Steven Rogers Cabin- 1330 Hours- Apox 1:30 P.M.

There were very few times in his life where Steve had felt completely at a loss of control. His body moved without thought, and his mind stayed frozen by fear. All too soon, he found himself outside, his breathing too heavy and fast, and a curious sensation of feeling much too light made him look up to the shadowed canopy of large oak trees above him.

One thought kept ringing through his head.

Where had they taken her and why? Who could he trust?

The panic began to rise again, acid searing his throat as he tried to push it down and concentrate. But as he did, he heard something far above him. It was familiar and he lost all sense of wanting privacy and started to yell up through the trees canopy.

Sam Wilson, in full falcon attire, carefully descended, narrowly avoiding the overlapping branches that covered his cabin. The man landed with an "unf" and walked briskly to where Steve had planted his feet, keeping a safe distance.

Sam recognized the stance and held his hands up while slowing his walk to a stop.

"Steve, buddy, I know you are probably freaking right now but-," But he was cut off with a gasp as Steve came forward swiftly, his large hand around the other man's throat.

"You know what happened?" He bit out, feeling an intense sense of betrayal. But Sam merely rolled his eyes, and grunted. Not the response of a guilty kidnapper. Steve slowly let his grip loosen but did not let go. He would not until he knew she was safe.

"Calm down, grandpa." A smooth voice called from the trees. He should have known Nat wouldn't be far behind. Still his brain wasn't putting these puzzle pieces together. What in God's green earth was going on here?

"You took off too fast today. No one had a chance to tell you." The red-headed assassin hummed from the shadows, staying just out of view. "You turned off all communications. Couldn't even call you." He didn't say a word, however.

"Let Sammy boy go." She commanded, a little Russian accent making its way into the sentence. It was her give-away. How he knew she was serious. So, with more patience than a saint, he opened his fingers, releasing the other man with an undignified scowl.

"Damn Steve." He grinned, rubbing his gloved hand across his neck. But he ignored his friend and turned his gaze to the shadows where the widow had been moments before.

"Someone better tell me exactly what's going on before-," He started but couldn't finish. He didn't know what he would do. Thankfully, she didn't give him a chance to think too deeply about that.

"Seems like Darcy took an unexpected trip to Asgaurd last night, according to Jarvis." The spy replied silkily, finally walking into his line of vision. He saw concern and sympathy flicker across her beautiful face before it was gone. Stone cold, like it hadn't moved at all.

Her words rang through him like a clear and heavenly voice. She was safe. Not with Hydra. Not burnt to a crisp. Alive and safe with Thor. He felt the relief melt away the tension that had settled itself between his shoulders and began to breathe for what seemed like the first time since he walked into his cabin that night.

But then he heard the words, the meaning underneath, and while he was not at all happy someone, and he knew exactly who, had been spying on him, Steve realized that the information was vital.

"Unexpected?" He glanced back at his cabin. The chips on the bed, messed sheets, scorch marks. It all made sense except for the why.

Had she been rethinking their relationship? Was it the fact that he had to leave in the morning?

His heart twisted in agony at the thought that she left without a by-you-leave. But then he felt a small but strong hand on his shoulder and turned to face the surprisingly human (though haunted) eyes of Natasha.

"Take it from a pro. If a girl wanted to high-tail it after a one-nighter, she wouldn't do it in her pajamas."

And it dawned on him that she promised to be there. That his Darcy would never leave like that. He had let his fear get the better of him and he lost control for one moment and what's worse was he had hurt his friend.

Steve spun around to Sam, an apology on his lips. But Sam rolled his eyes and tossed him the bag he had picked up. He caught the heavy duffle with ease and didn't even hesitate to look inside. He should know by now that of all the people in this world he could trust, these two were up there.

But the contents of the bag were not at all what he was expecting. With raised brows, he looked to his friends.

"Suit up." Sam said smoothly, crossing his bulky arms.

(Asguard)

Thor and Jane had tried to keep her mind busy, showing her the crazy mystical sights. The world tree was the craziest thing, literally as ancient as the universe and having magic that even the Asgaurdians didn't understand. Darcy probably should have been a little bit more in awe but her heart kept missing a certain blonde haired hero.

Everywhere she went, Darcy thought she heard his laugh, or saw a glimpse of his uniform. But she knew it was her stupid love-sick heart making her go all romancy-nacncy.

But she sucked it up and resolved to play the part of fascinated friend. She ooed and awed when Thor took her to a waterfall that glimmered with golden flecks. She laughed heartily when Jane attempted to drive one of their fancy floating what-ever-the-hell-they're-called's. Her best friend still had no idea that in a few short hours, her other-worldy boyfriend was about to drop the big question and Darcy was enjoying Thor's small nervous ticks.

"Hey Thor, do you mind if me and Jane take a bit to relax? I'm feeling a little tired and kinda want to rest before dinner." She asked, watching as his eyes lit up in thanks. Jane sighed happily. She'd never let you know it, but exercise was not something the small scientist liked.

Plus, all best friendness aside, Darcy really wanted to take a breather. All of this excitement was a bit over stimulating and the events of the past 48 hours were really starting to show. And on top of that (because she was a little bit selfish after all) she wanted to ask Jane to call Pepper to see if Steve was back.

Not that she would go back to Earth just yet. Tonight, after the celebrations, she'd see if Heimdall could zap her back to Steve's hidden cabin, but only after Thor had proposed.

Holy hell…. When did a sentence like that ever seem plausible?