Aubrey had landed and broke into a safe-house apartment in Wisconsin. The city was bustling and Aubrey made sure to lock the door, Glacier and Bucky's absence already making her lonely. Shuddering as the wings retracted back into the backpack, and after dropping them to the floor Aubrey opened the duffel Bucky had packed for her. Inside were several pairs of clothing, her brush, and her blue journal. A note taped to the front read: "Thought you would want this." A smile tugged at her lips but as she continued to dig through the backpack, but froze at the sight of a can of bean chili sitting at the bottom. Frowning, Aubrey brought it out and stuck her tongue out, that stuff was disgusting. Instead of throwing it away, she stashed it in the cupboard for whoever used the safe-house next. Because there was no one to take watch, Aubrey rigged traps in front of the door and boarded up the window before laying on the mattress. Quietly, she took in her surroundings. The apartment was one room (two counting the bathroom), her mattress was on the floor beside the kitchen, and a small table. Choosing not to complain, Aubrey turned onto her side, thankful for just having somewhere to be other than Hydra. Her sleep that night was fitful, often she woke with a gurgled scream. It was amazing that no one pounded on her door, wondering if she was alright. By morning, Aubrey had settled at the table, pencil in hand. Furiously she wrote all she remembered of the agent from yesterday. Memories kept flashing before her eyes, faster and faster until she lightly hit her head on the table. Trying to stop the madness. The walls were closing in. Growling, Aubrey stood to her feet and in one swift move, she put on her wings and packed the duffel. She tore the boards off the window and jumped, wings unfolding and catching a drift. Soaring into the sky, Aubrey headed towards the one place she wanted to be. Home. She spent the next 5 days flying from one safe-house to another before stopping in Potato Creek, South Dakota. Even though the name was odd the safe-house was beautiful. It was on the edge of some sort of dude ranch, fencing for the horses coming right behind the cabin. It had an open concept with a loft bed above. The thought of seeing Bucky again warmed her spirits and she felt better as the week went on, her nightmares finally becoming less painful. On the seventh day, Aubrey's burner phone buzzed, after fishing it out of her back pocket Aubrey gazed at the screen.
Bucky: Brie?
Aubrey: Beweise, dass du es bist [Prove it's you]
Bucky: Ihr Hund ist hier bei mir, das Ärgernis, das er ist. Ich weiß nicht, was du in ihm siehst. [Your dog is here with me, the nuisance that he is. Don't know what you see in him.]
She smiled at that and knew it was him. The thought of seeing Glacier again made her chest swell with happiness.
Aubrey: I'm in Potato Creek, South Dakota.
Bucky: I'll be in range in a day or so, it appears we both headed in the same direction.
Aubrey: See you soon.