Scott called the phone number Sam had given him repeatedly over his breakfast. Only voice mail answered. Watching the talking head of the cable news, the crawler on the bottom of the screen reported that Captain America, Sam Wilson and the international war criminal James "Bucky" Barnes aka the Winter Soldier were recently spotted in New York city shortly after the attempt to force them to sign the Sokovia Accord at the Avengers new facility went sour.

Steve would never sign that piece of crap, neither would Falcon, Lang thought in his head as he chewed his toast.

The moving news related the trio had made an escape via a friend of Wilson's, First Lieutenant Robert Johnson. The C-130 they had boarded lost them somewhere over Missouri. They had parachuted out of the plane.

Scott smiled with a bit of fanboy, sipping his coffee, that was pretty badass, Cap.

They were not armed but considered dangerous.

Tony Stark came on the television neatly pressed in his three-piece suit and precisely trimmed goatee. Black Widow stood behind him and slightly off camera. Scott felt the coffee in his mouth become more bitter. "I'd like to reassure you, ladies and gentlemen and the public at large, that we at the Avengers facility are doing all we can to find and apprehend the fugitives with the assistance of the conventional military after the horrible incident."

Lang's mouth dropped open; fugitives? Cap is no fugitive! For chrissakes, you worked together! He was your friend!

"And that, while I do not think Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson are dangerous to the public at large, we are not sure about their dealings with Mr. Barnes. Perhaps Mr. Barnes has the two other men as hostage. At this point, we don't know." Stark concluded. Questions erupted like verbal popcorn at the podium as lights from cameras flashed.

"Mr. Stark! Where is the Hulk?" a man shouted out into the room over the cacophony of voices. Black Widow shifted uneasily on her feet.

Tony said seriously, "We are still investigating."

Stark looked around the room at hands waving for attention. He picked an older reporter he knew from his arms dealing days, "Mr. Stark, will Thor have to sign the Accords being that he's not even an earthling?"

Tony smiled with the familiarity he shared with the older reporter, "Well, if he plans on throwing that weird hammer around here anymore, then yes. He will." The room chatter erupted again like a crashing ocean wave.

Tony smiled politely and pointed to an attractive red headed reporter, "Mr. Stark, what exactly do you know about the former Winter Soldier?"

Stark's poker face momentarily flashed displeasure at the question, but it was out and he had to answer it. He began by clearing his throat politely as the room became silent to hear his response. "Mr. Barnes was Steve Roger's best friend as you all know from the history books. They served together in World War Two. Apparently he was taken prisoner by the Russian division of HYDRA some time in 1943 and was believed dead. Instead he was turned into one of the deadliest assassins this world has ever seen."

"Yes sir, we know that. What do you know?" the red head persisted with the question. Every eye went from her to him and back.

Stark looked straight down his nose from the podium, bone chilling ice in his voice, his eyes dead like flint, " I think he is responsible for killing my parents."

Scott's coffee cup fell out of his hand. The room erupted in shouts, questions as lightening flashed from cameras.