I had to fix this! I accidently put an unedited chapter in this spot and I'm totally sorry for that! This is the chapter that's supposed to be here.

Here we have a bit of shopping with Steve, Nat, and Bucky. I, personally, love this chapter. Especially overprotective Steve. Didn't get much of a response for the last update, though I'm still hoping you guys liked having a bit more info on what happened to Eve and having more of a Sam interaction. Posting two updates today because I love the next chapter too and everyone wants to see more one on one with Steve and Eve, so let me know what you think of this one and the next one too!

Steve rolled his eyes as Natasha eyed the ingredients to some frozen dinners, reading them off with quick precision. She'd insisted on getting some things that could simply be thrown in the oven ready to eat, but was more than picky about what was actually in the dishes. Why she had a problem with his cooking, he would never know, but he left her there in the frozen foods. Bucky was in the next aisle and Steve went to check on him instead of waiting for Natasha to finally finish.

Bucky was staring at the yogurt, his expression forced into something that resembled interest. They'd been there for two hours and Natasha was only about halfway done with her list. If they stayed any longer, they were going to have to send Sam and Evangeline a message to let them know they were fine. Steve was more than bored at this point and wished he could just go back to the house. Leaving Evangeline behind hadn't been something he'd been happy to do and the longer they were away, the worse he felt about it.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Steve rolled onto his toes before rolling back, jaw clenched as images of what could have happened while they were gone ran through his mind. She could be hurt. Someone could have broken into the house. Sam would try everything he could to keep her safe, but he wasn't like them. He was still just one man and Evangeline would never let Sam get hurt to save her life. If HYDRA found out who she was, it was more than likely they'd do whatever they could to get her back, to find out what she knew. He wouldn't be able to help himself if someone took her again. There would be no letting it go or waiting it out.

"She's fine." Steve jumped when Bucky spoke, having expected him to stay silent like he did so often now. "Eve. She's fine. You don't have to worry so much."

"I know, Buck." Steve sighed a little, moving to look at what Bucky had in his hand that he'd been looking at. It was some Orange Sherbet yogurt that he was pretty sure the other man had never eaten before. There were a few other things, a tub of just regular yogurt, some cheese, a gallon of milk. Natasha hadn't gotten this far yet, she was working her way from the front of the store to the back, but Bucky seemed to know what he wanted. At least one of them did.

"Sam will keep her safe." Bucky seemed remarkably calm for someone who hated being out in the open so much. For the first time in a long time, it seemed like Steve was the one who was the most upset between the two of them. Then again, he'd been on guard all night. There was no way he was letting Evangeline be alone and scared. And leaving her after finding out she'd been tortured, at the hands of HYDRA no less, was a little too uncomfortable for his liking. It hit a little too close to home. And he was suddenly terrified that they would come back for her, steal her away and use her like they'd done Bucky. Or just kill her. And he wasn't sure which one was worse. He wasn't sure that they'd be able to save her like they had Bucky, even if they had a chance.

"I know." It came out harsher than he intended, but all Bucky did was raise an eyebrow before moving off to find Natasha. Steve followed slowly, reaching down to grab his phone out of his pocket. It was incredibly hard to fit his phone in his pants pocket because the pants were so tight, so he'd shoved it in the pocket of his sweatshirt instead. Typing out a quick text to Evangeline, he hid the phone before turning the corner to eye Natasha and Bucky, who were in an intense stare off with a box of premade Chinese food. "Okay, that's enough for the premade food. We have enough food here to last at least the week."

To anyone else, it would last more like a month, but Steve and Bucky ate more because of their serums, not to mention there were three other people to worry about. The cart was piled high with food and Natasha scoffed before putting the Chinese back and starting towards the milk and eggs and such. Bucky followed after her and Steve's pocket buzzed, letting him know that he had a text.

Pulling out his Stark phone, he eyed the message Evangeline sent. 'We're fine. How are you doing?'

Steve fought a grin, tapping out a response as he deftly followed Bucky after Natasha, ignoring what they were putting into the cart. He could figure out how to make whatever they wanted, he just hoped it wasn't all health foods, the kind Natasha ate avidly. She made sure to have a healthy all-around diet as well as some protein bars and shakes to keep her going. Steve ate whatever the hell he wanted and ignored her warnings about fat and getting enough of certain vitamins. His diet was pretty good and he wasn't compromising his appreciation for the food of this millennium just because Natasha felt the need to.

'Natasha just stared at a package of Chinese food for about ten minutes and Bucky is putting anything that looks good to him in a cart. We have a lot of food.' Steve typed back, sending the message. He got an answer almost immediately.

'I'm sure that we won't starve. Besides, you're a great cook.'

Steve grinned at the compliment, glancing up to see that Bucky and Natasha were in an intense discussion about what milk to get. Bucky had put in some whole milk, thick like they'd enjoyed in their youth, while Natasha wanted to get almond milk or soy milk, claiming it was healthier for them. Bucky obviously didn't like that idea, from the angry scowl on his face. If a fight broke out, Steve was so leaving their asses behind.

'We won't starve, but Buck might kill Nat before the day is over.' Steve warned her, glancing back to see that the two teenagers that had been following them around for the last half an hour seemed to have found a few friends. He tensed when he realized they were watching Natasha and Bucky, hoping they weren't actually listening to the snapping conversation, which had changed from English yelling to Russian snarls in the last two minutes. Steve tucked his phone away and reached out, snatching the milks out of their hands and putting both kinds in the cart, now wanting to leave. If the teenagers recognized them, they were going to have to leave again. And leaving would be torture if he couldn't go pick up Evangeline from Sam's house first.

"We're being watched." Steve murmured as he started herding Natasha towards the cart. He took the cart from her immediately, figuring it was suspicious that such a small woman could push a cart that had to weigh over a hundred pounds. Steve barely noticed the weight of it, too busy watching Natasha pull out her phone and check over their shoulders to see what the kids were doing.

"They're a bunch of teenage girls, Rogers. What do you think they're looking at?" Natasha laughed a little, rolling her eyes. Steve frowned, glancing back and wondering why all the girls ducked out of his view as soon as he glanced at them. Bucky was ignoring them completely, swiping a bag of candy off the shelf to throw into the cart.

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked quickly, still jittery. If someone recognized them and it got onto the internet, there was a chance Evangeline would be in danger before they got back to the house. The next safe house they would go to was a two day drive away and Steve wasn't sure he could survive worrying about her safety for two days while being unable to check up on her.

"They're looking at you, dumbass. Well, you and Barnes. Probably mostly Barnes, actually. You look like a nerd but Barnes is the classic bad boy at the moment. They haven't made us, they're just following around hot guys." Natasha explained, rolling her eyes at him. Steve's frown didn't leave as he eyed his best friend, wondering what she meant. Bucky wasn't a bad boy. In fact, he hadn't been back in the day either. Bucky was the kind of guy who took girls out dancing and to shows then walked them home afterward. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but he only did that stuff with women who were okay with it. He wasn't loose by any standards. Even now, Bucky had little interest in the women of SHIELD who had flocked to him in the beginning. Part of it could have been because he wasn't mentally stable at the time, but it was also because Bucky had never found a dame he wanted to stay with seriously. Steve didn't blame him in the least.

But he wasn't a 'bad boy'. It wasn't his style. Maybe they were confused by the leather jacket? It wasn't like Bucky had picked his outfit. In fact, when Bucky picked his own clothes, he tended to pick out sweaters and warm clothing, not leather and definitely not tight or restricting. He said it reminded him too much of his HYDRA uniform.

"Are we done then?" Bucky asked seriously, throwing another box of something, looked like poptarts, into the cart.

"Stop throwing things into the cart, Barnes. And yes, we can be done. I think we have enough food." Natasha agreed, not mentioning the other things she'd thrown in while they'd wandered the store. She'd grabbed clothes and bathroom necessities, movies and tech. The entire bottom of the cart was made up of clothing she'd claimed was for Evangeline, though some of it looked like it would be too big for her. She'd also gotten a bunch of clothes for them, as if they needed it. Steve hadn't even bothered to fight her on disguises. If they ever needed to go out, Natasha was the expert.

Steve pulled his phone out as they made their way to a register, rolling his eyes when Bucky threw some granola into the cart as well. Natasha had already put in three different kinds.

Evangeline had sent him a picture and Steve opened it, staring in surprise at the picture of Sam at the stove, something on fire in the pan he was holding.

"What the fuck?" Steve muttered, looking down at the words that were under the picture.

'Sam's trying to get us killed.'

"What's wrong?" Natasha peered over his shoulder and started laughing as soon as she saw the picture. Bucky came to look too, blinking at the image with a twitch of the lips. From him, that was as good as bursting into laughter.

"I'm going to kill them both." Steve groaned, rubbing his forehead as he started walking away, dialing Evangeline's number. Starting things on fire, really? He'd left them alone for a few hours and they were already trying to burn the house down. Evangeline was worse than Natasha. Not that Natasha would burn the house down should she be left alone, she was more likely to break something than to actually set it on fire.

'Hello? What's up, buttercup?' Evangeline sang into the phone, sounding no worse for wear. Steve let out a silent breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, happy to know that she wasn't hurt, at least. Annoyance replaced the immediate worry and Steve practically growled as he moved out of the store, towards the car. He could pull it up closer for Natasha and Bucky to load. It gave him a better excuse for leaving than to say that he was that worried about Evangeline. So worried he had to call just to ensure she was alright.

"Are you guys trying to give me an aneurism?" Steve asked seriously, striding towards the maroon Suburban they had traded to during their drive. Steve didn't like the idea of using the Suburban any more than necessary, but Sam's small car wasn't big enough to fit all of them and the groceries they were hauling.

'I'm not, but Sam might be. Don't worry, he just caught a towel on fire after burning the French toast. I put it out and we've stopped attempting to cook.' Evangeline informed him. Steve figured it was lucky that Evangeline was good with plans or they probably would have actually burned the place down. She was great in a crisis and would know what to do if something happened. Something he conveniently forgot sometimes. It was just hard when she was a noncombatant and in danger. He didn't like to think of her getting hurt again and he would live happily if he never had to see her in that kind of pain again.

"Good. You know, Sam made us breakfast the last time I stayed at his place and it was good. Nothing caught on fire. Maybe you're just bad luck." Steve teased gently as he started up the Suburban. It was like old times, being on coms with her. Easy banter and no unnecessary stress. It was nice and he missed it, even if having her there, in person, was better. Knowing she was safe for the time being was more comforting than he had anticipated and Steve relaxed a little, starting to drive towards the doors of the store.

'It's entirely possible, but I was still on the couch when he burned the French toast, so that wasn't my fault. How is the shopping experience? Did the Sergeant attack Natasha yet?' Evangeline asked with a laugh, the sound pulling a smile to Steve's lips.

"Bucky just picks shit up and puts it in the cart, Natasha insists on checking the ingredients in everything we buy, and we were being stalked by a bunch of teenage girls. But no deaths yet." Steve recapped quickly, happy when she laughed at his answer. Hearing her laugh was worth the slight embarrassment he felt at admitting teenage girls were following them.

'Well, you know, at least there's no bad guys with guns yet.' Evangeline offered, to which Steve had to agree. All in all, their day out had been a success. They now had food for the week, clothes for Evangeline that weren't borrowed off someone else, and some peace of mind. No one had recognized them and that was a good thing.

Speaking of clothing, Steve conjured up the memory of the sweatshirt Evangeline had been wearing when he'd left, his smile drooping a little. His relationship with Stark wasn't exactly perfect and they tended to disagree on a lot of things, especially when it came to leading the team, so Steve wasn't really surprised that Evangeline wearing a Stark sweatshirt had annoyed him. He admitted his small crush on her, to himself at least, and knew that seeing her in Stark gear just brought up a bunch of feelings he shouldn't have had. Evangeline could wear whatever she wanted, he wouldn't tell a dame she couldn't wear something she liked, but it still brought a shiver of unease through his chest to see her wearing something like that. Something from one of the other male members of the team that could give her more than he could, in the long run. Stark was admittedly good looking, rich, and willing to give his girlfriend anything she could desire. The fact that he was dating Pepper didn't ease Steve's discomfort in the least.

"Nat is checking out then we'll be on our way home, so let's hope that there aren't any bad guys with guns on the drive back either." Steve reminded her, more than happy to be able to say he was on his way back. Of course, Sam's house wasn't exactly home, but it was for the moment. Steve didn't really count anywhere as home at the moment, so it was easy to pretend, for now, that Evangeline was where his home was.

'We'll be waiting. Be good and don't fight with the other kids too much!' Evangeline teased, giggling while Steve just rolled his eyes.

"Promise. See you soon." He hung on the phone for a moment to see if she'd say anything else, wishing that the conversation could last longer. He really did honestly miss the time they'd spent on coms, just bullshitting and teasing one another. It was comfortable and something that had gotten him through some rough times in the past. She'd never know how much her support meant to him.

'See you in a bit. Be careful.' With that, Evangeline hung up and Steve did to, right as Bucky and Nat made an appearance, looking irritated and arguing again.

It was going to be a long ride back.