Chapter 6
By: MysticFantasy
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"Steve's gone!" Clint shouted as he and Natasha burst into the lab.
"What?!" Tony and Bruce exclaimed.
"He left the tower." Natasha answered.
"He took off on his bike and left his phone behind." Clint answered placing a small black cell phone on the lab table.
"Why would he leave?" Bruce asked confused. "Especially when he knows that we have to inform SHIELD of our locations."
"Did anyone say anything to him to upset him?" Natasha asked.
"No. None of us have done anything." Tony answered.
"Is there any way that you can track him down?" Clint asked. "Is there a chip or something you put on his bike?"
"Tried that already. He found it when he was giving it a tune up and asked that I not do it again since he said he wouldn't do it to me. Made me feel bad so I didn't replace it."
"Does anyone know any place that he might go to?" Bruce asked.
"The only other place that we know about is his apartment that SHIELD gave him. But he know that we know where it is. There has to be some other place." Clint answered.
"Was there any place during the war that he had?" Tony asked. "Kinda like a safe house or just a regular place away from the public and enemy eye."
"I don't know about anything like that." Natasha answered.
"Me either." Clint added.
"Should we take this to Fury?" Bruce asked.
"No." Tony answered. "Let's keep him out of it for as long as we can. Actually, it's Thor that I'm worried about."
"No kidding." Clint agreed. "Once Thor finds out that Steve ran off he's going to go out searching for him with lightning blasting everywhere."
The others nodded in agreement. Of the men, Steve and Thor got along the easiest and it was easy to see that they were becoming best friends. They were the only two who didn't understand this world so it would be understandable that they would stick together and they were the two strongest and biggest.
It somehow allowed them to form a friendly bond almost instantly.
"I think the only thing we can do is go out and search the city." Bruce said. "Try to look in places that we think Steve might go to."
"Then let's get going." Tony declared.
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Steve found himself grateful that the building before him was still the same. Truthfully, he had come to see it after he'd been revived from the ice.
It was a secret hide-out house that Colonel Phillips had ordered to be built in a secret location for Steve and the Howling Commando's when they had time off from the war. It was built in such a private location so that they would be able to rest peacefully without the worry of being hunted down by the newspapers or any possible enemies.
The Commando's had loved staying in this house when they had time to relax.
Steve climbed off his motorcycle and walked it into the small shed behind the house. Shutting the worn out doors, he picked up his bag and walked to the back entrance.
Not surprised, Steve found the door was still locked. Even after all these years. He stepped over to the porch railings and picked up a round wooden orb that was suppose to be connected to the wooden rail.
He reached in and smiled when he found the rusted key. It felt familiar in his hand even though he hadn't been able to come to this house very much. He wondered if the Commando's had come here at all once he'd been declared killed in action.
Unlocking the door, Steve stepped into the house and instantly felt like he was back in the forties. Everything was almost exactly how he remembered it. Granted that the place was covered in dust.
Steve slowly walked through the kitchen, dinning and living area. Taking in everything as memories came back to him of the time he and his team were here. There had been a lot of card games and lots of beer.
Being careful with the stairs, Steve went to the second floor where the bedrooms were located. All of the doors were closed but Steve knew which ones belonged to whom. He walked to the right and passed two doors and went to the only one at the end of the hall.
He opened the door and walked in as another wave of familiarity washed over him.
The queen sized bed was still made and the whole room was still the same as he left it. Only seriously covered in dust. Placing his bag on the floor, Steve walked over to the small dresser against the wall and looked at the photo's that were still in frames.
Individual pictures of his team, Bucky, Howard and Peggy.
He slowly reached for her picture but decided against it and went over to the single balcony door and opened it, thinking he should let in some fresh air.
Sure enough, a cool breeze slammed into him and flowed into the room as he looked over the country side.
Maybe when all of this is over I can tell the others about this place and we can stay here together. Steve thought to himself. If they ever trust me again.
After looking at the view for a while longer, Steve removed his jacket and went back inside. Preparing himself for a long day and night of cleaning.
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