A slightly sinister woman's voice came over the radio as Steve and Natasha drove northward towards Montana on the lonely, deserted highway.

She didn't make any demands but offered a challenge; catch me if you can. The broadcast didn't last long and was immediately followed by a barrage of voices who were hosting the talk show. Steve reached over and flicked the radio off. There was nothing that would be said after that that would help, just a bunch of gobbling talking heads.

Almost immediately, Widow's phone rang. "Yes? Yes, I just heard it too. No, the voice doesn't ring a bell." She listened, Steve glancing at her occasionally, "Yes, I'm following one of your leads. Yes, I'm alone. Will you stop the 20 questions, Tony?"

Suddenly, she began to sneeze. Cap resisted the urge to say, 'bless you' because he wanted her lie to stay true.

"Yes, I'm fine, Tony. For crying out loud. Just work on a trajectory for that broadcast. And an I.D... FRIDAY or Vision should be able to whip up something, right?"

Cap could hear an anxious Stark voice on the other side as if he were afraid of losing her too after the fallout of the Avengers.

"No, Vision cannot come out here. If he does, it violates the Accords." Natasha reminded him. Steve could hear a stream of expletives as she pulled the phone away from her ear. "Well, if you want to see some action, talk to Ross and the U.N., not me. I'm the best choice for this because… well, I'm a spy and …I just am."

Rogers listened as he kept his eyes on the road, the prairie sliding by.

"Ok. I'll be in touch." Widow said finally and hung up. Stowing her phone, she searched the truck for a tissue. Not finding one, she settled for the back of her sleeve.

"Bless you." Steve finally said.

She glanced at him, "Thanks. My head is pounding. I didn't sleep well last night."

Steve straightened up some, "What do you mean?"

She glared at him, "It means I'm grouchy, not sick with super measles, Rogers."

"Ok."

They drove on for a few moments as Widow massaged her temples. She had close to a dozen different weapons on her person but not one dose of Tylenol.

"Tony is using voice and facial recognition to work on our terrorist." she offered finally.

"I figured as much."

"You know we're still something like… two days hard drive from Casper." Widow mentioned looking out the window, white line zipping by on the shoulder and puffy clouds reflecting on the glass. She was glad to not be seeing huge holes being dug in the ground.

"Yep. That will make her location a challenge. Whomever this is, has the ball in her court."

"I guess we'll just keep driving north, wait for recon from Tony and make our plans."

Miles passed, "You sure you're ok?" Steve asked looking over at Natasha who was cushioning her head on the door frame, eyes partially closed.

"Right as rain, Spangled Man."

"I'm not spangled anymore." Rogers replied.

"So I should call you the Captain Grey Shield?" she chuckled lightly.

"I think you should just rest."

"Ok, Daddy."

"Hey, I'm not your daddy. I'm your grandpa. Get it straight." He smiled at her.

She smiled back, but inwardly was wondering how much larger the rash on her chest had gotten from this morning and worrying if she was infecting Steve with every breath she took.