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Steve unbuttoned his lab coat and laid it over his arm as he walked briskly out of the building. He made a beeline for the cafe that Bucky sat at and pulled up a chair to sit across from him. He looked back at the building, tapping his foot rapidly against the concrete, "She wasn't in there. I don't know where she is."

"I'm sure she's fine," Bucky answered, studying Steve's expression. "Are you okay?"

"I'm going back in for her." Steve started to stand but Bucky grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the seat. Steve squirmed under his friend's grip but sat back into the chair anyway. "What if they have her Buck?"

"They don't. Give her a minute," Bucky hissed as the waitress appeared to refill his coffee and take Steve's order. Steve shook his head at the waitress and lifted his hand, telling her he was fine. Bucky leaned into his chair and sipped his coffee as he looked up at the building, "Have a little faith in your wife. You said she wasn't there when you saw the lab. She'll be out any minute."

Suddenly, Steve reached across the table and smacked Bucky on his right bicep, nodding toward the building over his shoulder. Barnes looked past Steve to see the Medranos leaving the building as an alarm began to sound. The doors were slammed closed and locked moments after their escape. Steve twitched like he was going to spring to his feet, but Bucky had planted his vibranium arm onto his shoulder to keep him down.

Armed guards took their places outside the building and the local police sirens were heard in the distance. Bucky stood and pointed toward the hotel casually, "Wanna take a walk?"

"No."

"Well, we're walking. Let's go." Bucky led Steve away, but the blonde kept looking over his shoulder nervously for the sight of his wife. Barnes led Steve around the corner of the hospital, and a crack was heard from up ahead. They looked at each other, and then looked up to see a window being shoved up several stories high. Bucky chuckled as Kayla leaned out the window to see her husband and friend below, "Well I'll be damned."

Steve stumbled back a step and Kayla looked both ways before pulling her briefcase out the window. She pointed to it, and then tossed it out the window to Steve. The former Captain caught it easily, but the question of Kayla's escape was still up in the air.

"How far up do you think she is?" Bucky asked as he held his hand to the sky, blocking the sun as Kayla tried to find a way out. She'd already rid herself of her lab coat, so Kayla wasn't trying to hide anymore.

Steve tilted his head back and forth, his mouth ajar as he saw what Barnes was thinking, "At least fifteen floors up."

"How fast would she fall?"

"That's not funny."

"I wasn't kidding." Bucky and Steve turned to look at each other as Kayla looked over her shoulder, something inside the building catching her attention. "She's going to jump."

Steve groaned loudly as he planted his feet below the open window that Kayla was leaning out of. She smiled and backed up before taking a running start and diving out the open window as a pair of guards leaned out after her. Kayla positioned her body to land on her back, spreading her arms in an attempt to slow herself down.

Steve and Bucky worked together to catch her, creating a net in their arms for her to fall into. When she crashed into them, Steve stumbled a little, but Bucky took the brunt of the hit with his metal arm below her lower back. "Thanks, boys."

"Yeah, no problem. Let's get out of here." Steve winced as Bucky helped Kayla to her feet. Once standing she rubbed her lower back, feeling the sting of landing on the metal arm. Steve grabbed Kayla's hand and yanked her behind a corner as more police officers started running their way, "Let's get out of here. Did you do it?"

Kayla discarded her wig and took off running alongside her husband, "I did. Took a leap of faith with which vial they needed. I was right. They took the one I rendered useless, and another empty vial. So I'd say we're in the clear."

Several guards followed quickly behind the trio as they walked down the street. Barnes pulled off his jacket and handed it to Steve, then ducked down an alleyway to separate the group. Steve saw the local police coming around the corner toward the hospital and stopped abruptly, pulling Kayla into a passionate kiss as they passed. Both Steve and Kayla watched the officers trot away before they unlocked their lips, and Kayla exhaled loudly as she fell into Steve's chest. Steve pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, holding his lips there as he watched to make sure nobody else was coming. "I think we're in the clear."

"Which means our work in Geneva is done," Kayla answered as she looked up, pushing down Steve's nose with her index finger so his lips could reach hers. After a chaste kiss, she added, "Let's go back to the kids. I'm sure Tessa would like a break."

"Maybe you want a break too?" Steve suggested as he wrapped his arm around Kayla's shoulders and started walking back.

Kayla snorted, looking down at her feet, "I might just take you up on that. But we aren't done quite yet. We still need to capture the scientists."

"We can call in the Avengers for that," Steve replied, but Kayla just shrugged. Steve's brow rose curiously as he looked down at his girl, "What?"

"Honestly, I'd rather see them dead," Kayla answered quietly as she stared straight ahead. Steve took a deep breath and kept walking, not wanting to have this conversation with his wife in public.

Steve led Kayla into the hotel elevator, holding down the doors closed button so nobody could join them. They stood side-by-side in silence as the elevator rose, occasionally sparing a glance back and forth. Kayla lowered her head shyly and scratched behind her ear, "You know, after all these years, I still get butterflies when you look at me like that."

"Oh?" Steve asked coyly, leaning over to hit the stop button. "Like this?" Steve leaned closer to her, pinning Kayla against the mirrored wall. He lowered his head and captured her lips in his.

Kayla reached forward and grabbed a chunk of Steve's hair as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She pulled herself flush against him and one of his hands stayed planted on the wall while the other lowered itself down to her back to keep her pressed against him.

"Steve..." Kayla breathed as she tangled her fingers in his blonde hair, "We should get back to the kids." Although she was suggesting they stop, Kayla couldn't bring herself to pull away.

"Between work and the kids we never get a moment to ourselves. Don't finish it before it's over." Steve breathed huskily into Kay's ear and she shivered when he caught her lips again. He moved his hand to hold the back of her head, keeping her trapped against him.

All of a sudden they were both aware of a buzzing coming from Kayla's pocket, a sign that their moment had finally come to an end. They pulled apart sadly so Kayla could check her phone and Steve hit the button to start the elevator back up.

"It's Barnes, he's asking where we are," Kayla mumbled as the doors opened to their floor. Steve grabbed her hand and led her to their room just as Tessa swung open the door.

"Oh! Bucky was wondering if you two got lost!" She said quickly with a smile. Steve leaned around the short brunette to see his son bouncing on the bed, head about to bash into the ceiling. "The kids have missed you guys."

"Mmhm. I'm sure they have." Kayla teased as she moved past Tessa into the room, seeing that Sarah had her entire bed full of colored pencils and papers discarded while her brother got out some of his energy by breaking the mattress.

"Mom! Mom! We went to this really boring street and Sarah spent two hours drawing and I'm so bored. Please take me somewhere fun, please!"

Kayla raised her finger to James's face to tell him to stop talking while she gathered her thoughts, "Dinner. We'll get dinner. That's always fun for you." James bounced off the bed and landed on his feet, sidling up next to his mother while Steve sat on the bed with Sarah and watched her draw. Kayla wrapped her arms around her son and leaned her chin on his head as she addressed her husband, "You hungry?"

"Always." Steve teased with a wink, rubbing Sarah's back as she shaded a picture of some flowers she had seen earlier, "You ready for dinner, kiddo?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Well, you're going to eat." Kayla informed the child, "Why don't you organize your drawings so we can go out, okay?"

While Sarah began putting her things together, Kayla turned to look into the other room, seeing Bucky pull on a long-sleeved sweater, "You guys want to join us for dinner?"

"I think we'll pass tonight. You guys go and have fun. We're just gonna stay in and rest." Bucky answered. He leaned his back against the wall and looked out the window. "Today was too easy."

"Don't complain about that. It usually isn't." Kayla pointed at the man, "You guys enjoy your night in. We'll see you in the morning."

"I'd like the Magret de Canard, por favor." James asked politely and the waiter narrowed his eyes as Kayla's laugh erupted as a loud snort.

"That's Spanish, honey." Kayla chuckled quietly before placing Sarah's, Steve's and her own orders. She handed the waiter the folded cloth-covered menus back and turned to look at her son, "You know what Magret de Canard is, don't you?"

"The picture looked like meat. That's all the matters." James answered with a content smile, leaning back into his chair. He looked from his mother to his father, finding Steve staring blankly out the large windows to the street beyond. "Dad? Dad, you okay? What'cha lookin at?"

Kayla's head darted up to see Steve entranced in his own thoughts, "Steve?"

"I'm not feeling great. I'm gonna head back to the hotel. Can you pack up my dinner and bring it back for me, Kay?" Steve asked quietly, swallowing hard as his focus stayed locked out the windows. "I'll see you in a while." Steve pushed away from the table and leaned down to kiss his wife gently, ruffling his son's hair as he left his family to eat alone.

"Should we go with him? I'm not really hungry anyway. Can I make sure he gets home safe Mom?" Sarah tugged on her mother's sleeve. The little blonde huffed as her mother ignored her, looking toward her brother for direction on what to do.

Kayla watched Steve go, seeing him look both ways quickly before darting back in the direction of the hotel. She narrowed her eyes, realizing something was wrong, but she took too long to understand that her daughter was trying to get her attention. Once Steve disappeared from view, she looked around the restaurant quickly to see if there were any threats nearby.

Kayla finally turned to look at Sarah, finding her chair empty. "Where's your sister?" She asked James quickly, scanning the room again with newfound panic.

"She asked if she could go with Dad. You didn't answer, so I told her to just go quick. That's okay, right?" James informed his mother, quickly realizing he'd made a mistake as Kayla's lip quivered nervously, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Kayla looked over at her son and forced a weak smile that came across as more of a grimace, "Oh, I'm sure they'll be just fine. Just a strange city, you know. We don't really know our way around, and it could be dangerous. I just want to make sure she found him okay." A shiver went down Kayla's spine as she pulled out her phone to call her husband, but he didn't answer.

"Will we be okay?" James inquired quietly as his duck dish was placed in front of him. Kayla asked the waiter for four boxes and the check, and James added bravely, "I'll protect you Mom. I promise, nothing will happen to you, and Dad will make sure nothing bad happens to Sarah."

Kayla nodded thoughtlessly, hoping this whole ordeal was just paranoia, "I know honey. Everything is going to be just fine." Kayla pulled out her phone and dialed Steve again, only to be sent to voicemail once more.

Down the street, Steve's phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, knowing he had a small window to figure out if it really was the two scientists he'd seen walking by. He looked down a dirty alleyway, and then over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. He was jittery after making brief eye contact with the man, and he wanted to know where they were hiding to make sure they wouldn't be causing any more trouble.

"Dad!" Sarah's voice echoed behind Steve and he turned to see her slowly jogging toward him, wheezing as she moved. He quickly moved to her, wrapping her into a hug as she panted into his chest. "I tried to catch you! I wanted to make sure you got back to the hotel safe."

"Did your mother say you could come with me?" Steve asked sternly, looking over Sarah's head toward the restaurant they'd come from.

"No. She wasn't listening to me, so I just tried to catch you. You seem upset. I wanted to make sure you were alright." Sarah explained quickly, resting her pale cheek against Steve's red cotton shirt. "You aren't alright. I can tell."

Steve knelt down and rubbed his thumb against his daughter's cheek. "I'm not feeling great, and I appreciate you worrying about me, but you can't run off like that. Your mom's having a heart attack right about now." Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, seeing the eight missed calls were all from Kayla. He pressed his thumb to the screen, bringing it to life and calling his wife back, "Hey, she's with me."

"Steve, I was so terrified, I've been calling you for ten minutes! What if something had happened to her? I've been looking everywhere for you both! You aren't between the restaurant and the hotel." Kayla whined on the other end, her voice breaking as she tried to disguise her anguish as anger.

"I know. I'm sorry. I got lost." Steve lied quietly, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and his daughter to his chest with the other. "We'll be back soon, I promise."

"You better. And you better have a stern talk with your daughter about running off." Kayla snarled and Steve could hear James taunting Sarah through the receiver behind his mother before the line clicked.

"Is Mom really mad?" Sarah asked sadly, knowing her father was less likely to scream at her than her hot-headed mother.

"Yes. But I'll take care of it." Steve answered and Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, safe and sound in her father's strong arms. It was then that Steve looked up beyond her shoulder and saw Izetta Medrano staring at him with piercing dark eyes and a wicked smile.