Steven was sitting at his usual table, doodling quietly as he listened to the passerby’s. He had a few portraits of people he had seen walk by or sitting at the cafe. He was enjoying one of his days off, now that SHIELD was practically destroyed and even the Avengers were falling apart. No one had heard from Barton or Romanoff in a while and Tony had destroyed his suits. Banner was MIA since New York, and Thor was in Asgard. Sam was around but his wings were totaled.
The captain had spent a few months searching for Bucky, to no avail. He was taking a break, raking his brain for possibilities. He let out a small sigh, setting his pencil down as he looked up at the tall buildings, admiring the architecture.
He jumped when he heard his name, glancing at the young man standing in front of him. “Yes?” He asked tentatively, eying the other suspiciously. They knew him by name and he didn’t think that he had ever met them before. Steve usually was quite cautious of meetings like this. “Do you need something?” He ask calmly.
Nat sighed, pulling out a folder from the bag at his side. He laid it on the table and slid it forward. Then he stepped back, and hesitated. How would he even breach the subject. The folder he had placed in front of Steve was new intelligence on there whereabouts of Barnes. Intel he had dug up himself. Photos, references, everything.
"You’re not going to believe this …" He started lamely, pulling into himself. He stood there for a moment, hesitant, before growling at himself. He straightened himself and sat in the other chair at the table.
"Rogers. Look. That’s up to date, as much as I could get it. HYDRA’s after him too, they’re not gone. Not completely. They didn’t like me getting too close, I ran into one of their experimental weapons. It … changed me. It’s me. It’s Natasha." He finished, reaching over to flip open the folder and expose the first page.
"If you want to get to him before HYDRA, we’re going to have to move. Tonight." He let the statement that he would be going with Steve lay open. He wasn’t going to let Steve refuse him.
Steve blinked up at the boy, confused as he pulled the file out of his bag. He stared at the cover, his heart rate picking up as he stared at the title, knew what these were. But where was Natasha? Before he had a chance to speak, the man finally spoke up to explain himself. It startled him that he knew so much. He only discussed this with Sam and Natasha, so how did he kn- What?
The soldier’s eyes widened and he stared at the other in shock, hesitating before shaking his head. “W-what? No..that..how?” He asked, more demanding to know. It was pretty unbelievable even for everything he had been through, but he supposed that it might be possible.
"Natasha.." He murmured softly, suddenly more concerned for her, his, well-being. "But this will be dangerous. I..I.." He trailed off as he noted the man’s expression, causing Steve to shy away. "Fine..but we need to plan this out then.." He said quietly, so no one else would overhear him as he collected his books and the file. "Let’s go to Stark Tower and talk privately." He added, already starting to walk away.