"You really think he'll be there?" Sam asked as wind hit his face.
"I'm not sure, but maybe he is trying to understand his past. It may be small, but it's still a chance that we'll run into him."
"Well you lead the way" Sam said putting his hood up and pulling cloth over his face to stay warm.
Steve did the same and he opened the door meeting the chilling air.
Natasha was sitting in a small two room apartment, it had been five months since the cemetery and she had just recovered a dated but still reliable cover. She was spending her days in Caracas. She was waiting for the right time to reappear. She had short wavy red hair again. She got rid of the long straight red hair a day after the cemetery. She was lying back with her head on the pillow.
She doesn't sleep much, and when she does she is haunted by nightmares of her past. She was lying awake in the middle of the night. She tossed and turned trying to get comfortable, but no matter what she did, she wasn't.
She sighed in frustration and closed hers eyes trying to make herself sleep. Her thoughts trailed from the child wars, the riverbank, the house fire, and a cold bunker. She would go through all of her horrible memories before she fell asleep. She turned to her side and her thoughts went to the first time she met Steve.
He stepped out of the ship wearing a button up plaid shirt with a brown leather jacket looking slightly out of place, ok really out of place. His blue eyes piercing through her, they made a shiver go down her spine and her mouth slightly opened. She felt something in her stomach and then Coulson was introducing him to her.
"Ma'am" he said; that was something she never heard from anyone. She kept it together even though his gaze made her legs feel weak she said "Hi" calmly.
Then how she couldn't stop stealing glances at him. Walking onto the bridge was an example, but she caught him looking once or twice. Natasha opened her eyes to see the sun peaking over the horizon sending a thin ray of light into her room through the gap of the blinds. She sat up and she yawned, then she realized that she fell asleep, it felt like five minutes and she was also well rested; something that doesn't happen often. She stood up and went to go take a cold shower.
The snow was falling gently over the mountains. The rock formation was cold and slick with ice and an opening in the formation was visible. A loud knocking noise came from the opening. A Black bird landed next to it and it pecked its feather a few times when a metal hand flew up and grasped the rock sinking in and carving into it. The bird cawed and flew away as another hand came up, holding a knife.