As expected, the SHIELD credit card was declined when they tried it. Logan had a limited amount of cash for supplies. Enough to buy food they could carry, blankets, and a few cooking utensils. That was it. After that they were truly on their own.

"So are we gonna go to Omsk or what?" Daisy asked him. She was honestly a little worried at this point about what he would do next. If they were truly disavowed, then the mission was no longer on the table and they could be stuck in Russia for a long time. Logan could make it just fine on his own here. It didn't look like much of anything could kill him. He spoke the language too and could probably find work for cash doing some sort of manual labor. Daisy wasn't in nearly as good of a position to survive here. She didn't speak the language very well. She had no gauntlets and could cause a lot of trouble without meaning to, and being covered in bruises she looked like trouble. No one would want to hire and American woman who was looked like she'd been manhandled by a drug dealer. If Logan wanted to go off alone, she would be have some difficulty surviving. He had no real reason to stick with her after this.

"Better stay away from the city for now."

Those words didn't do much to reassure her. She figured it was only a matter of time before he decided he could move faster and survive better without her slowing him down. It would be the truth too.

They spent three days traveling and camping out in rural areas. Daisy felt like every bone in her body was fractured. The strain of holding back her powers, the cold permeating her body, the time spent worrying about being abandoned again was all taking a toll on her. The third evening sitting by their campfire a small quake began.

"Hey...you okay?" Logan asked her as the tremors began.

"I'm fine," she lied, knowing he wouldn't believe a word of it.

"You seemed fine the last couple days but there's something wrong now or we wouldn't be sitting here vibrating," he said, a little impatient.

"I'm fine!" she insisted, forcing her powers under control and not without a great deal of pain. The quake ended and Logan was still looking at her concerned and skeptical. She couldn't tell him how afraid she was of being abandoned again. If she told him he might feel obligated to stay with her and then she would only be a burden. The only choice was to just keep it to herself and be as helpful as possible. "I'm gonna get some more wood for the fire."

By the time she came back with firewood, Logan was on his feet, claws extended at his sides, and his eyes were focused on something in the distance.

"What is it?" Daisy said, dropping her firewood to the ground.

The she heard it too, footsteps. "Is it Calvin? He might have escaped…"

"It's not Cal. It's Victor." Logan said. Daisy knew by now that Victor was his brother and that the pair did not get along but she knew little else. "Stay out of the way. This is gonna take a while," he said. "And if I don't survive, run."

"Jimmy!" A voice called in the distance. "Put away the claws Jimmy. I'm not here to kill you."

"Yeah, then what are you here for?" Logan replied, clearly not believing a word of it.

"I'm here for her," Victor said, coming into sight at that moment. He was a bit larger man than Logan, wore a long blue wool coat, and carried two backpacks. "Daisy Johnson."

Logan raised his fists with claws still out. "You're gonna have to get through me first."

Victor started to laugh. "It's not like that brother," He stopped walking some twenty feet away from where Logan stood. "I'm not here to kill her. I'm here to save her...and you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Logan said.

Victor tossed one of the backpacks he carried to land at Daisy's feet. "Woman by the name of Simmons looked me up two days ago. She said you'd need that Daisy."

Daisy knelt down and opened the bag. Inside she found a couple of changes of warm clothes, toiletries, a cell phone, a laptop, cash, two fake IDs for her and Logan, and gauntlets of a new design. Daisy couldn't help but burst into tears. SHIELD hadn't abandoned her. Not really. "This is from Jemma," She told Logan. "She sent new gauntlets."

"However much she paid you to bring this stuff, I'll pay you double to get the hell out of here now," Logan told him.

Victor shrugged. "She didn't pay me to bring the stuff. She paid me to make sure her friend Daisy doesn't get killed by Cal Zabo or Russian intelligence. It's good money, so that's what I'm gonna do."

"Why you?" Logan asked, still not happy about the idea in the least.

"She needed someone who could track Daisy down without technology. Someone who wasn't affiliated with SHIELD. There aren't too many people around who can track by scent. I went to the coordinates where Daisy sent her last text and followed the trail here."

"We don't need your help, Victor. I don't know what Simmons was thinking. We're doing just fine." Logan said.

"There's some stuff you don't know brother. You need my help. Cal Zabo was captured by Russian military. They only managed to hold him a few hours and when he escaped he let something out...something the Russians can't quite control but it looks like maybe Zabo can control it. They're coming for you...and nobody kills you but me."

"I brought some food," Victor told them as Logan reluctantly agreed to let him stay. Victor sat down by their fire, opened his bag, and actually handed out sandwiches.

It was the first real food Daisy had eaten in days that hadn't come from a can or the wild so she was pretty thankful to have it. She finished the food and inched a little closer to the fire, still shivering. The pain in her arms was eased though by the gauntlets Jemma had sent so it would at least be a little easier to sleep now.

"How did you get all bruised up?" Victor asked her from the other side of the fire.

"My powers do that to me if I don't wear these," Daisy said, holding up her arm to show the fingerless gloves that Jemma had sent for new gauntlets. She put her hand back in her lap and tried once again to stop shivering.

Victor got to his feet, took off his long wool jacket, went around the fire and draped the jacket over her shoulders. "I don't get cold," He explained. "I just wear the jacket because I like it."

"Thank you," Daisy a little surprised by this gesture given that the only things she had heard about Victor before now had all been negative things. It was warmer with the extra jacket. Warm enough that she could actually fall asleep without shivering so much as before. She woke sometime in the night to the brothers talking.

"It's true, she offered me fifty thousand dollars," Victor was saying.

"I don't believe a word of it. There's no way a SHIELD agent has that kind of money," Logan replied. "What are you really doing here?"

"I'm not the same as I was Jimmy. I'm not so much an animal anymore," Victor tried to explain. "Simmons came to me and asked me to help my brother and her friend. I guess she thought we were like normal families and I'd run to save you. I told her I'd been trying to kill you for years. She got pretty mad about that and said she didn't know or care what was going on between me and my brother but her friend Daisy didn't deserve to die and that I was the only one who could help her. I told her to get out of my face or I'd snap her like a twig. She backed off and didn't even seem scared. Then she left a picture of Daisy and that bag of stuff and told me she knew that in the end I would do the right thing. I wasn't gonna come. I got up the next morning and found that picture on my kitchen table and changed my mind...those eyes…"

"So why did you say there was money involved?" Logan asked him.

"Are you kidding me? Never tell a woman you are rescuing them for free. That'll start all sorts of trouble."

"Yeah, I suppose it could do that," Logan agreed.

Daisy wasn't sure she liked the idea of being rescued but she did appreciate that Jemma had been able to secure some help. A short time later Daisy managed to sleep again, feeling a lot less worried than she had all week.