Bucky watched his friend sadly as he twitched and moved in his sleep. It had been two days since Natasha's death, and still they were no closer to finding her body. Steve had not eaten, his conversation short and strained. Bucky was glad to see him sleeping, Steve's body finally overriding his mind in his exhaustion. Bucky drew circles in the dirt with a stick, glancing up at Steve occasionally. Something needed to be done. Steve needed closure.

Suddenly, Steve sat bolt upright with a gasp, a sheen of sweat covering his face.

"Natasha!"

Bucky got up and went to him, putting a hand firmly on his shoulder, "Steve, it was a dream." Steve shook his hand off and stood looking around wildly.

"No Buck. She's in trouble. I heard her! She's alive! We have to go!" His face was lit up with fierce joy, he started to turn and run back the way they had come but Bucky stopped him forcefully, "Steve. You were asleep. Natasha died two days ago remember?"

"No Buck you don't understand how our connection works. I swear to you I heard her! Just now she woke me, called my name! I don't know how but she's alive I am certain of it." Steve choked on a hysterical laugh as he tried to dodge past Bucky, "But she's in trouble, we have to go!" Steve's eyes were wild, rimmed red with exhaustion and grief. There was a hardness to him that Bucky hadn't seen before. Bucky shook his head sadly, still standing firmly in Steve's way, "Steve…" Steve seized Bucky by the shoulders and gave him a shake, "You have to believe me Buck!"

Bucky jerked away from him, his patience waning, "Steve stop this! You cannot live in a delusion! Natasha is gone! I'm so sorry but that's the truth. I can't bear to see you this way!"

Steve turned away from him and started quickly gathering his things, "You have got to listen to me Buck. I was asleep, but I wasn't dreaming. She's woken me like this before from inside my head. She's alive."

Bucky watched him, his expression exasperated, "Steve, Barton saw everything. Natasha is -"

At that moment a branch overhead cracked and came crashing down towards them. Bucky and Steve leaped out of the way just in time. Coming down with the branch was a young woman, landing unceremoniously at their feet among the broken twigs and pine needles. She coughed as the breath was knocked out of her, a look of panic on her face. She leapt to her feet at the sight of Bucky and Steve staring down at her in astonishment, racing to the edge of the treeline before Steve caught up with her. He grabbed her arm firmly, "Wait!" She turned and aimed a vicious kick at his groin, making Steve flinch to protect himself and lose his grip on her. She took off again but Bucky headed her off. Getting in front he held up his hands, "Just wait! We don't want to hurt you!"

The girl laughed a bitter laugh and dodged him, but Steve caught her arm again pinning both to her sides and pressed her against a tree. "Stop," he said firmly, "We need to talk." The girl glared at him, her green eyes practically sparking with electric rage. He stared at her for a moment in shock. The girl looked to be about seventeen years old, her petite frame and small features making him think of Natasha. Her dark hair curled over her shoulders, twigs tangled into it from her fall. It felt wrong to restrain her so forcefully, she was so young and small, but Steve pushed the thought away. If she had information about Natasha, he would find out, no matter what that meant. Taking advantage of his pause, the girl struck a knee into Steve's stomach. Steve absorbed the blow with minor difficulty, deftly stealing a knife from the girls combat style boot and swiftly pressing it to her throat. She froze. Steve was silent a moment before speaking, "I am in a hurry, and I don't have time for your adolescent, sub par, spy games. Tell me who you are and why you are here."

The girl spat at him, saying something in Russian that Steve didn't understand.

Bucky's eyes went wide, "She's a widow Steve. I'd bet you my last dollar. She just said a few words you wouldn't appreciate me repeating. That girl has a mouth..."

Steve nodded and frowned, his knife hand steady at her throat, "Not a very good Widow… She fell out of a tree..."

Bucky shrugged, "Well she's very young." He examined her face carefully, the girl jutted her chin pridefully. "She even looks like a Widow, beautiful, unassuming, deadly."

Steve nodded, "Reminds me of Nat."

Bucky circled her, tying off her wrists so Steve could take the knife away. He pulled a communication device from her belt, an unfinished message still lighting the screen. Bucky's eyes narrowed as he read it out loud in English for Steve's benefit, "The captain suspects about the asset-"

Bucky looked up at Steve in wonder, his heart lightening, "Steve, is this possible?" Steve didn't answer, but searched the girl carefully, disarming her from about a dozen weapons hidden all over her person. The girls shirt was torn from her fall, hanging ripped over her shoulder. As he searched her, he noticed a tattoo peeking it's way out of her collar. He pulled aside the material to reveal a red hourglass design on her left shoulder. He let out a shaky breath. " She's with them. They have Nat. Why?"

Bucky stared wide eyed at the tattoo, "Steve can you hear Nat now?"

Steve closed his eyes to listen. He frowned, "I… I do hear something but I don't think it's her… At least it doesn't sound familiar. Usually her mind is very clear, but all I hear is, well it sounds like radio static in a way." He opened his eyes, frustrated. "We need her to give us the information. Bucky ask her."

Bucky turned to the girl and spoke in flawless Russian, "Where are they keeping Natasha Romanov?"

The girl smirked and looked away. Bucky grabbed her chin and turned her to face him, "Tell us where she is being kept." The girl just smiled infuriatingly, not saying a word. Steve pushed him aside, looming over her, "Tell us!" The girl laughed this time, and soon they saw why. Her hands sprung out from behind her, no longer tied and she swung at Steve before bounding away into the treeline.

Tony Stark's forehead was scrunched in frustrated concentration as he pounded away at his keyboard searching for anything that would lead them to Darya Sokolov. He pushed away from the desk suddenly in frustration. The door to the lab slid open and Clint walked in, still wearing the haunted look he had adopted in the last few days. Tony looked at him, and Clint shook his head.

"I can't find a damn thing. It's like she just disappeared! Where the hell is she?!" He kicked the trash bin in frustration. Tony grimaced, "It's the same for me. Not one damn clue to lead us to her. What we need is a source-"

At that moment, Steve and Bucky came bursting through the door, looking far worse for wear, holding between them a heavily bound teenager.

"Jesus Christ!" Tony exclaimed, getting to his feet.

"We need a secure place to keep her for questioning," Steve said, his voice belying his exhaustion. He pulled the ripped shirt away from the girl's shoulder, "She's a Black Widow."

Tony looked at the girl in wonder, "SHE did this to you?" He asked, taking in Steve's shiny black eye and the claw marks across Bucky's face.

"Russians." Bucky said by way of explanation, "Now do you have a place or what? Natasha is alive, or was about two hours ago. This girl could take us to her. We have to work to do."