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Steve entered into the log building and sighed as the room enveloped him in warmth, he saw the source of the heat to be a large stone fire place. He quickly stripped himself of his over coat and quickly offered to take the girls' ones. Natasha's contact was a younger lady, not much older than 25 if he had to guess. She had introduced herself in broken English as Alyona. She was very tall, almost as tall as the captain himself, she looked strong and Steve guessed that like Natasha you probably didn't want to get on the wrong side of her. She had given Natasha some sort of directions in Russian and the red head had quickly taken off back outside leaving a nervous looking Jemma and a cold Captain with a tall blonde Russian woman.

"Excuse me…do you know where um we can put our stuff?" Jemma asked the woman. She seemed so dwarfed by the large woman. Steve couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at the sight.

"Stuff?" Alyona said in her thick accent, she seemed to be thinking hard.

"Ah um… gde my mozhem postavit' nashi veshchi?" Jemma tried.

Understanding lit up on Alyona's face as she quickly ushered the two down a hall and to separate bedrooms. The accommodations were small but Steve hoped there would be no need for them to stay too long anyway. Hopefully they would find this facility and some answers about Bucky and with any luck his current location.

Soon Natasha was back and she told the two to get dressed, they would be having dinner at the local centre. It was kinda like the pub, or social network of the small village. They would be having an early night because tomorrow they would have to set out for the mountain. Alyona had gear for them and apparently she was notified of their mission as Natasha didn't bother to use their code names.

Steve groaned as he got changed, he would have to pretend to be married the whole evening to keep up their cover. It was just plain weird to see Natasha act so happy and care free and both he and Jemma agreed that it was a bit unnerving to watch. He supposed they had to keep up appearances…but still. A tiny part of him wondered what it would be like if he had to pretend to be married to Jemma. He quickly shook his head; the young girl had no place in his head. Steve looked down at his compass, the face that smiled back at him made his stomach knot and for some reason made him feel guilty and almost disloyal. He quickly shut the compass and tucked it safely into his pocket and left to join the others.

Alyona took them to the local centre and Steve soon realised that Russian bars were much like American ones just a bit quieter and with no sports channel playing in the background, well this one at least was. Natasha had quickly plastered on a smile and held his hand, Steve easily pulled out a chair for her before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. He looked up to watch Jemma walk off to the bar with Alyona. Natasha smilingly asked in fake broken Russian a waitress for something that Steve didn't understand, he assumed dinner.

Steve continued to flirtingly play along with Natasha, it wasn't hard. She was a very attractive woman and she was very charming when she wanted to be. For Natasha's acting Steve could tell even as she looked totally engrossed with him she was surveying the room around them just as he was. Neither of them needed to communicate anything as they had both seen the man walk in and shuffle to a dark corner at the end of the bar. He was watching them from under his beanie as he pretended to be absorbed in his drink.

Steve tucked a strand of hair behind Natasha's ear as he discreetly looked over her shoulder. There was a table with a two couples who were quietly eating their dinner and talking in hushed voices. A little left to them though was a table with two men who kept glancing over at the newcomer at the bar and then back at them. Steve quickly assessed that they were reasonably fit and one seemed to have his hand permanently inside his jacket, Steve assumed a weapon of some kind was concealed. Both men were nursing drinks and playing a slow game of cards as they silently watched him and Natasha.

Steve offered to get his 'wife' a drink, making a show of leaving her for the bar. Natasha exclaimed that she was going to the rest room to freshen up. Steve leisurely made his way up to the bar, Jemma glanced at him curiously but stayed quiet as she sipped her drink and munched on a bowl of chips she had acquired.

Steve ordered a drink in his bad Russian and watched as the tender grunted understanding before turning to acquire the appropriate bottle. The Captain glanced over at the man in the corner of the bar but his back was turned and his face was shrouded in shadow. He wasn't sure if this man had recognised him or was simply antisocial, he was willing to bet it was the first one.

Steve's drink finally came but before he could pick it up to take back to their table the two men who had been playing cards had came up behind him. One put his large arm around Steve's shoulder and leaned in.

"Welcome to Bezingi my friend. It is a surprise to see you here; shouldn't you be in your precious land of the free?" The man whispered, Steve found it hard to understand with his accent so thick.

"Uh thank you, how did you know I know I was from America? My wife, sister-in-law and I only arrived this afternoon. Does news of tourists travel so quickly here?" Steve assessed the situation. There were at least 15 other people milling about in the bar and he counted three exits. He needed to get this scene outside somehow.

The other man moved to pull the tall blonde out of his chair. "Oh please don't pretend with us. What tourists would be crazy enough to come here during this winter? I think you should come with us…Captain." The man seemed to hiss the last word as he shoved him towards the back of the bar.

Jemma went to stand but Steve discreetly shook his head to stay where she was. She looked worried but she did what she was told. The Captain was glad as all three walked past the restrooms and out the door to the cold snow covered alley behind the town centre. At least now he didn't have to find a discreet way to get the men outside.

The air was sucked out of him as the freezing air struck him in the chest and he resisted the urge to fold his arms against the cold.

The first slightly bigger man wasted no time as he pushed Steve harshly up against the wall and muttered something in Russian before spitting at his feet. "What are you doing here Captain America, you are no tourist."

"What does it matter if I'm not?" asked Steve as he looked the man in the eye, not at all intimidated by his current position.

"We do not want your filthy 'righteous' mindset here. Why are you going up into the mountains? You should just pack up and go back to the land you came from." Steve quickly grabbed the man's wrist that was up against his chest and twisted his arm and flipped them to slam the man where he had been just before. He pushed the man hard into the wall as his companion had acted quickly and already produced a knife from his jacket and was holding it threateningly toward Steve.

The scene seemed to freeze as all three men were stock still as Steve glared at the man in front of him. "Why shouldn't I go into the mountains? What might I find?"

Steve saw the shift of eyes of the man he was holding and acted quickly as he effortlessly dodged the blade that came flying near his neck. He quickly spun and swept the legs out from under the unsuspecting man. The other quickly jumped on his back. Steve stepped backwards and pushed hard, he heard the groan as he was smashed into the wall behind them. The man slumped to the ground as Steve focussed again on the other guy. He was back on his feet and took no time to try a swipe at Steve's face with his knife. Steve dodged to the side then blocked a left kick with his forearm.

The Captain could feel his adrenaline pumping as he swiftly dodged left and right as the increasingly frustrated man kept slashing furiously with his dagger. He was angry. Why did they not want him to go into the mountains? What was up there? Steve had enough of dancing with this guy and swiftly knocked the knife from his hand with a left kick and bodily pushed him to the ground.

"I'll repeat myself, what might I find in the mountains? What are you hiding? Who are you?" Steve growled at the man he had pinned beneath him.

"I would never tell you, cut off one head and two more shall take its place."

Steve pushed down harder on the man's chest as he coughed and wheezed under the pressure. "I thought this was a Soviet Union base. How are you Hydra?"

He chuckled with what little breath he had, "Hydra…is everywhere." The man gasped out before he blacked out.

Steve stared down at the man before looking over his shoulder at the sound of a crash. It appeared the other man had snuck up with a bottle raised ready to smash into the Captain's head but he had been stopped by a quick punch from a redhead.

"Not the time to space out Steve." Natasha quickly caught the crumpling man and propped him against the wall.

"Thanks Nat, should have known you didn't need to use the restroom."

"Good thing I didn't." Natasha gestured to the unconscious men. "If I heard right then we might have some Hydra agents on our hands, in Russia of all places. I am wondering if they are protecting something in that old base. Why else would they try to keep a soviet facility guarded, it is too small a village to just have two Hydra agents here for any other reason."

Steve nodded as he got up off the man and brushed himself down. "I doubt that this is the last we have seen of Hydra. I want to get up and try and find that facility tomorrow, we have to find what they are guarding." Steve looked at the two men. "What do we do with these two though?"

"Alyona will keep them contained at her place for now. We can't organise a transfer into Shield custody now as it would blow our cover and then we may have the Russian government on our hands as well. She will be able to handle them, they are small fry; obviously too stupid to know not to take on a super soldier by themselves armed only with a knife."

Steve chuckled as he made short work of tying the two men up. Natasha looked around the alley before gesturing to the door with her head. "We should head back in before we arouse too much suspicion. Besides I think agent Simmons is worried about you." Steve ignored that comment.

"How much do you wanna bet that guy at the end of the bar is gone?"

"Let's hope he doesn't give us trouble later, though I doubt it is smooth sailing from here. Why did I agree to help you with this Rogers?"

"Cause otherwise you would be stuck back with Sam."

"Oh yeah."

Meanwhile back at HQ Sam sneezed all over Skye.

"Ewww, Sam what the hell? Trying to meditate here, get a tissue!" said brunette moaned from her lotus position across from the mirrored Falcon as she attempted to wipe her face with her sleeve.

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