jumping after him and searching for hours in the snow covered chasm Bucky had disappeared into. The snowflakes were big and whipping around his body in the storm, making the visibility poor and the wind biting. But he continued searching and searching. If there had been blood on the snow it would have been covered by the time Steve finished his search.

Steve knew this didn't happen; he knew he didn't look for Bucky. There was no sense to even try because the storm was insufferable and he still had to finish securing the rest of the train.

But, why did it feel so real to him?

Steve shook the pseudo-flashback off. Perhaps he was just hallucinating from stress. He suddenly remembered the story the lady had said at Sam's meeting. Swerving in the road because she though a plastic bag was an IED. Maybe they were one in the same, hallucinating things that weren't really ever there.

Sam rejoined Steve later on with a few slices of pizza from Grimaldi's. Brooklyn always had the best pizza. He could never enjoy it pre-serum because of his allergies, but he was damn grateful now to.

"Something's don't change," Steve said to Sam.

Sam agreed, partially, he was too busy annihilating a slice of pizza to really focus on subject matter.

"And other things get erased completely."

Steve felt homesick for another place in time.

"We'll need an aircraft, I want to leave here tonight," Steve said.

Sam recessed from his pizza massacre, he arched his eyebrows.

"We can't just get that from thin air…," Sam replied, pausing mid-sentence to clear his throat.

"…unless we ask Stark," he continued.

Steve felt deflated; he did not want to ask a favor from Tony after their dispute. He nominated Sam for it since they seemed to hit it off quite nicely.

Sam did so promptly, without needing to be told a second time.

"Jet will be ready in twenty minutes at Kennedy," Sam said getting off the phone.

Sam and Steve hailed a cab and made it to the airport with not a minute to spare.

"What terminal?" the cab driver barked, as they passed the first terminal. Steve hadn't thought about that, he hadn't traveled out of an actual airport, just military bases and wherever S.H.I.E.L.D. felt like it.

"Tony Stark's," Sam said, hoping it would mean something. The cab driver gave a frustrated huff. "Now I have to turn around," he said.

Tony stood in front of one of his private jets with his arms crossed. A golf cart with Steve, Sam, and their luggage trekked over from a gate.

Steve looked at Sam when he saw Tony.

"Why didn't you tell me he was going to be here?" he said. Sam shrugged, he didn't know.

"Hello, boys, a little late I see?" Tony mused.

Steve and Sam hopped off the cart. Every cab driver knew where Tony's 'terminal' was. It was the one they never could go to.

"We're only five minutes late, how did you beat us here from Manhattan?" Steve asked.

"One of the many perks of being a billionaire, now come on, you've cost us valuable time, Cap," Tony started up the stairs of his plane. Sam and Steve followed trudging up the steps with their belongings, including the Falcon suit.

Once situated on the plane and in the air, Tony poured them drinks from the bar again. Steve sat by himself looking out a window at the few minutes of sunset he could get. The plane moved swiftly Long Island and was headed for the dark expanse of the Atlantic.

Tony hadn't said anything on why he was coming along too. He had no business in Russia as far as Steve knew. Sam, once again, commented on how cool it was to be on Tony Stark's plane. They were quickly bonding.

Sam continued on his tour of the jet alone while Tony sauntered over. He sat across from Steve, and Steve turned his attention from the now complete darkness outside to Tony.

"Why are you here?" Steve said.

"Someone has Pepper," Tony replied in a low voice.

Steve sat up in his seat. This piqued his interest, and a wave of sympathy flushed over him for Tony. Steve liked Pepper; she seemed to put Tony in his place.

"Who has her?" Steve questioned.

"She was at the Triskelion in Washington just before you decided to crash an Insight helicarrier into it. She was going back to my office in D.C. and told me she would call when she got there, she never did. I traced her phone and the signal cut out en route to Moscow, but that's all I've got so far," Tony said.

"So you think Hydra has her?" Steve asked.

Tony took a sip of his drink and leaned back into his chair.

"Next to S.H.I.E.L.D. I have the most powerful arsenal and wide-array of weapons available. Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. went bye-bye, I am numero uno. So if you were an enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D. who would you blackmail to get the upper-hand?" Tony explained.

"I understand." Steve responded.

"Besides, you want your 'friend' back, I know, but you also want HYDRA taken down. You're too noble and patriotic to let that pass you by. Like Fury said, you find HYDRA, you'll find your friend," Tony continued.

"Fury never said that to me. How do you know what he said at all?" Steve snarled.

"I know that, jeesh. Hill is working for me now; I have her with Fury to keep our connections open. We all have different reasons to take down HYDRA, so we might as well share the burden in the manhunt," Tony peered out the window. He always looked like a man with a million different thoughts running through his head. He could have been developing a new weapon at this very moment.

"It sounds a lot like you want the Avengers to come back together," Steve said.

"Avengers?" Sam had now entered the conversation, done with his little tour of the aircraft.

"I assure you, Cap, I would be the last person to make that call…" Tony laughed.

"Besides it's not like I can conjure up enough lightening to get the Asgardian god down here, and Banner is having too much fun in the Arctic letting off some steam," he finished.

"How do you know where Banner is?" Sam's voice tinged with excitement. To an ordinary person, the whole group of the Avengers was fascinating.

"Because Sam, I hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D. once to find out what weapons they were building. And it makes so much sense now that the person who gave Fury the idea for those Tesseract-based weapons was none other than Alexander Pierce. So Sam, Banner is letting off those weapons in the Arctic so Hydra doesn't get their hands on them. He took off immediately after D.C. Banner is destroying them." Tony explained.

"I thought they were destroyed," Steve said.

"And once again you've been fooled, my friend. We have two hours before we near the Russian border, I think it's time to catch you up on a few things you should know," Tony said.

For just a moment, Steve thought again about searching for Bucky on that snowy day.