Steve had somehow managed to find a payphone and call Tony. Him, Sam and Bucky had been on their way to meet Wanda, Clint and someone else Clint had said could help them. Steve had parked the car and greeted them, wondering who Scott Lang truly was and what his power was before stalking off. He hadn't told them what he intended to do, but he wondered if they should have known. He had said nothing about Ross keeping Rosalie in custody, but it had been on his mind constantly. He couldn't go through with this. He needed to call Tony and tell him that he would come quietly.

Looking to the cell, Steve deposited some quarters into it before dialling Tony's general office number that he remembered from seeing numerous business cards. After explaining who he was and being redirected to Stark's private cell, Steve leaned against the wall of the multi-storey car park.

"Where are you?" Tony demanded from Steve, skipping all the pleasantries.

"First thing is first," Steve said, "if I hand myself in then does she go free?"

"Free as a bird," Tony responded. "Listen, Steve, we might not see eye to eye on this, but I am trying to get her out sooner. I tried to stop Ross."

"I know," Steve said. He believed Tony. He knew that he was telling him the truth. "Are you with her now?"

"No," Tony responded, "but…I can get to her so long as you promise to tell me where you are. If you come in now and sign the Accords then I can vouch for you. I can keep you from spending time in a prison cell…send you back with Rosalie to New York and you two can get married and have the happy ever after you want."

Closing his eyes, Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. He wanted that. He wanted it more than anything. "You can stop them from arresting me, huh?" he checked. "Tony, we both know you powers over this only go so far. Don't sell me the fairy tale now because we both know you cannot promise me it."

There was silence for a moment. Tony did not even both to argue with Steve. He knew that there was no point. They both knew there was no point. It was another moment before Steve opened his eyes and looked up to the sun.

"Can I talk to her?"

"Give me a minute."

Steve heard nothing then. The phone went dead and he waited patiently, tapping his foot anxiously against the footpath before looking down the sidewalk to where they had all gathered. They were clearly looking for him and he held a finger up, urging for them to give him one more minute to sort something out. He should not have dragged them here. He should never have asked Clint to assemble help.

"Steve?"

Her voice was soft and gentle. He needed to hear it. He needed to hear her. He let out a shaky breath and clutched the phone even tighter as he turned around, arm resting on the wall as he bent over slightly.

"Rose, are you okay? Have they hurt you?"

"No," she responded. "I am still at the facility. Apparently Ross intends to have me moved someone more secure until you turn yourself in."

"I'm going to do it," Steve said to her. "I would have turned myself in sooner if I knew that they had you. I promise you. I am going to make everything okay."

"And if I told you that I didn't want you to do that?" she asked him, voice seeming to dip even lower and Steve's brows knitted together. "What if I told you that I wanted you to do this? Go and help Bucky…find out the truth…if you do that then you have a chance of clearing your name."

"Rose, they have you locked in a cell because of me," he responded.

"And we can gladly switch places, but I know that you need to help Bucky…help him and clear your name."

"You think I can?" Steve asked her. "I am outside the law on this one."

"Then do everything you can to prove that Bucky has been brainwashed…manipulated…prove that it is true and then come back to me and we will see what happens. I know you have no intention of leaving me here, Steve, but I can handle it for another few days…it's worth a shot, isn't it?"

"This is killing me inside," Steve whispered, voice full of anguish.

"I know what I have said before about you making your choice…choosing between me and Bucky…he is your best friend and I am your fiancée. I don't want you to choose, Steve. I want you to do what you do best and help, but help both of us."

"You're sure?" Steve asked her.

"Positive," she responded. "I love you, Steve. Please, be careful and come back to me…always come back to me."

"Rose, I-" Steve was cut off, the line going dead before he had even had a chance to tell her that he loved her too. He looked at the phone and placed it back on the hook. Sniffing once, he looked to the group and nodded. He would do this and then go and bring Rosalie home. He just didn't know if he would be joining her.

….

Wanda looked to Steve as they approached the airport where the Quinjet was being contained. She had a sense that they would be intercepted by Stark and the others, but she was prepared for that. She was prepared to stand by Steve after everything they had been through and what he had done for her. More than that, she was prepared to help to bring Rosalie home.

"She will be fine," Wanda said as they walked into the airport and Steve managed to look across to her as Bucky loitered at the back, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders for everything he had done and dragged Steve into. "She is tougher than you give her credit for."

Steve chuckled at that and nodded. He knew that she was. "Yeah," he weakly agreed with her.

"She wouldn't want you to give up now," Wanda said to him. "She wouldn't want you to turn yourself in when you are close to the truth. I assume that is what she told you on the phone?"

Steve's brows knitted together. "How did you know that was what she had said?" he asked from Wanda and her own lips quirked upwards.

"Who else would you talk to and look so pained over?" she wondered from him. "Besides, I assumed that would be her at this time. You always ask her for her advice."

"She is my fiancée," Steve merely said to Wanda and looked at her, knowing that if he could level with anyone it was her. "Everett Ross has her locked away. He wants me and then he will let her go. She told me to see this through to the end."

"She's a smart woman," Wanda responded.

"But I need you to promise me something," Steve demanded from her, trying to keep his voice calm and under control. "I need you to promise me that if anything happens to me…you will make sure she is okay. She adores you, Wanda, and I hope you like her too."

"Like her?" Wanda checked. "She has done so much for me since I came here…she's helped me adjust and feel normal…I'll be there for her, Steve, but nothing is going to happen. You two are going to walk out of this and be together."

"I hope so," Steve said as they entered the abandoned airport and Steve sensed a shift in atmosphere as sirens began to whirl, calling for people to abandon the space. He looked as people ran out; rushing by them as they clearly thought there was an emergency.

Steve instantly did what he had to do and began to put his team together, knowing that he had to come up with some kind of plan.

….

Rosalie sat on the bed and pulled her legs up to her chest. She felt sick. She had been told where she was going to be held until Steve came for her. She had listened as Ross told her that she would be fine so long as Rogers complied and traded himself in. Rosalie hadn't told him about her earlier conversation with Steve. Tony had managed to sneak into the interrogation room and hand her the cell. He had stepped out and she had simply said to him that she wanted Steve to do the right thing when he had walked back in and asked her what she had said.

Her bravery only held out so long. It was when she was told that she was going to be put into a secure unit called the Raft. It was then when she felt herself begin to get worried. She had been handcuffed and asked to follow three guards to a helicopter, one holding onto her to stop her running.

Landing in the middle of the ocean in the prison, the sky was dark and the water choppy. Waves hit the side of the building as she was led inside, her hair whipping around her head and her dress threatening to blow up.

Escorted down corridors, she heard nothing but silence until they came to a large round room with six cells inside of it. She looked around, eyes widening as she realised they were all empty. Leading her towards one furthest from the main door, one guard pressed in a code and his thumbprint before the bars opened wide. She was un-cuffed and pushed inside the cell, almost stumbling before turning to look at the men leave without another word.

Pacing up and down the cell, she played with her engagement ring, wondering where Steve was.

...

Bucky felt an overwhelming sense of guilt inside of him. He was on the Quinjet. The fight in the airport against Tony Stark and the other Avengers had not been pleasant. He could see that it had torn Steve up to fight Tony. Bucky had listened as Stark demand that Bucky return with him for Rosalie. He said how she was relying on him; how she needed him more than anything. Steve knew that Tony was trying to drawn him onto his side and it had almost worked. All sets of eyes had looked at him and wondered if he should do what Tony had asked of him.

But Steve had remained firm. He was going to fight this. He was going to do this as Rosalie had told him to. He had fought and had escaped with Bucky, his friend being quiet as they made their way to Siberia, convinced they would find the man who had tried to brainwash Bucky. He knew they would find other Winter Soldiers there and so they had to be prepared for what was to come.

"I don't deserve this," Bucky finally said as Steve looked over to him.

"What do you mean?" he asked him.

"I don't deserve your help," Bucky said. "I've done bad things, Steve, things that aren't worth losing your friends over…or your fiancée."

"Whatever you have done throughout the years is not your fault, Buck," Steve said to his friend, voice honest and gentle. "You didn't know what you were doing. My friend, the Bucky I know, he would never do those things and that's who you are…deep down, you are still him."

Bucky lowered his gaze again and bit down on his lip. "What is she like?" he decided to ask Steve.

"Rose?" Steve checked with him and Bucky nodded as Steve searched in his suit for the crumpled picture he always kept of her for whenever he was deployed. Handing it to Bucky, the dark haired man looked down at the photo, seeing a beaming young woman staring back, her arms around Steve as they stood in a park together. "She's spirited," Steve began. "She's stubborn…annoyingly so sometimes…when I first met her she was…I don't know…it was like she was lost to a certain extent. She'd been hurt before in a previous relationship and it took me a while before I really appreciated that and how difficult she found it to trust."

"Was it love at first sight?"

Steve's lips quirked. "I felt something for her pretty soon after we first met," he admitted to her. "We took it slow. She was nervous about beginning a relationship, but we've had some challenges. We still do, anyway."

"I'm sorry," Bucky said.

"It is not your fault, Buck," Steve promised him as Bucky handed him the photograph back. "We will get through this and I will take the truth back to Ross. What he chooses to do with it…and me…we'll see."

Bucky remained silent, wondering how he could put all of this right for his friend.

….

A/N: Do let me know what you think!