June 22nd, 2016 - London, England

"I promise, I'm fine ." AJ said for the 10th time. Her phone was placed on the counter as she carefully put on her pearl earrings while sitting in front of the mirror. It was the third time Andrew had called in two days; her nephew was worried that losing Peggy would send AJ into a spiral and with him not there to look after her, well, checking in on her was the best he could do from so far away.

"I can get on a quinjet now and be there in an hour." Andrew suggested.

AJ chuckled a little, looking down at the phone. Though she could not see him, she could picture his brows pinched together in worry. It was sweet how concerned he was, but unnecessary. Losing Peggy was hard, but it was nowhere near as hard for her as it was for Steve. "The funeral starts in twenty minutes, Andrew." She told him, done putting on her pearls. She got up, walking over to her closet in the hotel to slip on her heels.

"Fine." Andrew huffed. "How's Steve doing?" He asked as AJ walked back over to where her phone was placed.

She sighed, running her fingers through her soft light brown curls. "Devastated." AJ said honestly. "But trying to be strong in front of the team."

"I'm glad he has you with him."

She frowned. AJ wasn't just here for Steve. She was here to lay her friend to rest. But she also understood that Steve did need her here with him, and today was utterly devastating for him. Thankfully, she wasn't the only friend here to support him. Sam Wilson had made the trip as well.

Her phone beeped, letting AJ know that someone else was calling her. She looked down at the screen, seeing it was a video call from Tony. "Tony is calling me. I'll talk to you after the funeral."

"Alright." Andrew told her. "Call me if you need me."

She smiled. "Love you."

He chuckled. "Love you too."

She hung up, picking up the phone and switching to Tony, who appeared on her screen looking like he hadn't slept in days. "Tony." She said his name, causing him to nod his head.

"I know. I look terrible." He said, rubbing under his eyes. "But you ditched me and I have to fix the last bugs on B.A.R.F."

"I hate that name." AJ said with a shake of her head. "And I wouldn't say I ditched you, Tony."

"Yeah, I know." He said softly. "How's Rogers?"

"Trying to be strong." AJ sighed. "You know how he is."

Tony huffed, nodding his head. "You look fancy." He said after a moment. "You looking to pick someone up at the funeral? Maybe a younger man. I think you could get away with dating someone in their 80's but that's just my opinion."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Tony,"

"Come on, embrace your cougarness." AJ rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond. "On a serious note," Tony paused , causing AJ to look at the screen, his mouth in a thin line as he looked at her. "The Accords."

"You already know how I feel about them, Tony." AJ said with a huff, annoyed that he'd bring it up. But it was Tony, she really shouldn't be surprised. He didn't let things go and he definitely was not letting the fact that AJ was not on his side about the Sokovia Accords rest. "Besides, even if I were to sign the Accords, I'd never miss Peggy's funeral."

"It's a quick trip from London to Vienna, Adelyn."

"Drop it, Tony."

He sighed in frustration. "You're the most stubborn woman I've ever met."

"If standing my ground on something that I believe in makes me stubborn, sure. I'm stubborn." She agreed. "I've got to finish getting ready. Goodbye, Tony."

"Adelyn," He pleaded, but she ended the video chat, his picture disappearing on her screen. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. She didn't understand how Tony of all people would be okay with someone telling them whom they could and whom they couldn't save. He had told the Government to go screw themselves multiple times. Why the sudden change? It couldn't just be about the boy who lost his life in Sokovia. There had to be more that he wasn't telling them.

Before AJ could dig too deep into that thought, a soft knock on her door caused her to open her eyes. She looked in the mirror one last time, making sure nothing was out of place. AJ wore a snug, form fitting, black, high neck dress. She looked away from the mirror and grabbed her purse, turning off her phone and placing it inside the small clutch.

Steve and Sam were waiting for her on the other side of the door, both dressed in black suits and white undershirts and dark ties around their necks. She smiled sadly, seeing how handsome the both of them looked for such a sad occasion. "Ready?" She asked.

Steve swallowed hard, nodding his head.

The three of them left the hotel, taking a taxi to the church where Peggy's friends and family were all gathered. Though most of Peggy's family lived in D.C, the woman wanted to be buried in her home land. A country AJ spent most her time during the war. Their base had been located in London, and after each mission, they gone back to London until they were needed again. It still felt like home, even after all these years. All that was missing was Bucky.

Sam and AJ entered the church, Steve staying behind to help Peggy's family carry in her casket. "How are you doing?" Sam asked once they were seated.

She smiled softly at him. "Trying to be strong for Steve."

Sam frowned. "You're allowed to grieve too, Jay."

"Trust me," She said with a sigh. "I've grieved."

The sound of the choir boys singing silenced the two, AJ resting her purse in her lap as she looked over her shoulder to watch the casket being carried in, Steve at the very front, holding it up as he walked into the church. Tears swelled in her eyes as she saw that his own tears had already fallen, cheeks wet and eyes red. He wasn't holding it in anymore.

They placed the casket in front of a large photo of Peggy, taken in the 40's during the war. That was the Peggy AJ remembered. The woman had been so fierce and kind and brave. AJ sniffled, looking at the image. And then she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder. Steve was standing at the pew, cheeks still wet with tears. AJ scooted down, making room for him to sit as the priest began the funeral.

After giving a sermon, the priest stepped aside, allowing family to speak. "And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter to come up and say a few words."

AJ watched as a blonde woman walked up, standing tall as she breathed in deeply. She recognized her as Agent 13, the woman tasked to watch over Steve in D.C -- AJ hadn't known she was Peggy's niece. And from the look on Steve's face when she began to speak, he didn't know either.

"Margaret Carter was known to most as the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. But I just knew her as Aunt Peggy." Sharon spoke sweetly, her eyes lingering on Steve who sat with his mouth open in shock. AJ nudged him a little, causing Steve to finally close his mouth, shifting in his seat in embarrassment. "She had a photograph in her office," Sharon told them all. "Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid, that was pretty cool -- but it was a lot to live up to." Her eyes lingered on Steve again. "Which was why I never told anyone we were related." AJ looked over at Steve, watching him slowly nod his head in understanding. Sharon continued on. "I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said, compromise where you can. Where you can't -- don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right, Even if the whole world is telling you to move, It is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say, No. You move."

AJ smiled. Of course Peggy would tell Sharon that. It helped her see that her choice not to sign the Accords was the right one. No matter how badly Tony petitioned for her to sign them -- she would refuse. She'd plant herself like a tree and tell him no. She'd tell the government to go to hell. Because she knew in her heart that the Accords were wrong. Like Peggy, she was sticking to what she believed in.

It was her way of honoring her one last time.

_

Steve stood in the middle of the empty church, a million thoughts running wild in his mind. It was a beautiful church, one he imagined Peggy going to as a child. He couldn't help but wonder if he had survived the war, would they have gotten married in this church? Would their children have been baptized here? London was important to Peggy, Steve wouldn't have minded moving across the pond for her. As long as she was happy and they were together -- it's all that mattered. Those thoughts only caused his chest to tighten and to create an ache in his gut.

The sound of heels on the ground making their way over to him caused Steve to sigh, thinking AJ had come in to check up on him. He would be grateful for her presence, wanting to silence his thoughts for a while. However, when Steve turned around slowly, it was Natasha walking up to him. He smiled in surprise, not expecting to see her. She slowly made her way over to him, and Steve leaned against one of the pews.

"When I came out of the ice...I thought everyone I had known was gone. When I found out she was alive...I was just lucky to have her."

Natasha smiled softly at him. "She had you back too." She reminded him.

Steve closed his eyes, wishing he could have been there more for Peggy. But his job had taken priority. It was a joke for him to think he'd ever have a normal life. Even now -- the Accords. Even with him not signing it, he still wouldn't be able to have a life. He looked at Natasha, swallowing hard. "Who else signed?" He asked.

She was quiet for a moment, but after breathing in deeply, she answered him. "Tony. Rhodey. Vision."

"Clint?" He asked, not having heard anything from the man.

"Said he's retired." Natasha answered with a little smirk.

"Wanda?" He asked next.

"TBD." She said honestly. After a sigh, Natasha stepped forward. "I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords." She told him. "There's plenty of room on the jet." Steve sighed at her words. "Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path. Staying together is more important than how we stay together." Natasha tried to tell him.

"What are we giving up to do it?" He asked, hands shoved in his pockets. "I'm sorry, Nat.I can't sign it."

Natasha smiled softly at him. "I know." She said. "Adge said the same thing. Sam as well."

If she knew they wouldn't sign it -- why fly all the way to London to simply be told no? "Then what are you doing here?" He asked her, curious.

Natasha looked away from Steve for a moment, shaking her head. "I know you have AJ and Sam here with you but..." She sighed. "I didn't want you to be alone." She told him. "I wanted to be here for you." Steve smiled softly at the red head. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she pulled him into a hug. Their time in D.C had made them closer, Steve knew that. But he was still surprised that Natasha would fly all this way to be there for him. He hugged her back tightly, whispering his thanks.

"Nat?" Someone said from the back of the church. Steve let go of Natasha, looking in the direction of the voice. A woman with long blonde hair stood at the end of the pews, dressed in a dark black pant suit. It was Dr. Jordan Conners. Natasha's other half. "You ready?" She asked.

Natasha nodded her head, looking to Steve one last time with a soft smile before leaving him.

He knew he should have probably walked her out, but he wanted to stay in the church just a little bit longer. To stay with Peggy. He knew that AJ and Sam would understand. He took a seat in the pew, looking at Peggy's picture . "I'm sorry I missed our date." He apologized to her.

Steve hoped that she could hear him.

Hoped that she forgave him.

_

VIENNA

"I didn't expect so much press." Jordan said, watching from the window as more people arrived for the Accords.

"It's a big deal." Natasha moved to stand next to Jordan. She smiled, pushing a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ears. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Of course." Jordan smiled, turning to face Natasha. "I wasn't going to let you do this on your own."

Natasha smiled, her fingers lightly brushing against Jordan's. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You're always on my side, even when you don't believe what I'm doing is right." She smirked, knowing Jordan's true feelings about the Accords.

"Well," Jordan smirked right back at Natasha, grabbing her hand. "I'd be a pretty shitty girlfriend if I didn't." She teased. "Besides, it's not like anyone is asking me to sign it. I'm not a superhero."

Natasha scoffed at her words. "I hate when you say that."

"You are though!" Jordan grinned. "You save the world on a daily basis. You save people's lives."

"So do you, Doctor. " Natasha reminded Jordan.

Jordan shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, but I don't fight aliens or robots." She said, making a face. "I save people from the common flu or scrapes and burns."

"You save me." Natasha smiled causing Jordan to blush. She chuckled low, liking the way Jordan's cheeks flared red. Usually it was the other way around with Jordan making Natasha blush. She felt pride in that moment.

Jordan, still blushing, playfully squinted her eyes at Natasha. "I'm going to make you pay for that."

Natasha laughed, moving forward and whispering in Jordan's ear. "That's what I'm hoping for."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Go do your rounds. I'll be here when it's over." She tilted her head in the direction of the room Natasha needed to go into.

Natasha leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Jordan's lips before letting go of her hand, pulling away as she headed towards the door. She looked over her shoulder, watching as Jordan turned back to face the large window, looking down at the street. Natasha sighed, completely enamored with the woman.

She left, shutting the door behind her as she walked into the large room. She walked forward, recognizing a few of the world leaders in the room. A UN staffer walked up to Natasha, asking her to sign privacy waiver which she quickly did. "Thank you." The woman nodded to Natasha before walking away. Natasha forced a smile, trying to pretend that she actually was happy to be here. Really, this was the last place she wanted to be. But she needed to represent the Avengers; be the face. Usually that was Tony or Steve but with Steve refusing to sign and Tony off working, that left Natasha.

A deep voice caused Natasha to turn around and face it. "I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight." T'Challa, the prince of Wakanda walked up to her with a soft smile. He was handsome with dark skin, chocolate eyes, and dressed in a rather expensive looking suit. That surprised Natasha, seeing as Wakanda was one of the world's poorest countries. But she supposed the royal family didn't exactly slum it when it came to clothing.

Natasha smiled, stepping forward. "Well," She told him. "It's not always so flattering."

He chuckled, smiling at the red head. "You seem to be doing alright so far, considering your last trip to Capitol Hill," He said, causing Natasha to smirk slightly. "I wouldn't think you'd be particularly comfortable in this company."

"I'm not." Natasha spoke honestly.

T'Challa smiled. "That alone makes me glad that you are here, Ms. Romanoff."

"Why?" Natasha questioned him. "You don't approve of all of this?"

"The Accords?" He nodded his head. "Yes. The politics? Not really." T'Challa sighed as he looked around the room again, shaking his head at the number of people. He then looked back at Natasha. "Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move a piano." A new voice that Natasha recognized said from her side. It was King T'Chaka, T'Challa's father.

T'Challa grinned at his father, the two speaking quietly in their native language, a language that Natasha had not yet mastered.

T'Chaka then looked to Natasha. "Ms. Romanoff," He greeted her with a serious expression.

"King T'Chaka," She spoke softly. "Please allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria."

"Thank you." He nodded his head. "Thank you for agreeing to all of this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today."

"Yes, so am I." Natasha said, forcing a smile.

A man's voice on the speaker system echoed in the room. "If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session."

"That is the future calling." T'Challa said, looking to his father. He then looked to Natasha, smiling. "Such a pleasure." He shook her hand.

Natasha grinned, returning the gesture before leaving the pair. She took her seat, eyes on T'Chaka and T'Challa still speaking to one another, a smile on both of their faces. Natasha felt something stir inside her as T'Chaka lovingly placed his hand on his son's cheek and how T'Challa had kissed his father's hand. They must be close, she mused, wondering what it was like to have a relationship with a parent -- or, parents. Hers had sold her. They had never touched her in a loving manner. They had sold her and she had become a killer. Not T'Challa. He had love from his parents, it was clear to see. She felt envious.

T'Chaka left his son and walked to the stage, standing in front of the podium, and began to speak to the crowd.

"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy." T'Chaka said. "Those men and women killed in Nigeria were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let this misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world that we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative. Wakanda is proud to extend it's hand in peace,"

The sound of dogs barking loudly outside the building, followed by men shouting caused Natasha to pull her attention away from T'Chaka, and over to where T'Challa stood, looking out the window. He tensed before turning quickly, sprinting over to where his father stood as he yelled, "Everybody get down!"

Natasha grabbed the woman next to her, both of them hitting the ground just as an explosion went off, causing windows to break all around them and a fire to start. After the blast, Natasha sat up, looking down at the woman she had covered to make sure she was okay. Her eyes went to T'Challa, who cried over his father's lifeless body, wailing out in agony. Her hand moved to her mouth, a sob threatening to escape at the sight. But then Natasha remembered Jordan was waiting for her just outside the room. "No," She whispered, jumping over the table and out of the room. She swung the door open see that the area was completely destroyed. "Jordan!" She screamed, calling out for her. "Jordan!"

The sound of coughing caused Natasha to snap in the direction of the sound, running over to where part of the building had collapsed.

"Nat?" A strangled voice called and Natasha heard herself let out a cry, pushing off the bits of debris were in the way of a table. Jordan's hand shot out, shaky and covered in blood. Natasha grabbed it, shoving the table away with her free hand, and pulled Jordan to safety.

The blonde woman coughed as Natasha pulled her into an embrace, wet eyes causing her vision to blur as she hugged onto Jordan tightly. "We need to get you to a hospital." Natasha said, her voice shaking.

"I'm okay." Jordan coughed. "I jumped behind the table when I realized what was happening."

Natasha pulled away from Jordan, hands moving to cup her ashy cheeks. "I love you." She told her, watching as Jordan's eyes softened.

"Really?" She barked out a laugh. "Getting blown up is what finally got you to say you love me?"

Natasha moved forward and pressed her lips to Jordan's. Don't ever leave me, she whispered against her lips. I wouldn't survive it.

_

LONDON

AJ and Sam sat at the bar in the hotel, watching as Steve and Sharon walked into the building, Steve listening intently to what Sharon was telling him. "Did you know?" Sam asked AJ, causing the woman to look away from the building's entrance. "That Sharon was Peggy's niece?"

"No." She shook her head, taking a drink of her whiskey. "I only ever knew her as Agent 13." AJ glanced over at Sharon. "All the stories I've ever heard about indicated that she was a total badass." She smiled softly, thinking of what a badass Peggy was as well. "I should have known she was related to Peg."

"Did you know Steve and her kinda had a thing?" Sam asked next, smirking at AJ when she looked back at him.

She playfully rolled her eyes, bringing her drink to her lips and taking a small sip. "I knew that they had a flirtation going on." She said, after swallowing the liquid. "And that Steve was a jackass after he found out she worked for S.H.I.E.L.D and blew his chances to hell."

Sam chuckled, nodding his head. "But he likes her." He said. "He even asked Natasha for her name."

"Well, now he knows it." AJ said, watching as Steve walked Sharon to the elevator. "I'm going to go get dressed into something more breathable." She sat down her half finished drink on the counter. Sam looked at the drink and then back at AJ, raising his brow. "Put it on Steve's room tab." AJ said with a smirk before leaving Sam at the bar, chuckling to himself.

She looked towards the elevators, seeing that Sharon and Steve were still waiting for their own, and decided to give the two privacy, so she headed for the stairs. When she got to her room, AJ slipped out of her pair of heels and let out a sigh of relief, her feet finally free. Back in the 40's, AJ had always worn heels (minus when she was out in the field for the SSR), but with the freedom of being able to wear flats and boots in this time, she really couldn't fathom how she had been able to walk around in heels for as long as she had.

AJ walked into her bathroom, looking in the mirror as she took off her pearl earrings and then turned on the sink so she could wash her face. When she was done, she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, leaving it lying on the bathroom floor as she walked back into her room and pulled out a pair of blue jeans, a dark red tank top, and a black leather jacket to put on. AJ had told Sam that she'd show him around London and tell him about what it was like during the war, so she figured the outfit she chose would be comfortable enough, especially with a pair of cozy boots to go along with it. She had just finished putting on her outfit when the sound of someone pounding on her door caused her to jump.

"Jay, open up!" Sam said from the other side of the door.

She huffed, frustrated by the loud noise. "I didn't take that long." She said as she opened the door, only to see a look of panic written on Sam's face. "What happened?" AJ asked, knowing something had gone wrong.

Sam took her back to Steve's hotel room where he stood with his arms folded over his chest, watching the news. Sharon was on her phone, pacing around the room. AJ's eyes landed on the TV, footage of an explosion showing.

"A bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna." AJ inhaled sharply, knowing Natasha and Jordan were there. "More than 70 people have been injured, at least 12 are dead , including Wakanda's king T'Chaka." The screen changed from the building to a parking garage, where the news van had been parked. "Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes: the Winter Soldier."

"No." AJ shook her head as a blurred picture of what appeared to be Bucky, flashed on the screen. No, it's not him, she told herself. Not believing it. She didn't listen to the rest of what the news anchor said; instead, she focused on the picture and tried her hardest to find proof in the image that it wasn't Bucky. But the more she looked at the picture, the less certainty she had that it wasn't him.

Steve looked over his shoulder where AJ stood in the doorway of his room. Her eyes locked with his and she shook her head.

"It's been two years." AJ said in a whisper. "Why now?"

Steve swallowed hard, looking to AJ. "We're going to Vienna." He told her. She nodded her head. He pulled her aside, away from Sharon and Sam. "We'll find him before anyone else."

"We have to." She told him, knowing that if someone else found Bucky -- God, she didn't even want to think about what they'd do to him.

_

VIENNA

Jordan was on the quinjet back to New York. It was the safest place for her to be. Though she had argued with Natasha about going, she finally agreed, knowing it was the only option. Natasha looked around at the people surrounding the wreckage of the building. Firefighters, police, FBI, CIA. Sharon Carter was there, working with the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Task Force. Sirens were still wailing in the distance and Natasha could hardly concentrate on her own breathing. That's when she saw T'Challa sitting on a bench near the ambulances by himself, suit covered in his father's blood and ash from the fire.

She moved slowly over to the bench across from him, taking a seat as she turned her body to face his. He stared blankly ahead, unaware of her presence.

"I'm very sorry." Natasha apologized, causing T'Challa to finally look over in her direction. He was holding a ring, a ring she had noticed his father wearing when she had shook his hand earlier. Natasha felt uneasy, a feeling of nausea settling in her stomach. She swallowed hard, knowing there was nothing else she could say to him to make him feel any better.

T'Challa looked away from her and straight forward again. "In my culture death is not the end. It's more of a stepping off point." He said, still not looking at Natasha. "You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet...they lead you into the green veldt where you run forever."

Natasha nodded her head. "That sounds very peaceful." She said, hoping it would give T'Challa some comfort. But when he looked over at her, she could see in his eyes that it didn't.

"My father thought so." T'Challa slid the ring onto his finger. "I am not my father." He said, his voice hard and detached.

She knew that tone. She recognized the look in his eyes. He wanted revenge. "T'Challa," Natasha said in a serious tone. "The task force will decide who bring in Barnes."

T'Challa stood up, his hand balled into a fist. "Don't bother, Ms. Romanoff," He told her. "I'll kill him myself." He stalked away, leaving Natasha sitting alone on the bench.

She sighed, knowing there was nothing she could say to stop him. The sound of her phone going off caused Natasha to look down at her hand, an unknown number on the screen. She answered the phone, putting it to her ear. "Yeah,"

"You alright?"

Steve.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks." She told him. "I got lucky."

"And Jordan?"

"On her way back to New York as we speak. She got pretty banged up, but she'll be fine...how's Adge?" She asked. He didn't answer her, but Natasha could hear sirens on Steve's line -- the same sirens she was hearing. She stood up, discreetly scanning the area. "She with you?" Steve didn't answer again. Natasha sighed. "Look, I know how much Barnes means to you guys, I really do." She stressed. "But you need to stay home. You will only make this worse. For all of us. Please. "

"Are you saying you'll arrest me?" Steve asked her.

"No," She said, frustrated by his question. "But someone will if you interfere. That's how it works now."

"If he's this far gone, Nat...I should be the one to bring him in."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the one least likely to die trying."

He hung up.

"Shit." Natasha cursed.

There was no stopping Steve when it came to Bucky. She just hoped he wouldn't drag AJ along with him. She didn't think straight when it came to Barnes, they were all very aware of that -- hopefully Steve saw that too.

_

"She okay?" AJ asked as Steve sat down, two seats away from her. She wore a beanie and sunglasses, hiding her face as much as possible. Steve nodded his head. "And Jordan?"

"Safe."

Sam walked up to them, sitting at the end of the counter with a plate of pie in his hands. "She tell you to stay out of it?" He asked, dressed in a baseball cap and sunglasses; the same as Steve, who didn't answer Sam's question. "She might have a point."

"Shut up, Sam." AJ hissed, looking over at him briefly.

"He'd do it for me." Steve said, stopping the two from getting into an argument.

"1945, maybe." Sam replied. "I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you, usually wind up shooting at me."

Sharon stood next to AJ, looking at the menu instead of her. "Tips have been pouring in since the footage went public. Everyone thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it is noise, except for this." She said, sliding a file over to AJ. "My boss expects briefing pretty much now so that's all the head start you're gonna get."

"Thank you." AJ said, placing the file on her lap.

"You're going to have to hurry." Sharon told them. "We have orders to shoot on sight." She walked way, leaving them.

When she was gone, AJ put the file back on the table, opening it slightly to reveal Bucky's location. Bucharest, Romania. She frowned, her mind flashed with memories of her mission to Bucharest. It was where she first ran into the Winter Soldier, not knowing it was Bucky -- it's where he had killed Theodore Adams. Why the hell would Bucky hide out there?

But it was so obvious.

It was the last place she'd ever look.