Author's Note: Sorry that I took so long to update. My laptop has been acting retarded lately and I didn't feel like constantly having to shut it down after it froze. You have my sincerest apologies. Enjoy!

Tony's POV

"Hey can you take a break from finding Natasha to help me choose a wedding venue for next year?" Pepper asked. She had silently entered Tony's lab to find him engrossed in one of the many computers there.

"Nope. Maybe later." He said never taking his eyes off the screen. It had been eight months since he started the search. And he had gotten nowhere. It was as if Natasha had disappeared into thin air and ceased to exist.

"How about now, and then I'll go away for the moment," she said sternly. Her CEO side was coming out.

Tony turned around and sighed. "I'm busy Pep."

"Busy doing what? Following a case with nothing but dead ends."

"Yep."

"Fine, I'll let Peter choose," Pepper said mischievously. She acted as she was going to leave before Tony frantically pulled her back.

"No please do not let the kid choose our wedding venue," Tony stammered. "Whatever you do, don't let him choose."

He took the Stark-pad out of his fiance's hands and scrolled down the list of options for the venues. He quickly came to the conclusion of having it at the in Italy. "The one in Italy."

"There are two in Italy, be more specific." She took the Stark-Pad back to see which one he was talking about.

"The Castle Magma, Magna, Magu…"

"The Castle Mago Estate."

"Yes that one. I like that one."

"Sure you do." Pepper planted a quick kiss on his lips before turning to leave.

"Love you!" Tony called.

"I know."

Tony went back to his work and finding Natasha. So far, he had crossed off the places she wasn't like anywhere on the North or South American continents. He figured that she was still in the Eastern Hemisphere judging by the fact it was less risky and easier to lay low in a larger area. And contacts in most of the countries there haven't had any buzz on her there. Natasha also wasn't in the Netherlands, because she wasn't stupid or reckless enough to stay in a country that had a €850,000 bounty on her head.

Ross and the UN were becoming very impatient with the lack of results Tony had acquired from the last eight months. They knew that every day that went by it was becoming more and more likely that Natasha wouldn't be found. A lot more resources were being used to find her more than the other Avengers. Tony was tempted to call Steve to see if he was conducting an investigation of his own, but a spark of anger always held him back.

He was at a point where he would take any news or rumor about Natasha and study it. With no leads, desperate times called for desperate measures. Forums of his own were running on the dark web, taking anything and everything in to be processed that could be connected to her. Yet nothing was working. Tony was a little bit past the starting point, but nothing more.

At the moment, Tony was reading over a small journal Natasha had left behind at the compound before going on the run. Well he was listening to F.R.I.D.A.Y. read it as she translated it to English from Russian. Scanning for answers on every line, for some kind of sign for him to draw clues from. So far, he knew the locations of five of her safehouses in the state of New York and snippets on subjects such as himself and some of his current and former teammates and places and events that apparently happened in her life. Never would take you for one who would like poetry, Red.

Red

Like my hair

Not anymore according to CNN and your former employer. Blonde now. I would love to see you with that color. Always seen you with red. Though I would have to give you a new nickname.

And the blood on my hands.

Don't we all have blood on our hands in one way or another. I mean you with your past, me with my weapons. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet.

Forever stained

People can change and the good deeds can outnumber the bads eventually I gue-

F.R.I.D.A.Y. suddenly interrupted herself and Tony's train of thought. "Sir it appears you have another message from an unknown account on one of your forums concerning Ms. Romanoff."

"Pull it up for me FRIDAY."

The layout of the holographic screen changed as she went to the forum and opened the message for Tony to read. The username was unavailable for him to see, so he had FRIDAY try and run the IP address to track it. There was a short message on the screen.

Dear Mr. Stark,

I know where your red-headed friend is. The coordinates of her location is below. Meet her there on January, 27, alone. Tell no one. If you break my rules, there will be consequences. I have many resources to stage a little, your fiance, and your friend. I'll be waiting.

Toto 68.922391 Latitude, 125.62756 Longitude

I know this person did not just threaten to kill Pepper. It's obviously not Natasha even though she became a deadly arsonist. She's not dumb. Besides Pepper is her friend, she wouldn't hurt her. She's not Steve. But at the same time she may have changed from the person I thought I knew from eight months ago. New year new me kinda thing.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, check those coordinates and show me where they are," Tony ordered. A gut feeling was telling him that it was a true source and to follow it, yet he still had a bad feeling.

"According to these coordinates Ms. Romanoff is in the Siberian wilderness."

"Siberia? Okay why would she be there?" he asked slightly frustrated with the location. Yay my favorite place in the whole world. It just seems to be teaming with backstabbing teammates. The freezing cold in the middle of winter there is nice too.

"I mean it's the middle of winter there-," Tony added. "Unless there's a secret facility there. F.R.I.D.A.Y. check satellite images for any buildings nearby." I mean I know she's from Russia and all, but I don't think she's that resistant to the cold.

"Done Sir. Right on the coordinate site."

The satellite image zoomed in to reveal the roof of a rotting cottage covered by snow.

Tony's face scrunched up in confusion. "You sure FRIDAY? All I see is a dirty shitpost of what remains of a house covered by snow."

"I'm absolutely sure sir."

He paused. "Well, lets suit up then."

"Do you want to use the new prototype?"

"No just give me a Mark for now. I mean either she's there or she's not," pieces of the suit began to fly towards him, assembling together to form it. "Regardless, it's an easy mission. Open the hatch will you."

The doors on top of the lab ceiling parted, allowing Tony to fly out of the building with ease. Once he was a few hundred feet high up in the air, the doors closed behind him. The Avengers Facility quickly disappeared behind him. The suit promptly shifted into stealth mode, making him invisible to eyes above and below.

"How long is the flight FRIDAY?"

"About eleven hours if you are going at top speed while conserving enough energy to be utilized in a short skirmish and the flight home. That means you will be arriving at your destination at 2:07 AM on January 27."

"Good. Can you maybe put everything from the last hour in an encrypted file that can only be opened by yours truly and bury it. Don't tell anyone. I mean it. No Pepper, Happy, Rhodey, and Peter, about this until after a four day period or I lose contact with you, okay. Tell Ross and the UN that I'm on a vacay if they call. And send all my calls automatically to voicemail."

"Done sir."

"And play a movie. The Hunger Games. Whole series. No credits. Let's make this go by faster."

The screen opened to the familiar music of the intro of the first film, as Tony breezed past the rooftops of the buildings in the heart of NYC. "Thanks. Let me know when we get to Russia."

Author's Note: Guess who decided to update at two something in the morning again! This girl! Yeah I've been getting a lot of update messages, so I guess I needed to update. I know you're like this is a short chapter, but guess what! I'm updating later today! (like when I wake up). So don't panic. Anyway, have a goodnight and stay tuned for the