A/N: I know it's been too long….assuming anyone is even reading this? Anyways my computer crashed and broke and burned. I had to build a new one, which meant waiting for parts. Then school started again and that's my first priority.

Anyways, here's the next chapter. Review if you can. I love to see if people are reading this.

Crossover: The Bourne Legacy x The Avengers

Alias: Aaron Cross

Age: 19-25

PART 3: The Bourne Legacy

Chapter Eight

Aaron didn't feel bad about lying to the man. Yes, he had his medications as needed, but if he ever wanted to get out and disappear, much like Jason Bourne, then he would need supplies until he can figure out how to make the changes permanent. There's no way in hell that Aaron was going to risk being reverted back to the brain damaged soldier he had been. He couldn't give up being smart again. He couldn't.

"Your friends are here," Peter called as he stood at the door, looking outside.

"I know," Aaron said, hearing the howls.

"Don't you think that's strange? The wolves? They don't do that. They don't track people," Peter said quietly, a little spooked.

"Yeah," Aaron said absent mindedly. He had other things to worry about...and maybe the wolves following him could help him out in the end.

"Maybe they don't think you're human."

"So, how many of us are there?" Aaron wondered, changing the subject.

"You ask too many questions," Peter said stiffly, looking at Aaron suspiciously.

Aaron sighed and looked back down at his book, making another note, "Maybe you don't know, either. So, what are you doing up here anyway?"

There was silence for a moment and then Aaron heard the door shut, followed by a sigh. He noticed Peter move out of the corner of his eye, going to lean against the cool stove.

"How do you know that I'm not evaluating you?" Peter asked.

"I don't know. Are you? Maybe I don't care. Do you ever not care?"

Peter shook his head, and looked away, "Maybe you're evaluating me."

"I went off the grid for four days, that's why I'm here. I skipped my check-in. Now I'm on this bullshit scavenger hunt," Aaron huffed, closing his book roughly. That had been a test...he wanted to see if he'd be able to disappear and how long it would be before they found him.

"They have their reasons."

"Yeah, well...I thought I was having my wrist slapped, but now I'm not so sure. I'm still trying to
figure out if you're supposed to kill me or give me a pep talk," Aaron joked lightly, even though he actually did mean what he said. This guy was confusing...what if he was one of the assets? Why is he even here?

"Seriously, man, you think too much."

"Aren't we wired to stick our nose in, you and I? There's not another person for 300 miles. I know nobody's listening. Come on, you've got to give me something. Talk to me, come on! Why did they pull you off the field and put you up here? It's not physical, with the way you've been moving, so what did you do? Turn down an assignment? Start thinking for yourself? Fall in love?"

Aaron watched as Peter stiffened, turning his back on him. He could see the defensive stance and could practically hear the words in the man's head, claiming that it was a lie.

"You fell in love," Aaron muttered, not really in shock, "It's better for wolves."

"There's an ammo box by the door, you take as much as you need. We're done talking. You ate, you're pulling out early. You should hit it," Peter said suddenly, just wanting him to be gone. He missed the silence of the mountains.

Aaron didn't want to push the man, but he had learned all he could from him honestly. He sighed and stood, tucking his book into his bag.

"Okay. Some other time, then."

"Yeah."

"Thanks," Aaron said as he moved to the cots, not really wanting to leave it as it was.

"Good luck," Peter whispered, moving to the window to stare outside.

Aaron moved down the short hall to the room with the cots, and took a seat on the bed. He ran a hand over his face and laid back, staring up at the bottom of the bunk above him. He tilted his head, reading Jason Bourne's name there. So he had been sent here too...he closed his eyes then and allowed sleep to take him from his life that he sometimes wondered about.

"It's really coming down out there. It's getting ugly."

"Oh. yeah? Well, maybe I should try to get ahead of it, huh?"

"No, it's too late for that. Just stick around. I need some help squaring the place away, anyway."

"Yeah, I don't know. I already have to do that medication write-up. I don't know if I want to have to explain my itinerary as well, you know what I mean?"

"Don't worry about the chems, I got that covered," Peter said as he moved to the back of the cabin, opening a drawer to pull out some keys.

"I'm gonna have a look," Aaron said as he himself moved to the door, pulling on his jacket. As he reached the door and opened it, he froze, "Are you hearing that? Are you expecting anything?"

"In this weather, without a heads-up?" Peter said incredulously, moving to the radio and turning it on.

"Well, it's definitely getting closer. What do you got?" Aaron asked, turning to Peter and looking over at him.

"Nothing, man, I got nothing."

"Is it working?"

"Yeah, it's working. The gear is fine. It's not the gear," Peter said, getting a bit annoyed.

"Well, maybe it's a resupply."

"They were here yesterday, and they can't land in this, anyway," Peter murmured as he moved to the window to look outside, "Who the hell is it?"

"I don't know...I don't know."

Peter released a breath and moved back, "We should spread."

"Yeah. Look, I'll take the nest. Let me know when you get eyes on it, okay?" Aaron said as he grabbed a rifle and stepped outside.

"Yeah, okay," Peter said, moving further back into the cabin.

Aaron moved across the snow, away from the cabin. He could see the nest ahead, mentally wondering why that name seemed to resonate with him. But as he reached the perimeter, he noticed a glow in the sky, moving straight for him. His eyes widened and he dropped down as the missile flew overhead and destroyed the cabin. Aaron stared in shock and then he was moving back there, checking for Peter. When he didn't find him alive, he dived for where the chems had been, digging in the snow. But all he had found were broken and dissolving pills. He cursed loudly, hitting the snow before jumping up to his feet and running for the woods.

His feet pounded against the ground as he ran. He could hear the drone in the air, no doubt tracking him. He needed to buy himself some time. Somehow...as he caught sight of the drone, he had an idea. He dived behind a small ridge and set up his rifle. He lined his sights up with the drone, and without thinking, took the shot. He hit it's wing, and it crashed into the side of the cliff, making it look like an accident. Once he was sure he was safe for the time being, he stood u and took off for the woods. He slung the rifle over his shoulder as he ran, breathing in practiced, measured breaths.

He looked around as he ran, seeing the wolves running after him again. He cut down a path, losing them for now. As the sun began to set, he found someplace safe to set up a camp and gather his thoughts. The night was cold as he sat down near the fire, cutting into his arm to remove the chip that the program had placed there. Aaron didn't have his chems, but he knew that he needed to go off grid now and not later. The program was killing them all off, most likely because of Jason Bourne. He didn't even flinch as he cut his arm and removed the chip. He looked the tracking device over and nodded to himself, knowing what his next step would be. He would need to get it into another warm body that moves...preferably not human.

As he heard the wolves howl again, he was given an idea, which is how he found himself running and being chased by wolves. Aaron kept his pace slower than normal, not wanting to lose them yet not wanting to be caught either. He had set a trap further into the woods to catch a wolf. He ran past the area and stood in the spot he had planned on, watching as the wolf ran into the area as well and stopped to snarl and growl at him.

"Hey! Get out of here! Go on, get out of here! Get out!" Aaron snapped at the wolf, waving his arms.

He watched as it continued advancing closer until his trap was sprung. Aaron shot forward and forced the tracker that he had removed from his own body down it's throat. He stumbled back then, releasing the wolf from the trap. It stared at Aaron as if he had committed some crime. Aaron only glared at it, ignoring the guilt he felt.

"You should have left me alone," Aaron said simply.

Aaron watched as it seemed to back up some, looking around, before it took off. Aaron silently hoped that his plan would work. Then he both saw and heard the drone attack, destroying the wolf. Aaron was safe for now...and presumed dead.

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