Set post-Civil War
Laura dried another dish, enjoying the summer breeze through the open kitchen window. It was a beautiful summer evening. The crickets were chirping, the kids were sleeping, and the heat wave had finally broken. If Clint had been home, it would have been perfect.
A floorboard creaked, and she turned to see Nat standing just inside the door. The glass slipped out of her hand and shattered on the kitchen floor.
"Is he …"
She couldn't finished the question. Luckily, Nat knew exactly what she was asking. "He's alive. But he's been arrested, and you've been compromised. I need you to pack clothes for you and the kids. I'm getting you out of here, and I'm not sure when you'll be able to come back, so make sure you have anything important. Don't forget the passports."
"He didn't call. Aren't you allowed to make one phone call from jail?"
Nat laughed harshly. "Not this jail. They plan to bury him and the others so deep they'll never be found. Don't worry about him, Steve's working on getting him out. But we need to get out of here in the next hour. Let's get packing."