Steve and T'Challa had boarded their jet and taken off within the hour of discovering Clint's family was in danger. It had taken all of Steve's willpower to do so, and as they continued to fly further from New York, he became more and more restless, certain he had made the wrong choice. He and Natasha worked better together than apart. He shook his head, but he had made a promise. Natasha needed to be able to trust him. He sank into a chair and listened to see if he could hear her. He felt her immediately, she had not put up her shield. He felt his anxiety soften, recognizing the gesture as Natasha's intent to keep her promise to return. He knew how much easier it would be for her to put up the shield and just not think about him, but she had left their connection open. Steve didn't speak to her, leaving her to her own thoughts, but he remained connected, comforting himself with the sound of her mind. As he travelled further and further from her, the connection became softer, harder to hear.

"We are arriving Captain," T'Challa said, pulling Steve from his thoughts.

Steve nodded, "Good. We can start making a plan."

The jet touched down on the landing dock gently and the door opened with a hiss. Steve unbuckled himself and walked towards it, his mind with Natasha. Suddenly he froze, all thoughts of her put on hold as he struggled to understand what he was seeing. The breath went out of him with a whoosh, and his steps faltered and stopped. There, standing before him was James Buchanan Barnes. Steve opened his mouth but no words came out, and Bucky laughed. The sound of it was from another time, back when he and Bucky had been carefree friends, young and naive. Bucky's eyes creased as he smiled broadly at him, "What? Nothing to say? Turns out Wakandans are fairly brilliant when it comes to technology."

Steve ran down the ramp and wrapped his friend in a fierce hug. He pulled away and put his hands on his shoulders, "It worked? The Hydra tech... is it.."

"Gone," Bucky said with a grin. I haven't felt this good about myself since I fished you out of that dumpster on 15th street. They woke me a few days ago, but didn't want to tell you until they were sure it was safe. Come to find out you were headed my way!"

Steve laughed, 'Buck, it's so good to see you. So much has happened since you've been out."

Bucky looked serious, "How is Natasha?"

Steve couldn't stop a smile from spreading over his face, "She's…great. I mean she woke from her coma. A lot has happened."

Bucky smiled a mischievous smile, "I'm happy for you Steve." Steve suddenly was serious, "Bucky I need your help."

Bucky nodded a greeting to T'Challa who was coming down the ramp. "Of course, whatever you need."

Steve looked at T'Challa, "Let's go somewhere so we can fill Bucky in. We need a plan."