Lucky (Guest): Thank you so much for that loving Review! We – Tesa and lil' ol' me – are glad that you like this story :D
Also, the main characters we use are Natasha, James, Clint and Steve (as you might have noticed) since I guess we're the most comfortable with them, though whenever it fits or is needed, we include the others too. Glad you like it!

Natalia hardly slept, but woke up before dawn the next day. She noticed Wanda was getting better and noted to herself to apologies to her later.

"Can't sleep?" she heard Sam's voice and sighed.

"You know I can't…"

"Do you ever?"

"Yes…"

"Look… We'll get him okay? Then we'll slip back into the woods… Brock's probably gonna let us have it on how stupid we were to come here," he tried to cheer her up.

"Assuming the camp is still there," she grinned.

"Sure it is!" the sun was starting to rise as Wanda seemed to have woken up as well.

"Easy there," both rebels helped her steady herself.

"T-The chamber… I'm – I'm sorry," Scarlet quickly said, biting her lip as she remembered what happened.

"Hey, it's fine. But maybe you should stay here… You don't look too well…"

"Assuming he'd let her stay…"

"What Clint? He'd let anyone stay as long as they don't hurt his family."

Morning came and he heard the metal doors creek open.

"On your feet rebel," one of the guards glared down at James, who looked up at first, before lowering his gaze.

"Didn't you hear me? I said get up!" the same guard grabbed the Winter Soldier by his hair and slammed his head against the wall.

"Hey, easy man," the other guard pulled his companion away.

Barnes could have taken out these two, but then he'd have the entire army on his ass – and when you're a prisoner in a place like this, that's not good.

"C'mon… don't make us drag you out of here…" sighing, James shakily got to his feet and looked at the two with cold, dead eyes, and saw them slightly shiver and gulp.

"Move along," they muttered and led the rebel towards the exit and the hanging grounds. Arriving outside, a lot of people have already gathered and kept yelling, spitting and throwing stuff at the assassin. It was likely noon or around there, as the sun was already high.

"Traitor!"

"He deserves worse!"

"Kill him!"

Shouts of alike were thrown all around as they walked to the execution sight.

"So guys, any plan how to get your friend back?" Clint asked after he told them what had happened.

He would help if needed. The corn could be threshed tomorrow too, or Cooper, Lila and Laura could start today on their own.

Steve stood next to the platform where the prisoner would hang in a few hours, keeping the crowd from doing the job in an attempt of self-justice. There were many women and men in the crowd who had lost friends, sons, husbands in the seemingly endless fight against Red and rebels, even though the most had died while fighting Red, there was still hate evident against the rebels. He was too busy to turn around and take a look at the rebel.

"Yeah I got a plan," Nat said, checking her swords.

"We go in, save his sorry ass, and get out," she knew how it sounded but didn't really care.

"…I thought reckless ass decisions were his job, not yours?" Sam managed to get over his shock.

"He's not here – someone has to cover for him…" they saw the crowd and Natalia immediately locked her jaws at what she heard.

"Damned fools… Blame their problems on us… It's always the same…" she saw Rogers and cursed quietly, keeping her head low as she moved through the crowd.

"Thanks for all the help Clint, but we can take it from here. Wouldn't want you ending up seeing as a traitor for helping is," Sam shook the archers hand before following the Black Widow. There were so many guards around, the female couldn't think of a proper plan. They couldn't just run up there – they wouldn't make to the steps. If they're not careful, they'd see them and only speed up the execution. Nat didn't expect any of this and she froze.

A while later, Stane arrived, the people's babbling dying down as he stepped closer.

"The lord is here personally?"

"What does that mean?"

"He's really trying to set an example…"

"My fellow people of the Iron!" he called, hands in the air and James was pushed atop the platform, right behind the ruler.

"These are dark and horrible times. I know many of you have lost your families… your loved ones… your homes… but I promise you! I will make it batter! Even if I have to kill one rebel or Red knight at a time!" the crowd cheered for his promise, while Nat frowned in disgust.

"And to prove that to you today… I have a special someone," Stane moved away and allowed the guards to push Barnes further to his death.

"This man is a rebel. A known murderer and killer. We have no names for such rats nor do we have bargaining. We only have death!" Obadiah saw two familiar faces in the crowd, and smirked slightly.

"Let this be a lesson!" the executioner had taken hold of the Winter Soldier and moved him to the rope hanging from the wooden pillar.

"To any who think they can hurt this Kingdome… these people… That they shall fail and die!" the neck was set around the assassins neck as he closed his eyes.

"Any last words?" Stane grinned.

"…Long live the Starks," a smile tugged at his lip as he never thought he'd say that. And then he heard a scream for his name.

"JAMES!" and opened his eyes wide, looking and seeing his red-haired friend.

Hearing a voice he thought he would never hear again, Steve froze. He would hear that voice in a crowd no matter how loud it was, so now when the actual crowd was silent, it was easy.

"...Buck...?" He whispered to himself, turning around.

That was when Stane in his anger at Bucky's last words pulled the lever, making him lose the ground under his feet, letting him hang - earlier than the announcer had said, seeing as it was just after noon, and not really afternoon.

That was when Clint sort of reacted. Standing next to Sam who had his bow with him, he grabbed said bow and an arrow, hiding behind Sam. "Don't move" He warned and aimed at the rope the rebel dangled from. He released the arrow, making it cut the rope, before vanishing. He left the bow with Sam, mumbling a "You should leave."

Even though nobody besides Sam heard the archer's words, it was righ after them when hell broke loose. Steve could finally move while the crowd started to move, some screaming in shock and panic. He got under the platform and helped Bucky up. "Buck? You're alive?" he asked, still not really believing it - and then he got aware of the trouble around them. "Follow me, i know a way out here." -he also knew that there was basically only one guy who could hit a rope with this precision: Clint Barton.

Said Archer was already on his way back, his horse running at full speed. He soon arrived at home and immediately got to work threshing the corn, so he would have an excuse when the guards turned up.

To him, it all happened in a second. Steve saying his old name, Stane pulling the lever, him falling down and choking and then falling down, taking in greedy breathes of air.

"James!" Nat called again, trying to fight through the crowd which was going crazy, people pushing each other out of the way, and not giving the female assassin enough room to move.

As he felt someone next to him, and then heard Steve's voice again, Barnes has no idea how to react, as he's still half drunk-like from that. His neck was killing him and he couldn't see properly.

"Sam! There!" Natalia saw Rogers and panicked at first, until she saw him helping the Winter Soldier. In such a short moment, many of the things changed in her mind.

"Hey!" Wilson called, rushing over to the two soldiers, bow still in hand.

"What are you doing?" the Falcon wasn't sure how to feel about Rogers doing what he was doing, but seeing as the guards were already moving, he decided he'd ask later.

"Nat!" he called back, seeing the Red-head making her way to them more forcefully until she caught up to them.

"We need to move!" she took James' other hand and put around her neck.

"No! What are you doing?!" Stane hissed, looking at what happened.

"Get them! Get them all!" he added, beyond furious. And then he saw Steve.

"Traitor!" he yelled after the Captain, eyes burning with a deep rage.

"Find who ever shot that arrow!" Stane made a mental note.

When he'd get his hands on these three rebels and Rogers, he'd kill them all personally. But what ticked him off was the reason why Rogers was helping them.

"Clint? Honey you're back already?" Laura had heard something and left the house to see who it was. "Yeah. Could you get Lila and Cooper? And shhh, i never left."

"Oh no, you did something dumb again..."

"I saved a man's life."

"Well, that's at least something good. I will get the kids."

"Thanks."

A moment later Lila and Cooper came running towards him. "Hey Papa!" They greeted him. "Hey kiddos. Wanna play a game?" He asked, while threshing some more corn. The children nodded excitedly. "Alright. We're playing 'cover'. You see, if some guards from the town come here and ask you where i was, you tell them i was here all morning, threshing corn."

"Does that mean we can lie?" Lila asked.

"Only this one lie."

"Aww..." she looked to the ground, dejectedly.

"C'mon, Lila. It's better than nothing."

"...yeah, that's right."

"Good. Now, help me threshing and i will talk to Mama and ask if you can have an extra piece of pie this afternoon."

That got the children excited.

Steve was too busy leading his best friend (of whom he thought he had died) and his friend through the city, avoiding guards and patrols. Finally, they were out of town. "You've got any idea where to hide?"

He felt awful, but managed to slowly gain his senses and strength back. And while he and Steve were having a… not so normal reunion, Sam and Nat were keeping an eye out. They passed a few patrols but took care of them quickly, or used an excuse like 'He has been wounded!' and since Rogers was there, who hardly anyone knew what he did, they accepted that. And then… Ah the fresh air. They took a few seconds to get it together before sharing a look.

"We might know a place…" the Widow and Falcon shared a look while the Winter Soldier looked at them as if he's missed 50 years of his life.

"C'mon this way," Sam nodded as they heard more shouts from the city.

As they moved, carefully not to be noticed, a sort of silence hung around them, as the rebels knew how… strange this must be.

"Rogers," Natalia spoke and looked at the Captain, who was still helping to carry the male assassin.

"Do you know what you did?" she just wanted a sort of conversation to flow.

"Nat, give him a break…" Wilson looked at the female.

"No… I need to know. Why did you really do it?" she knew the history, but didn't know why Steve cared so much about it now or why he even believed it.

"Some legends are told… some turn to dust or to gold… but you will remember me for centuries…" James muttered, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Something like that?" he honestly didn't even know where to begin any sort of explanation…

Rogers was following the rebels quietly, and was glad to be of any help - even if he was just an excuse of some sorts. He couldn't really believe it. His best friend was alive.

"I know what i did. I betrayed the kingdom to help my best friend" he stated finally. "Couldn't leave this idiot here to die now, could i?" he smirked at Bucky. "And i would remember you forever, not only centuries, just to make that clear."

"Says the punk who always got into pointless fights and nearly died on ever mission we went on," James managed to stand on his own and sighed.

"…I guess you're kinda… expecting an explanation right?"

"That's why i had you, Bucky" Steve answered, staying at his best friend's side, even though he could stand alone again. It was sort of out of habit, he guessed.

"Save it for later boys. We need to get as far away from here as we can", Sam mumbled, intercepting, and continued to walk.

"…I don't think we were properly introduced," Nat moved to Rogers and offered a hand.

"I'm Natasha Romanoff also known as the Black Widow. Thank you, for saving us back there,"

The Captain took the offered hand, shaking it firmly, but briefly, since they were in a bit of a hurry. "Steve Rogers, even though i guess you know that already."

They could already see the house and picked up the pace a bit, their destination now close: the farm on top of the small hill. Or rather the barn close to it. And Steve knew exactly to whom it belonged.