A/N: Again I don't write Steve's POV, my RP partner does. Just throwing that out there. Steve's POV

The truth was Steve was growing restless. Not for battles or war but for something to fill the void in his soul and gut. Back on shore and roaming the streets, he tried to turn off his brain. Thinking lead to memories and memories lead to the empty sinking feeling in his gut that wouldn't go away. His hands buried in his hoodie pockets he kept his eyes down on the wet concrete. The city was quiet, it usually was at this time. He liked the quiet. It was less likely to trigger a memory. Songs reminded him of happier times. A woman's laugh reminded him of happier times.

He chose being a soldier, he chose being a science experiment. He was sure his life would begin and end on a battle field and he was perfectly fine with that. What he never expected was falling in love. When he first loved Peggy he was sure it would never be more than a crush and a 'what could be'. Losing her because time was stolen from him had been a harsh pill to swallow but he had. He chose the battle field again and with the Avengers he was convinced one day he'd lay down his life in battle.

Then. Natasha.

Her green eyes had burned into his soul, her red hair felt too good wrapped around his fingers and her soft lips were the cure to any pain. Holding her was coming home. He'd fooled himself in believing he could cure her pain and all those issues gifted to her by the Red Room. He had been wrong. Nothing could make her stay. She was a vagabond soul and he didn't have anything that would make her want to stay. He sighs as he wanders down the street, seeing a couple people up early to jog. Other restless souls no doubt.

Damn it. He did it again. Let the memories haunt him again.

Stopping he looks up to the cloudy skies. It was time to move on. Now even the rain was beginning to remind him of her. Walking the sidewalk he feels his phone buzz and he sighs ignoring it for a moment. If it was work..no. He needed time to himself.

[Text: As our previous team leader I think you should come back. Barton got hurt on a mission. Pepper and I are going to his place to help Laura. Sam is coming also. You should too. -Stark]

Checking it under the shelter of a store awning he reads the message from Stark and closes his eyes. He should have been there. Replying quickly to Stark he sighs to himself.

[Text: I'll be there by morning. I'm sorry I wasn't there.]

Darkening his phone screen he looks out in the washed out city and sees a woman walking alone. She looks as lost as he feels and he wonders how many are just drifting tonight. His heart is heavy for his friend, a man with more courage than even the "great Captain America" has. His family was everything and that was why he fought. Running his hand through his wet hair he takes a deep breath. How the hell was he going to get to New York City so quick? He'd have to call in some favors. That wouldn't be too hard. What the hell was he doing just standing around and letting his musings distract him?

Pulling his phone out again, he began searching through contacts. Someone had to owe him a favor and if they don't, he'll just have to ask for one. His friends...his team need him.

A few favors called in and a few new ones owed and the former Captain America was on his way to the Barton Farm. He didn't have time to shave or make himself look anything like the Steven Rogers they once knew. In black slacks and a black button up, he knew Tony would give him hell for the beard. Pulling on his leather jacket as he got out of the car, he took a deep breath and walked the familiar path up the wooden porch.

He barely had knocked when Laura rushed out to him and honestly he was thankful for the desperate hug. He felt human again being able to comfort her even for a second. Walking in Sam and Tony were right there firing off questions and hugging him but the shadows in his eyes were all they needed to silence the questions. Finally he saw her. Blonde hair and still the prettiest green eyes he'd ever seen. He would have said hello. But he found his voice was gone.

To Be Continued. . .