Bucky spent the whole day on a computer. He went through all the student files he could from their alma mater. He got a few leads on people who had classes with Natasha, but they didn't know her that well. All they could remember was that she was the best student in class. She was a paid intern. But they never got to know her outside of the classroom setting. One student, Antoine Triplett said it always seemed like she didn't have a personal life. For a while it seemed as if he kept hitting dead ends. When he called Sharon, she wasn't having much luck either.

"It's like she's a ghost. I've contacted every art design firm that I could find numbers for. No one has heard of Natasha Romanoff. What about you, any luck tracking down former classmates?"

"Not much, I got a few leads on people she had classes with, but none of them could tell me anything about her outside of the classroom. Maybe Sam was right. Maybe she doesn't want to be found."

"You can't give up, Bucky. We're doing this for Steve."

"I know, I know. We just have to widen our search. I'm going to keep looking through the University's website. Call me if you find anything?"

"I will. Good luck."

While they went back to their searches, a young newlywed couple was walking into The Falcon with a friend of theirs, to have a few drinks before leaving on their honeymoon.

"Really Clint, did we have to come to a bar on our wedding night? I mean, why did we come here?"

"Come on Bobbi, I work for the Bureau and you're the assistant D.A. Our lives are so busy that you never got your bachelorette party, likewise I never got my bachelor party."

"I remember that. But couldn't this have waited until we got back from our honeymoon?"

"Life's too short for waiting. Tell her, Nat."

"While that's true, Clint, what kept you from proposing to Bobbi? If I recall she proposed to you."

"She got you Clint. That's a burn."

The three of them find a corner booth and continue talking. As Sam approaches, they're talking about finding Nat a date.

"Come on, Nat. Don't you think it's time you started dating again? I mean it's been several years since you turned down Alexei's proposal."

"You know why I did that, Clint."

Before he can reply, the three friends are greeted by the bartender.

"Evening folks, and welcome to The Falcon. My name is Sam. Looks like you're celebrating tonight."

"Yeah, we are. We just got married," Bobbi replies as she holds up her hand along with Clint's showing off their rings.

"Well, then I have to say Best Wishes. For tonight, champagne is on the house, and for you Miss?"

"Oh, just a soda for me. I'm driving the lovebirds to the airport, and then I've got to work in the morning."

As they show their I.D.'s Sam checks their ages, and even though he didn't need the one for the designated driver, she shows it to him. He does a double take thinking he read her name wrong. Looking again, he knows there was no mistake. When he is back at the bar, Clint teases Nat.

"Hey, what about him? He spent a lot more time looking at your license than ours. Why don't you ask him out?"

"Still more guts than brains. He was just checking our ages, Clint. You know I'm still waiting for the right guy to come along."

He doesn't reply, especially since his new wife kicked him under the table. With Sharon helping Bucky, Sam called in his part-time assistant, Lance.

"Hunter, watch the bar a minute. And get the couple in the corner booth champagne, it's on the house. I have to make a call."

"You got it boss."

With their drinks in hand, the conversation turns back to the future of Mr. and Mrs. Barton.

In his office, Sam has Bucky on the line.

"Buck, you will never believe who just walked into the bar. You have to get down here as fast as possible."

"Come on Sam, you know I'm trying to find the best way to get in contact with…"

With an interruption, he says who they've been looking for.

"With Natasha. Man, she is in my bar right now. Get Sharon, get down here."

"All right, I'm on my way. Whatever you do, don't let her leave."

"No promises, but I'll do my best."

Hanging up the phone, Bucky calls Sharon immediately.

"Hey, get to the bar. Sam called me. This is our chance."

"What are you talking about? I think I found Natasha's company."

"Forget it, she's at the bar. We can't get there late."

Both of them quickly leave their searches behind. On their way, Sharon would get stuck as witness to a car accident. Bucky got pulled over for speeding. At the bar, Clint, Bobbi, and Nat are getting ready to leave.

"Hey folks, how were your drinks? Can we get you anything else?"

"Everything was great, Sam. We've got a flight so we better get going. But when we get back, Bobbi and I will be sure to stop in here again."

As they leave, Sam knew he couldn't stop them. If he had tried it would have looked suspicious. Ten minutes later, Bucky and Sharon arrive after their unexpected detours.

"Where were you two? I told you to get down here as fast as possible."

"Wasn't my fault. I got pulled over for speeding. She left?"

"Yeah, and you know I couldn't make them stay. If you had just gotten here quicker, you could have caught her."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I had to give a statement on a car accident. But this wasn't our only chance. I found Natasha's business."

"Wait a minute, you what?"

"I found her business, Sam. She's part owner of an Art Consultation firm, Danvers-Romanoff. I was able to get the phone number and address. We've got another chance."

"I know I'm going to regret this. But what's the plan?"

"I go in, and say my boss is looking for décor for his new hotel. He read the reviews on their company and he wants to hire them."

"They'll never go for it Sharon. What else you do you got?"

"Oh, they'll go for it. My friend Mack actually does run a hotel chain. He's opening a smaller location in Upstate New York. More of a bed and breakfast than a major hotel, something he said he always wanted to try."

"So we've got Plan B. But promise me that if it doesn't work, we stop. And then we get back to helping Steve move on."

"That's fair. Bucky?"

"You've got my word Sam."