"Where did captain America learn how the steal a car?" Nat asked. They were in a blue truck thing (Basil had no clue about types of cars). Nat had claimed shot gun so he was sprawled out in the back seats while Steve drove. It was late in the afternoon and he was chewing on his second bag of haribo. Nat turned to him as the bag crinkled. He passed her a handful of gummy bears. "I'd expect it from Basil, but I like being surprised".

"Don't look at me, I'm gay", Basil called out. "I'm gay and I don't know shit about cars. Give me a who's bleeding to death and I'm fine. But a car, nope". He threw up a gummy bear and caught it in his mouth. He held his arms out in triumph.

"Nazi Germany and were borrowing", Steve corrected. "Take your feet off the dash and Basil don't get gummy bears every where". Nat did what he said as Basil pouted.

"Alright", she said. "I have a question for you, which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, it feels like you're kinda answering it".

"What?" Steve interrupted.

"Was that the closest you've come to a kiss since 1945?"

"I've kissed dozens of people since 1945", Basil answered. "Like man. This guy I picked up at that gay club last week, like wow. He was hot. He picked me up, which was amazing. Damn. The way he threw me on the bed. Gosh"-

"I already know about your sex life sweetie", Nat called. "I'm talking about Golden boy here".

"That bad huh?" Steve laughed.

"You froze like a deer in headlights", Nat teased.

"Well it was the first time a guy had kissed me. I think that would be allowed".

"We didn't kiss. It was a fake kiss", Basil reminded.

"It wasn't my first kiss since 1945. I'm 95. I'm not dead".

"I'm definitely not", Basil added.

"Nobody special then?" Nat asked. Steve chuckled.

"It's kinda hard to find someone with shared life experiences. The only one I know is the wrong gender".

"Aww Steve", Basil sat up. "Does that mean you would date me if I was a straight female?" Steve just laughed.

"And what about you Basil?" Nat turned to grin at him. "You got somebody special?"

"I did. He died. Now I don't date. I have sex but no. Dating is off the table for me", Basil grinned. Nat shrugged.

"Fair enough". She turned back to Steve. "You could just make something up".

"What, like you?"

"The truth is a matter of circumstance. It's not all things to all people all the time", Nat said lightly. "Neither am I".

"That's a tough way to live", Steve had gone into his serious understanding voice.

"It's a good way not to die though".

"You know it's kinda hard to trust someone when you don't know who that person really is".

"Yeah. Who do you want me to be?" Nat asked. Her voice softer.

"How bout a friend?" Steve asked.

"Well there's a chance you might be in the wrong business Rogers", Nat grinned. "What about you Basil?"

"I thought we were already bitchy best friends?" Basil frowned as he leaned forwards to stick his head between their seats. "Who else is going to call me Baby boy, non sexually, and listen to me gossip about my hook ups?"

Nat laughed. "That sounds good. As long as there's wine and cat cuddles involved".

"Of course", Basil gave her a affronted look. "Do I look like wine wouldn't be involved. I'm ninety three! My age should mean that wine should be guaranteed".

"Put your seatbelt back on Basil", Steve called. Basil leaned back and clipped his seatbelt back on.

"Where was this health and safety when you were throwing yourself out of a building Steve?" He shot back. "I'm the doctor here".

Steve and him continued a easy level of bickering for the remaining twenty minutes of the trip. Soon the last days of sun light were touching the blackening sky as they pulled up at the chain link fence. The gates were chained shut and Steve turned off the engine. Basil hopped out of the car and gazed up at the brick and concrete buildings beyond. It was a old military site. Definitely abandoned and out of use for anything other than storage. The buildings were shadows in the rapidly deepening gloom.

Nat looked around. "This is it", Steve stated.

"The file came from there coordinates", she wrinkled her nose, obviously unsure what could have come from here that was so high tech. There was no signs of life beyond the metal link fence. Basil walked through it and huffed at the paint chipped sign. Camp Lehigh.

"So did I", Steve muttered. "Basil?"

Basil walked back through the gate. "This is going to feel a little weird", he warned Nat. He took both their hands and walked them through the gate.

"That was weird", Nat shivered as he let her go. "Like a breeze blew right through me. I get why you refer to yourself as being a ghost so much. It felt pretty ghostly".

"He didn't give me a warning", Steve huffed. "The first time he did that to me was on that helicarrier back in 2012. Thought I was going to drop out on to open air".

"Na, I knew what I was doing. Besides the shock was good for you", Basil patted him on the shoulder. Around them the sky was getting dark. Nat pulled out a flash light from her pocket and handed a second to Steve.

"Do you need one?" She asked.

Basil shook his head. "Na. I have perfect night vision". She frowned at him.

"That's not in your files".

"That's because I never told anyone. I can see just as well in the dark as I can in the day. So well that it's basically a power. Not terribly useful as lighting or super strength but still useful".

"Seems like I'm not the only one keeping secrets", Nat smirked. Basil grinned back and they spread out to explore.

"This camp was where I was trained", Steve announced as they walked around the site. It had obviously not been disturbed in years. No tracks, overgrown roads and the doors to the buildings were rusted shut. Nat was scanning the whole place with a small device no bigger than a cell phone. It was beeping softly as she walked.

"This is a dead end", she announced. "Zero heat signatures, zero waves. Not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off".

Basil and Steve were looking around. Basil frowned as he saw a set of metal doors in a concrete bunker between two buildings. "Steve", he called. "Is that supposed to be there? An ammunitions bunker next to the medical facility? Cause that would be a stupid plan if it were true".

Steve frowned. "Army regulations forbids storing ammunition's within five hundred yards of the barracks. Basil was right, this building is in the wrong place".

They crossed over to the metal doors. Steve swiftly breaking the lock with his shield. They walked down the creaky metal stairs and into a concrete room full of dusty desks. A familiar emblem was stamped on the wall. Steve flicked a switch and dingy bulbs flickered into life. "This is shield", Nat satiated.

"Maybe where it started", Steve thought aloud as they began wandering through the room.

"I can feel floors below me", Basil stated. "And walls with rooms down there and there". He pointed.

"You can feel floors below you?" Nat asked.

"Yeah. I'm trying hard not to fall through them. It's a conscious effort when I go intangible like this". Basil demonstrated by walking through a desk.

"Huh", Nat nodded. "Why you're getting more interesting by the minute baby boy". Basil grinned at her.

They continued through a open door into one of the rooms Basil mentioned. It was obviously a filling room. With dusty boxes and empty drawers. All the files having been moved when shield changed headquarters. It led on to a corridor. "And there's Stark's father", Nat remarked. Three black and white photos were hanging on the wall opposite the door.

"Howard", Steve stated.

"Oh and there's old Phillips", Basil gestured to the photo on the left. Colonel Phillips was frowning at the camera.

"Who's the girl?" Nat asked. The last photo on the right was Peggy Carter in her beautiful youth. It must have been taken pretty soon after the war as she was just as Basil remembered. Steve gazed at it for a second before turning and moving on without a word.

"That's Peggy Carter", Basil smiled. "She was a good friend". Then he followed on after Steve. Nat didn't say anything about their answers and she didn't ask them any more questions about the base either.

Basil stopped at a bookshelf just further down the corridor. Steve had stopped there too. He was watching the cobwebs moved slightly in the breeze. "Basil?"

"There's a shaft there", Basil muttered. "Feels like an elevator maybe. It should lead to those floors below that I mentioned". Steve nodded and took hols of the bookcase. He pushed and it slid back with a slight screech. Behind it stood two metal doors of an elevator. Nat stepped forwards and held her scanning device up to the key pad. It hummed then beeped and she pressed in the key.

"This is whole manner of spooky", Basil muttered as he got in the elevator. There was only two buttons and Steve pressed the lower one. The doors slid closed with a creak and the whole box began to hum as the old mechanics began to lower it down. Basil began humming as they went lower. "When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said 'son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, beaten and the damned".

"My chemical romance?" Nat asked with a judging look. "Who introduced you to them?"

"What?" Steve frowned in confusion.

"I think it was Clint".

Nat rolled her eyes. "Of course it was Clint. I should have known". They both fell silent as the lift stopped and the doors slid open with a ding. The room beyond was big and dark. Basil could see rows upon rows of big computer drives. The whole thing stretching out far beyond what he could see. The room was huge. It must spread out over almost the whole site.

The three of them walked forwards and lights flickered on as they came to the control panel. Three big screens took up the majority of the space. The tech old and chunky. "This can't be the data point. This technology is ancient", Natasha huffed. She snorted as she saw Steve and Basil. "Sorry".

"Yeah yeah. Just call us old", Basil grinned. Nat smirked and took a few steps towards the control panel. On it, standing out against the old tech was a series of plugs for a hardrive. She plugged it in and they all froze as around them the hundreds of old computer drives began humming and the tapes began turning.

"I don't like this", Basil muttered. "Creepy shit".

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An: I wrote this on two different types of pain meds and at 11 something at night, so excuse any weirdness.