Steve

Steve was sitting in a bus and he was staring out the window. The bus wasn't exactly comfortable, he felt every bump. Steve was in Russia and it was snowing and he couldn't see three feet out the window. Steve thought back to the moment in the abandoned cottage when he was staring out into a whiteout and he let his mind drift away. He clenched his jaw and he swallowed and he pursed his lips and he could see Natasha in his apartment. She was standing by his dresser and she was holding a watch in her hand and she was in one of his huge plaid shirts. The buttons were open and she was barely keeping herself covered. Steve was lying in the bed and he had the covers at his waist as his skin slightly became warm as he kept his eyes on her. Steve fought of the memory often now.

It was a time when nothing was happening and everything was calm, and she looked so beautiful. He was staring out of the window at a blizzard, but all he could see was Natasha, everywhere he looked, she was there. He felt his eyes burn with tears and he didn't bother to wipe them away as they fell down his cheeks. He swallowed and he inhaled shakenly. He closed his eyes and he exhaled. Natasha was alive and he was going to get her back. Knowing her she was probably already figuring a way out. Steve lightly chuckled as he thought about her. How she could get herself out of almost anything. Steve loved that about her, no matter what situation she was put in, she could always find some way out. She could take care of herself yet again that was against normal soldiers. Niko was completely different and he was insane. Steve frowned as he pictured Niko's face and he felt his temper rise and his anger being to boil. He wasn't going to stop Niko, he was going to kill him. He took her away from him and now he was going to pay, but Natasha came first. He would get her to Fury, then he was going to kill Niko. There was nothing that would stop him, not even Bucky. Steve was good at forgiving people when they messed up, but Niko didn't mess up this was his plan and now he was going to pay for it.

Steve looked to his left and he saw a couple and the man was holding the woman's hand and they were smiling at each other. They lightly kissed and Steve felt a sudden pain in his heart, he envied for one more kiss, one more touch from Natasha. He looked away and he looked down at his feet. HE apparently fit right in with Russia, every gut had a beard. Steve thanked God that he listened to Natasha, when she said to keep the beard. Steve may have some success not being mistaken for Captain America, but the true test would be getting into the Gulag. He knew that if he got arrested and put in there, Niko would see him personally. Steve had to play Russian to pass. At least he saw how a Russian would get into anywhere for three years, either using flattery or intimidation, he'd seen it all from Natasha. In a way, she was helping in her own escape. Steve felt the bus stop and he looked up and they were in the middle of nowhere. Steve knew that is was his stop. He stood up and he walked forward. He stepped down and out of the bus, the frozen ground slightly crunched under his boots. Steve had a grey hat on and he was wearing a very badly treated coat that he got from a homeless guy, well at least that guy had six hundred dollars in his pocket and a very warm coat with fur in it. Steve had stained grey gloves on as well and the finger tips were cut off at the middle of his fingers. He was wearing worn black boots and dirt splattered black pants. He had a black stained sweater on as well and it could zip up and cover his neck. He was wearing a white tank top under that. If the beard didn't help, his outfit would.

Steve looked off into the distance as the blizzard started to let up and he could see a large fortress in the far distance and he knew what it was. He inhaled and he took a step forward and began to walk. He walked off the road and into the snow. He felt the cold air nip at his cheeks, but he didn't care. He had a mission, and a little bit of cold weather wasn't going to stop him. He had been in the artic for seventy years, a long walk in a blizzard should be nothing. Steve moved across the open field and he saw the tree line to his right. He squinted and he noticed ten large black furred animals. Steve stopped and he saw them start to head his way. Steve knew what they were; wolves.

Steve had seen wolves before and they usually stayed away from him yet again that was in the U.S. This was Russia, they probably see him as a threat and want him off their turf. Steve sighed and he kept his eyes on them as he continued walking. He would get to the Gulag by sundown, but if he got into a slight problem, it may be later than that. Steve knew that they were going to attack him. Steve changed his angle and he was slightly heading toward the tree line and he would be there in a good ten minutes, walking. He noticed one of the wolves stop and howl and then Steve stopped. He listened to the ear piercing howling from the wolves and he saw more than ten start heading toward him.

Steve sighed, of course he would walk into a wolves den. Steve started to jog and he headed toward the tree line, he would have a better advantage fighting in the trees. He was close and they were about to meet him. Steve was right outside of the tree line and his cheeks were numb and he heard one of them growl and jump at him. Steve turned around quickly and he caught the wolf by the throat in midair as it had its mouth wide open going for his neck. Steve flipped it and he stepped on its chest killing it, it gave out a loud yelp and Steve looked and the rest were coming for him.

Steve stood his ground and one lunged at him and Steve kicked it back. The wolf yelped and hit the ground and got back up and slowly walked toward his snarling. Steve stood ready and it lunged. Steve caught it and he threw it toward a tree and then another one tackled him to the ground. Steve put his hand on the wolf's throat as it chomped its jars toward his face. Steve gritted his teeth and he threw the wolf off of him and he quickly got up. He saw the entire pack standing around him snarling and biting at him. Steve saw one lung at him. Steve kicked it away and another went for him. Steve elbowed it in the face making contact with it jaw. Steve kicked another one and then one tackled him to the ground and bit his forearm. Steve grimaced and he punched the wolf in the face, breaking its jaw. Steve got back up and his arm burned with pain, Steve dismissed it.

Four wolves attacked him and one grabbed his calf and pulled him down. Steve struggled with the other three. He hit one away and another bit his forearm again and it clamped down and began to tear at him. Steve grunted in pain and he pushed the wolf away and as it lunged at him he brought his fist down and broke its skull. The one was doing a number to his calf and Steve shook his leg free and kicked it away.

Steve struggled to get up and the wolves were circling him and growling and spit was dripping out of their mouths. Steve saw one prepare to lung and Steve readied himself. It jumped at him with its mouth wide open and then a man dove over Steve and tackled the wolf in midair and they landed on the ground and he punched the wolf and the wolf gave a yelp. The man growled and he kicked another one and he stopped one and crushed its throat with a loud snap. The man tossed the dead wolf away and he stood with a wide stance and he yelled at the wolves and he was breathing heavily. The wolves stopped snarling, and they actually looked afraid and their ears went down and they whimpered and they scurried away. Steve was breathing heavily and he stood up. He stared at the back of the man that saved him. He watched as he saw the man's shoulders rising and falling from heavy breathing.

The man turned around and he looked at Steve. He had blue eyes and they were piercing and he had huge mutton chops and he had his hair in a weird style almost like they were ears. He frowned at Steve.

"You alright?" He growled

Steve was still in shock and he had his hand on his forearm "Yeah, thanks"

"What is a man like you doing out here?"

"I could ask the same question" Steve said and he took his hand off his forearm and it was already mostly healed; it was a bit, not a bullet hole.

"Ha, whatever bub" the man said walking toward him

"What are you doing out here?" Steve asked

"I'll tell you if you tell me what you're doing out here"

"I'm going to get arrested and put in the Gulag" Steve said bluntly

"You arrested, and put into the Gulag. That would be interesting"

"Have we met before?" Steve asked suspicious of the man

"No, but I know who you are. To answer your question, I'm staying out of trouble, or at least I was until you got your candy ass attacked by wolves"

"Staying out of trouble, what are you a fugitive?

"No, I just like being alone"

The man walked past him and toward the thicker forest. Steve turned and looked at him.

"I didn't catch your name" Steve said

The man stopped and he looked back at Steve.

"Its Logan" he said and then he disappeared into the dark forest

Steve didn't know a Logan and he nodded and he turned around and he looked back at the massive prison on the far hill. He had a long way to go.

Clint

Clint was sitting on the hood of a car and Morse was standing near him and they waited for the Quinjet to land. Clint had a long coat on with purple accents and he had his bow on his back with his quiver. He had Steve's shield sitting against the bumper of the car. Steve had given it to him before he had gotten on Stark's private plane. Clint saw the Quinjet come out of the clouds and it slowed and landed in front of them. Clint side glanced at Morse, who had her cat suit on and it had blue accents and she was holding two metal batons. He saw the bottoms were grooved, he guessed they could be clipped together and used as a staff.

Clint slid off the hood and he grabbed Steve's shield and they both walked toward the Quinjet. Clint was slightly in front of Morse and the back ramp of the Quinjet dropped down and Fury was standing at the top waiting for them.

"Well you two decided to join us" Fury said

"I was convinced to come" Morse said and she walked past Fury

Fury chuckled and he watched as Clint walked up to him. Clint almost passed him and he put his hand on Clint's shoulder.

"We'll get her back" Fury said

Clint looked at him and he frowned "We better" Clint said and he walked on and left Fury at the back of the Quinjet. Fury sighed and he hit the red button on the wall and the ramp came up and sealed shut. Fury walked forward and took a seat.

Clint walked toward the cock pit and he had Bucky in the pilot chair.

"You know how to fly one of these things?"

Bucky looked at him "Yeah, I kind of killed a pilot and then took the ship from him nine months ago" Bucky said plainly like it was old news.

Clint raised his eye brows and nodded and he sat Steve's shield down next the hull.

"At least he talked to you, the only time we talked was by a video cam, and I have to say why do the kids love doing that?" Bucky asked

"How the hell should I know?" Clint said

"I don't know, just spouting words out trying to make conversation" Bucky said

"Well, if you could take off, it would be very helpful" Clint said walking away

Bucky cocked his head and he moved a leaver and the Quinjet lifted into the air. Bucky pressed a few buttons and the Quinjet shot forward and headed toward Russia.

Clint sat towards the back and he glanced over at Hill and he frowned when he saw her giving Bucky the googily eyes. He looked at Fury, who was also looking. Clint motioned at Fury.

"When did that happen?" Clint asked

Fury shrugged and he lightly smiled.

"I'm not saying its weird, just unexpected"

"Yeah an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agent and the Winter soldier, it takes some getting used to" Fury said softly

Clint lightly smiled and he chuckled "They could make a cute couple" Clint said

"Ha, and this is coming from a guy who just thought it was weird"

Clint lightly shrugged "I think it's already starting to grow on me"

Fury chuckled and he looked at Hill and Bucky.

"Yeah, how the hell is that going to work?"

"No idea" Clint said