*A/N* Guest review: Thank you so much! Going a year without garlic bread is a serious thing and especially for these guys?! It was my hope that people could kind of understand bits and pieces of German, I'm learning it for my foreign language so it was a way to put it to use. Once again Thank you for your fabulous review! I love hearing what you guys have to say!

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Aubrey growled under her breath as she and Bucky landed at a safe-house on the edge of Greece. The sun beat down on their backs and the heat made Aubrey want to writhe in pain. Bucky caught her arm before she could stumble and waited until she had her bearings before letting go.

"You should have gotten medical help at the helicarrier" he grunted.

"I'll be fine" Aubrey hissed, her wings retracting, leaving her in her combat suit. Bucky picked the lock, the house was white and boxy on the outside. It was small, with an open concept and one bedroom. Aubrey went into the bedroom to change, backpack in hand. Her hands undid the zipper that went down the side and Aubrey started to peel off the suit. The top half stuck to her skin and she winced as she tore it away. After the suit was off she put on black leggings and a loose tank top, Aubrey found her way to the bathroom and took in her appearance, grimacing at the sight of red angry flesh that traveled from her shoulders to just above the base of her neck, dried blood crusting it. Her chest and stomach were also hot and angry, her wounds and blisters crying out in protest at every movement. Aubrey's hands went up to her hair and she unbraided it, combing it with her fingers. Aubrey's eyes had bags under them and she rubbed them tiredly before going back out into the main room. Bucky had a first aid kit spread out on the kitchen table. His eyes traced over her wounds and he winced.

"That's not good."

"No it's not" she responded as she eased down onto one of the chairs, picking up one of the ointment tubes and examining it. The tube said it was for small to moderate burns but she was desperate. Tenderly, Aubrey squeezed some of the stinky ointment out and started to spread it on her shoulders. Because the wounds were so severe it didn't do much. The ointment only left cold tingles but she was grateful for the small amount of relief.

"I did a quick perimeter, the house has security cameras though so we should be good. If your okay with me leaving I'm going to go get some food and supplies." Bucky's eyes had worry in them as he held Aubrey's gaze.

"I'll be fine...Seriously" Aubrey plodded over to the freezer and she opened the icebox, grabbing a handful of ice and wrapping it in a cloth. She watered the cloth down and started pressing the D.I.Y Icepack on the worst of the burns. Her skin sizzled and Aubrey could have sworn that steam was coming off of her. Bucky collected up his weapons and left swiftly, the door clicking shut behind him. A small sigh of relief escaped Aubrey's lips as melted ice dribbled down her shoulder. Unfortunately for her, any pain killers wouldn't do much. An idea popped in Aubrey's head and she eased from the chair down onto the freezing tile. Leaning against the wall Aubrey mulled over everything that had just happened. She felt emotionally and physically drained from the fight. Her eyes wandered over to all the windows in the room, her mind going through all the various exit strategies. Of course, if worse came to worse she could just put a hole in the wall...the house was kinda dark anyway. Aubrey grinned, the thought distracting her from the pain. But as she chuckled under her breath, it became a hiss of pain. At least they were still alive. Aubrey leaned her head back against the wall and her eyes fluttered closed, the exhaustion taking over.

"Adler!-" a harsh voice snapped at her. The Eagle looked up from her spot on the steel floor, her hand stilling as she put down the feather she was reattaching. She clicked her tongue against her teeth in annoyance."- Was tust du?" [What are you doing?] the man interrogated her.

The Eagle's answer flew out of her mouth immediately, her syllables barely intelligible.

"Ich repariere meine Flügel" [Mending my wings]

"Lass es jemand andres tun" [Let someone else do it]. The man tried to scoop her wings up but The Eagle hissed angrily. Her arms shot out, talons hooking onto what the man had taken. The Eagle knew deep down that these wings were all she had. There was no way she was going to let anyone touch them. She wanted more than anything to say something to the man but her programming wouldn't let her. The Eagle's mind cracked and she opened her mouth yet nothing came out. She worked her jaw and slowly words came out in English.

"Th….those…...a...are…...m..mine" The man growled at her words and took the rest of The Eagles wings

"Nichts gehört dir, du gehörst uns." [Nothing is yours, you are ours] he hissed at her before straightening up and taking a step back. The Eagle rose to her feet and took a menacing step forward.

"Mine" she hissed, trying to grab the wings back. The man's eyes widened as he realized The Eagle was disobeying.

"Adler!-" he snapped "-Spitze-" The Eagle straightened, she knew these words. They had been pounded into her mind. "-51, Adler, Blauer-" She hissed, her head starting to throb. Inhumane noises came out of The Eagle's mouth as she tried to resist the programming. "-Hummel, Auto, Leben., Angst…-" [Top, 51, eagle, blue sky, car, life, fear]. "Adler?"

It was done. Any sign of rebellion had been put out with those words. The Eagle's voice went back to normal, devoid of emotion. "Bereit zu entsprechen" [Ready to comply]

"Komm mit mir" [come with me] The man led The Eagle down a hallway to a cold room, a chair sat in front of her. The Eagle had no memories of this chair, only extreme pain echoed in her mind. She knew she had been here before but had no recollection of when she had been there. The man pointed to the chair and Eagle complied, easing down into it.

"Bleibe" [Stay] he commanded, disappearing out the door. The click of a lock was heard and the Eagle's eyes stayed trained on the doorknob. Her mind focused on the command and nothing else. She stayed like that for hours, her back straight, talons gleaming in the bright lighting. Left alone in the chair with her echoing pain of it. Eventually, the door opened again, the same man came back with several other people in white coats. They frowned at something the man was saying but The Eagle was waiting for her next command. One of the scientists came over and crouched in front of Eagle, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"What did they do to you" he murmured. The Eagle's mind took this as a command but she had no answer, instead, she repeated "Bereit zu entsprechen" [Ready to comply] the man shook his head, sighing sadly. He lowered his voice so only Eagle could hear.

"I have children, they forced me to work here. One of my girls turned twenty last week and...I can't imagine losing her.-" the man looked like he wanted to say more but he straightened when his name was said, fear sparking in his eyes. He murmured something to the rest of the men and they nodded. The men dispersed throughout the room. One came forward and pushed Eagle back in the chair, shoving a bit into her mouth. Cold metal plates came down on her head. The Eagle felt chilled to the bone as she felt the machine turn on, its hum deep, rumbling her bones. The crackle of electricity was heard and Eagle cried out in pain, her vision dimmed. She heard the bit crack and splinter in her mouth. It was cold...so cold

Aubrey's eyes shot open yet didn't see, all she felt was the coldness of the chair...she was in the chair. A strangled scream ripped its way out of her mouth. "No...nonono" she whispered, looking around to see the familiar steel room. She started to feel pressure on her shoulders and cried out in pain. Blazing heat traveled up and down her torso. Aubrey blinked hard, feeling wet tears on her face, and took in a shuddering breath, her surroundings becoming fuzzy and unrecognizable. A figure was crouched in front of her and Aubrey scrambled to her feet, spooked. The figure backed up, his hands in the air. He was speaking but Aubrey couldn't understand him. Her jaw chattered and she hissed, hands reaching for knives that weren't there. Aubrey's vision darkened and her ears popped. When her vision finally cleared she realized she was in a house….safe. Heaving a breath Aubrey looked around, scanning her surroundings, her mind still coming back to reality. The figure from before was standing several feet away, his face had turned sheet-white and a disturbed look was pasted on it.

His voice was low as he spoke "You're here, back.."

Aubrey shuddered and shook her head, backing up and bumping into the couch. She let herself fall back onto it. Only then did she realize how violently she was trembling. Aubrey's head fell into her hands and she felt her face crumple.

Bucky's P.O.V

He had come back from the store to see an exhausted-looking Aubrey sitting on the floor, her head leaned back on the wall. Yet she looked far from peaceful. Several moments after he had returned he noticed that her mouth was moving and her eyes rolling beneath the lids. Whispered speech started but it was garbled, immediately he knew something was wrong. Bucky crouched in front of Aubrey and gently shook her shoulders, wincing at the sight of her blisters. Aubrey didn't move but when he shook her again she cried out in pain. Bucky scrambled back a few steps and watched as Aubrey started blinking hard, tears leaking out the sides of her bloodshot eyes. She seemed to see Bucky yet not see him all at once. She shot to her feet and Bucky backed up, putting his hands in the air to show he wasn't armed. He studied her, noting her eyes were cloudy and her face taut.

"Your name is Aubrey, you are here in Greece-" he felt his face drain of color as Aubrey cut him off, hissing menacingly. Her hands went for knives but found none. He watched as her eyes seemed to darken, even more, staying that way for several minutes before lightening up. Bucky watched as she looked around in anguish, slowly coming back to reality. She was trembling violently and Bucky's whispered words echoed through the room.

"You're here...back". But she shook her head and backed up, bumping into the couch and after a moment's hesitation, falling onto it. Now she was quietly sobbing into her hands, curled up on the edge of the couch. Bucky went to the kitchen and finished taking supplies out of the plastic bags before going back to the main area, unsure what to do with himself. Just as Bucky was about to go do another perimeter he heard a whisper.

"It was so cold….I'm so cold."

He turned and came back to the living room, sitting on the floor several feet from the couch.

"What was cold?" he questioned quietly. Her next words turned Bucky's blood to ice.

"The chair"

"What did you remember Brie…?

She coughed for a moment, getting her breath before finally looking up. Aubrey's face was wet and her hair hung limply, her eyes seemed to be flashing with all she remembered. She pulled her knees up to her chest before speaking, hugging them tightly. "I guess I was harder to control than I thought. Several times now I've remembered times where the programming failed...or I broke through. I had been fixing my wings and a technician..or a handler came in and told me to let someone else do it. He took them-" her voice hardened "-and I told him no...in English. He said the words-" Aubrey paused, taking in a shuddering breath before continuing "-he commanded me to sit in the chair...I did...he left me there for hours before returning with technicians. One of them leaned close and said he had a daughter…. But...a couple of minutes later they wiped me….that was when the...memory stopped. It was so painful...I remember snapping the bit with the force from my jaw."

Bucky gulped, remembering all the times he had been forced into the chair, a bit shoved into his mouth.

" 'm sorry-" he didn't know what else to say except "- are you okay?"

Aubrey shrugged "depends on your definition of okay.-" she paused, contemplating something "-I am kinda hungry though." a tentative smile raised the sides of her mouth but it disappeared moments later.

"I'll go cook something" Bucky rose and disappeared to the kitchen, leaving Aubrey to her thoughts.

Aubrey P.O.V

Aubrey leaned her head on the couch armrest and sighed, too exhausted emotionally and physically to do anything. Her mind was whirling but she did her best to ignore everything flying through her head. Everything ached and burned. Every couple of minutes she would hear a bang from the kitchen, either from a pot or something falling on the floor. She tried to close her eyes but each time the darkness closed in and memories would flash. So she settled for staring at a chip in the baby-blue paint on the wall. Half an hour passed before Bucky came out of the kitchen, two plates in hand. He set them down and took one of the spots at the five-person rectangle table. Aubrey walked over, seeming dead on her feet before taking the spot opposite of Bucky. A plate of pre-cooked lasagna and mushy broccoli sat before her. Despite her lack of appetite, Aubrey's stomach growled hungrily at the smell wafting up. Bucky had already started eating and Aubrey picked at her food with a fork. The house was silent until he spoke several minutes into the meal, she could see memories shining in his eyes.

"Steve's mom made the best lasagna...but she always overcooked spaghetti 'n meatballs. Steve used to ask her how she could get lasagna right and spaghetti so wrong when they were both so similar-."

Aubrey just nodded, chewing her food slowly.

"-It was like eating mashed potatoes with tomato sauce and chewy hamburger."

A smile ghosted Aubrey's lips as she thought about that and her teeth clicked together while Bucky chuckled to himself.

"Steve tried to replicate the lasagna once. It was a couple of days before the Howling Commandos went out on another mission.-" Bucky paused, a faraway look in his eyes. "-We didn't have much but we used what we had. He...uh must have forgotten to cook the noodles first so...It was very crunchy."

Aubrey raised an eyebrow at that and snorted under her breath, even she knew that you had to cook the noodles first. She raised her eyes and looked at Bucky, finding that he was looking at her with anticipation.

"Really?' her voice was scratchy and cracked.

Bucky nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, the guys got a kick out of it…..well... And a crunch"

"I bet-" Aubrey snickered, taking a bite of the lasagna, trying to imagine what it would be like with crunchy noodles.

"Yeah…-" Bucky trailed off, finishing off his plate and getting up for more. Aubrey heard his voice from the kitchen "- you woulda liked em… been remembering a lot about 'em lately."

"Good or Bad?" Aubrey asked, her curiosity piqued.

Bucky came back with the whole pan of lasagna and set it on the table, taking a heaping helping for himself. He looked at her plate "Want more?"

Aubrey looked down and realized she had eaten everything on her plate. She shook her head but as Bucky started to talk, Aubrey started to whittle little bites of lasagna out of the pan.

"Just after Steve broke the Commandos an' me outta one of the Red Skull facilities. We were at the base bar and Agent Carter came up, thought she was talking to me but she was talking to Steve! It was like I was invisible! Before I was deployed it was the other way around. Granted, Steve was also a lot smaller..but still..it was very disappointing" he gave her a good-natured grin as he took his fork and did what she was doing to the lasagna.

His story had taken Aubrey's mind off of everything that had happened earlier and her mood had improved.

"You…? Ignored! Nooo,-" Aubrey teased, shifting in her seat so her torso didn't burn as much.

Bucky chuckled as he chewed on some broccoli "oh man before Steve got buffed up, it was like I had to be his personal guard."

"Why? Surely he didn't pick fights all the time" Aubrey eased to her feet, picking up the now-empty lasagna pan and their plates before heading to the sink.

"Oh he did...all the time-" Bucky stood and put the remains of the Broccoli in a plastic bag before coming over to the sink where Aubrey was rinsing the dishes. "-lemme do those. Your wounds look like they hurt."

Aubrey didn't even fight as she moved aside and eased onto the chilly floor, to her spot from earlier.

"So he fought because..?"

"He wanted to do what was right. But that got him beat up in almost every alleyway in Brooklyn."

"Wow… it's good he got the serum then because otherwise-"

Bucky cut her off "-he would have been chopped liver"

Aubrey snickered "yeah-" they lapsed into silence and Aubrey leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes tracing the indents in the ceiling, a question bouncing around her mind.

"Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like without Hydra?" the question was quiet and popped out of Aubrey's mouth faster than she would have liked. Bucky paused, his hands stilling on the dish he was drying. He was quiet as he thought about it for several minutes. Eventually, he finished drying the dish and started on the next one, Aubrey waited patiently for his answer.

"Well-" he started "-it depends...There were two ways it could go...well probably more than that."

"What do you mean?"

"The first way would have been me not even enrolling in the army. Steve would have probably found a way to go either way though.-"

Aubrey cut him off "-What would it had been like if you had come back after the war was over."

"I'm..not sure...Probably would have stayed in the army actually. Steve would have been in the ice... Everyone thought he was dead. I would have too. Maybe would have settled down somewhere...I don't know...It's hard to think about it any other way.-" he paused and looked at Aubrey "-what about you?"

Aubrey's eyes traced the furniture in the room as she answered "Well… I would have finished college, gotten a job. Probably would have settled down with someone...Live life to its fullest...I guess. Sounds kinda boring though"

"So you pref-" Bucky started but Aubrey's eyes widened in horror at the thought.

"No. I meant that I like traveling and seeing new places, living on the edge. I wish I could do it in a safer environment but I think it's better than living a life of fear. Like I would have if Hydra had decided to leave me alone."

Bucky nodded in understanding and finished cleaning the pan the lasagna had been in. Drying it, he put it on the dish rack and left the kitchen, picking up his backpack and plopping on the couch. Aubrey stayed where she was. Eventually, she dozed off and vaguely heard Bucky get up to do perimeter. She slept until a noise woke her in the middle of the night. Immediately she was on her feet, wincing at the sudden movement. Aubrey scanned the room, looking for a weapon she could grab. In minutes Bucky was in the house, watching Aubrey with a calm face.

"I tripped on something outside, everything's fine."

Nodding sleepily, Aubrey grabbed for her Glock and winced as her skin stretched.

She spoke around a yawn "I..can take watch now" but when she looked at Bucky he was shaking his head.

"No, your wound is a weakness right now"

"I'm fine-" Aubrey huffed but Bucky raised his eyebrows at her when she winced. "-Okay..maybe I'm not fine...are you sure?"

He nodded and disappeared out the door again. Aubrey went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, her body sighing in relief. She fell asleep quickly and slept until the sun shown through the windows. She woke and eased to her feet, groaning as her torso screamed in protest. Her skin felt like it had shrink-wrapped overnight. Her steps were silent as she lumbered out of the bedroom and into the main room. Spying a coffee pot on the counter, Aubrey got to work and had freshly brewed coffee wafting through the room in minutes. She took a large mug out of the cabinet and poured a heaping helping. The door clicked and Bucky trod in, looking tired. He nodded to Aubrey, grunting "I need a nap" before disappearing into the bedroom, the door clicking behind him. Aubrey wet a rag and washed the dried pus from her wounds, putting on a fresh layer of ointment. She spied her bag by the kitchen table and opened it, digging for nothing in particular. Aubrey frowned when she found a small white device with earbuds attached to it. A sticky note was stuck on the front. Quietly she read it.

Thought you would like this, it's your iPod. Has all of your favorite songs from Before. Stay safe, Love you.

-Mom

Aubrey tapped the device's small screen and it blinked on. Opening the list of songs she felt her eyebrows hike up on her head. One-hundred songs?!. Instead of searching through them all, Aubrey clicked the word shuffle and put the earbuds in. Listening quietly as the song came on. She fell back onto the couch and listened to the lyrics, humming along quietly.

The day passed quickly and Bucky emerged from the bedroom around dinner time. Aubrey had been thinking about everything that had happened yesterday and she wondered what the Avengers thought of them. She looked at Bucky from her spot on the couch and took one of the earbuds out, speaking quickly so Bucky couldn't interrupt her.

"I can fly tomorrow and we can go" but as soon as she started talking Bucky frowned and shook his head, crossing his arms.

"Brie you could barely stand yesterday and you complained this morning that you felt like your skin was shrink-wrapped."

"But we heal faster..so I'll be fine" Aubrey half-heartedly grinned.

"Not that fast still looks painful" Bucky raised his eyebrows as he waited to see her response. Aubrey puffed a breath out of her lips and sighed dejectedly

"It is-" she finally relented. "- But I really want to go back to Nebraska"

"And we will, by the end of the week you should be okay enough to fly."

"Fine" Aubrey stood and grabbed her bow, going to the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Doing perimeter. I'm going to explode if I sit for one more minute." Aubrey mumbled. But she regretted it immediately as the fading sunlight set her blisters on fire. She couldn't prove Bucky right though so Aubrey grit her teeth and got the perimeter done as fast as possible. She came back to a smug-looking Bucky

"Sun doesn't feel too good does it?"

Aubrey came over to where he was cooking macaroni and punched his metal arm. It clanged and Bucky snickered as Aubrey inspected her now aching fist.

"Whatever-" She fished her blue journal out of her backpack and wrote what she had remembered earlier. The Soldiers ate a quiet dinner of very overcooked macaroni and left-over broccoli from the night before. Aubrey went to bed soon after and the week passed much too slowly for Aubrey's liking. By Friday her wounds had faded to nothing but lots of freckles. They dotted her shoulders and torso. Aubrey thought it was quite becoming.

"Time to go!" Aubrey sing songed. Bucky had already packed the backpacks and was waiting by the door.

"I hate flying" he mumbled under his breath as they got suited up and took to the skies.

Avengers Facility in New York

Captain America growled, in frustration. It had been a week since he had seen Bucky and he still hadn't been able to track him down. A noise made him turn and he found Tony leaning against the doorway, a smug look on his face.

"Cap" Tony nodded, coming into the room. His eyes shot to the various holograms that Captain America had up and he grinned. "-Hasn't even been a week yet and you're already analyzing the footage from Ultron."

"Well, if the Eagle is as wounded as Vision said then I figured they would be in the area until she healed..but-"

Tony cut him off "-But you realized that two of the most dangerous assassins in the world were good at hiding? Congratulations! But Cap…-" Tony meandered over to Cap and called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y

"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, pull up that thing I had you save"

"Yes, Boss" the A.I responded. Captain America marveled at how she could sound so human. But he was pulled out of his thoughts by a vaguely familiar face that appeared on one of the holograms.

"Tony? Who is this?" A light blond, green-eyed girl stared back at him, a large smile on her face. Tony pointed to her

"Look a little closer Cap. You've met her before. See this is what you've been missing, you have been so focused on your friend that you didn't do much of a background on her...and let me tell you, she is much more interesting."

Cap took a few steps back, sensing that Tony had more to say...and of course, he did.

"So because I've gotten tired of watching you and Sam fail so miserably I've decided to help. The Eagle, before Hydra was known as Aubrey Cristo, lived in Omaha, Nebraska. She was twenty-one when Hydra got ahold of her. Now Cap, here's the million-dollar question. If you had been torn away from your family for five years. Come back to reality and remember them, what is the first thing you would want to do?"

"Visit em" Cap finished, realizing how stupid he had been.

"Ding ding ding! And guess where our favorite pair of assassins has been in the last month?"

"Really?" Cap breathed

"Yep and I can only assume that they will be back eventually."

"Tony...I...thank you" Even if he acted arrogantly most of the time Cap knew that deep down he did care.

"No problemo Cap, I only ask that when you get ahold of them that I get to talk to Eagle."

"I'll see what I can do" Cap grinned, excitement welling up in his chest. Tony nodded at Cap before striding out of the room. Pulling out his flip phone he dialed Sams number and started talking the minute Sam picked up.

Somewhere on the North Carolina coast

Aubrey landed behind an abandoned building, rubbing her side. Bucky watched at her with a concerned look and she rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm fine, the new skin is just kind raw...But maybe we should stop for the night"

Bucky snickered "She does have common sense!"

"Be quiet" Aubrey growled, her suit retracting. Quietly they talked about getting a hotel room but Aubrey thought it was too soon to show their faces in public. Bucky quickly agreed and they broke their way into the abandoned building. Inside they found old furniture and dusty floors. Sunlight streamed in from in between the wooden boards that covered the windows. Dust poofed into the air when Aubrey plopped onto one of the couches, she sneezed and found Bucky doing the same. She pulled several granola bars out of her bag and they each had four before doing a round of the building. Neither slept that night, both deciding to rest on the couches but keep watch at the same time. By dawn, they were gone, back in the skies, and headed towards Nebraska. Aubrey sighed, relishing the feeling of her wings beating, feeling the power in their feather-tips. Bucky, on the other hand, was groaning in protest at every movement.

"Planes...I can do...Helicopters I can fly with my eyes closed…..This...I cannot-" he whimpered. "-how much longer Brie."

Aubrey chuckled darkly "ohh couple more hours."

Bucky moaned in despair and told Aubrey it wasn't funny.

An hour later they had to stop because Bucky said he was five seconds away from heaving. Aubrey landed smoothly in a grassy field, beanstalks swished around them. Bucky, on the other hand, stumbled to the ground and sat in the dirt. Aubrey laugh-coughed behind her hand at how pathetic he was acting.

"Awww, big bad soldier can't handle a little fresh air?"

"You are the worst" Bucky growled, mock trying to trip Aubrey as she paced back and forth.

"Why thank you-" she purred as she looked at their surroundings. Beanfields surrounded them on all sides except for a homestead on the horizon. "-We are on the edge of Iowa and Nebraska. Probably another hour fly-" Bucky cut her off when she mentioned more flight.

"We are stopping for the night" Aubrey nodded and motioned towards the house just north of their location. The two silently headed in the general direction, careful to keep in the shadows cast by the fading light. The homestead had a small little house and a large red barn with a pen that had cows in it. Aubrey and Bucky slipped into the barn and climbed up into the hayloft, splitting the last of their granola bars between themselves. Both got 4 and a half. The sun had slipped away and the moon had replaced it. Shimmery iridescent light bathed everything and shown through the slats of wood that made up the barn. Aubrey nestled into the hay and Bucky sat on the edge of the loft, watching for intruders. Sometime in the night, they switched, and as the sun started to rise Aubrey heard noises outside. She retreated back into the shadows, making sure that Bucky was hidden. Minutes later the barn doors opened and a man came in. He went over to one of the rooms and heaved a pack of grain over his shoulder. He left and Aubrey heard a commotion outside, a dog started to bark and the cows mooed. Aubrey crept over to Bucky and shook him awake, praying that he would wake quietly. His eyes flickered open just in time to see a Border Collie trot into the barn, sniffing the air. The dog made a round of the barn before stopping at the ladder for the hayloft. It growled and started to bark.

Aubrey looked at Bucky, her eyes widening, she mouthed "We need to go". Bucky nodded as she brought out her wings and prepared to jump to the ground. The dog had stopped barking and was glaring at them, a growl ripping its way out of its mouth. Aubrey bared her sharpened fangs and hissed. The dog looked confused for a moment before snapping at the air. The soldiers jumped off at once and Aubrey had taken off before the dog had a chance to react. Once in the air, they both let out a breath of relief. Aubrey flew far and fast. In no time they were in Omaha, but she didn't head towards her parent's house. Instead, she landed in a quiet park. Bucky's face was white and he visibly relaxed once on the ground again.

"I don't know of any safehouses in the area" Bucky mumbled as Aubrey's wings retracted.

"I might…" she started, an idea forming in her mind.

"Uh oh...you're thinkin again" he chuckled and Aubrey frowned at him.

"Well… I want to walk by my house and see if it's empty. If so then we can stay there"

"And if not?"

"We figure something out"