Phil and the rest of his team sat quietly in the common room as they listened to the argument taking place a level above them. Steve and Connie had been going at it for about ten minutes now, and no one else knew what to do except sit and listen. Skye had originally suggested trying to break the two of them apart, but Phil informed her that it would only further aggravate the two of them, especially Connie, and two aggravated super-soldiers was nothing any of them wanted to deal with. They just hoped the the confrontation between the two of them remained verbal.

"So, Coulson, you're the one responsible for this super-soldier smackdown?" Skye asked with a sarcastic smile on her face as Steve and Connie continued yelling at each other upstairs. "What the hell did you do to make them so mad at each other?"

Phil shrugged and glanced around at his teammates, all of whom were staring at him with rather displeased looks on their faces. They were happy that whatever Phil had done had brought the world's greatest soldier onto their flying base, but they weren't happy knowing that whatever Phil had done had angered the world's greatest soldier tremendously.

"You see, the thing is, Connie was keeping a major secret from Steve that I told her not to keep from him," Phil told his teammates. "I felt that this secret was one he deserved to know, so I told him."

"But is it really your place to reveal that secret?" Simmons asked curiously.

Phil chuckled and shook his head. "No, it's not. I mean, of course I feel bad about going against Connie's wishes, but if you knew the secret you would understand exactly why I had to tell him."

A crash sounded from upstairs, startling the team slightly.

"Are you sure we shouldn't go up there and do something about them?" Fitz asked Coulson.

"I'd be more than happy to shut them up," Agent May added nonchalantly.

Phil glanced between her and Fitz and shook his head. "If anything, that's the last thing we want to do. And May, I'm sure you'd be happy to do that, and I have complete faith that under different circumstances you could with ease, but an angry Connie is not a Connie you want to mess with. Trust me."

"Then what the hell are we supposed to do about it?" Skye retorted.

"We let them hash it out."

Upstairs, Steve and Connie were most certainly hashing things out, though it was being done in the least civilized way possible.

It was very rare for Connie and Steve to get into an argument about something, but when they did, all hell broke loose. After knowing each other for such a long time, there weren't many boundaries between the two of them when an argument broke out, but because the topic of this particular argument was so crucial and sensitive, boundaries were nothing but nonexistent.

"How could you not tell me about this, Connie?" Steve exclaimed angrily as he picked up the small shelf Connie had just knocked over. He'd been mad at Connie a good number of times, but he'd never ever been so livid with her.

Connie rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her tousled brown hair. "I told you why!"

"Please," Steve scoffed. "You may be an expert at pretending to be a compulsive liar, but remember that I know you better than anyone, Constance Mae. You can do much better than what you've been telling me, so why don't you just tell me the real reason why the hell you didn't tell me about Bucky."

"Because he didn't want me to," Connie snapped. She knew Steve meant well, and she most certainly didn't mean to snap at him, but she was growing rather perturbed with the man she called her brother. "I was going to tell you, Steve; I was going to tell you everything that day at the hospital, but he didn't want me to."

"And why not?"

Connie threw her hands up in defeat. "I don't know. I asked him why and he couldn't tell me."

"Sam and I have been looking for him for a month, Connie," Steve said to her. "I wasted a month of my life looking for my best friend while he was with you the whole time. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"In my defense, I told you he didn't want to be found," Connie defended herself.

Steve's eyes widened in realization and he stepped closer to Connie. "That's why you demanded to be discharged from the hospital, isn't it? It was so you could go look for him? The lies just keep adding up," Steve chuckled dryly.

Connie's lip twitched in anger as she looked up at him. "I did it to protect him."

"I could've protected him, too, Connie," Steve remarked.

"You don't think I know that?" Connie forced out.

"It was never just two of us," Steve breathed out. "It was always the three of us—me, you, and Bucky. We were inseparable; we did everything we could do to take care of each other; we were the most important people in each others lives. You two were the reason I looked forward to waking up everyday, but the past month or so, you both have been waking up without a single thread of thought about me. I guess the times really have changed, haven't they?"

Connie shook her head and grabbed Steve as he made a move to walk away from her, latching tightly onto his upper arm. She was afraid that if she let him walk away she wouldn't be able to convince him to come back. She screwed up, that much she knew, and she needed to fix it before she couldn't anymore.

"It is the three of us, Steve," Connie assured him. "It will always be the three of us, okay? It will always be me, you, and Bucky. We just have to get Bucky back and then things will start falling in place for us. . .hopefully."

"Can't get him back if you two are still up here bickering," Phil's voice sounded.

The two super-soldiers turned their heads to look at him with questioning expressions on their faces, though Steve's expression was more-so along the lines bewilderment. He still couldn't begin to fathom how Phil Coulson was alive, nor could he begin to fathom exactly how he went two years without knowing he was alive.

"What are you talking about?" Connie asked as she approached him.

Phil handed her the tablet in his hands. "Skye managed to locate three known Hydra facilities in Russia, though there are only two that appear to be active as of now. She just ruled out one of two in Siberia."

Connie's brows furrowed as she looked at the information on the tablet and she handed it over to Steve. "So, what does this mean exactly?"

"It means we're gonna get your boyfriend back, Connie," Phil said before taking off again. "Wheels up in ten."

Connie looked at Steve, who was staring rather intently at the tablet.

"What's wrong?" Connie asked him.

Steve held the tablet out to her and pointed to one of the facilities on the map. Connie's mouth parted slightly as she took notice of its particular location, and she looked up at Steve.

"Isn't this where you—"

"Oh my gosh," Connie breathed out as she removed the tablet from Steve's hand.

She tapped away on the screen, gathering as much information as she possibly could on the small facility located in Siberia. The moment intel regarding previous facility prisoners popped up, Connie wasted no time at all in looking over it. She soon found a file on herself, though much of it was encrypted and impossible to decipher unless she dove further into the system. She could without a doubt hack her way into the system, but at the moment it was the last thing on her mind; she would leave the hacking to Skye.

The file that caught Connie's attention, though, was the file on Bucky. She knew better than anyone that she and Bucky never shared the same roof while under Hydra's control. Hydra wasn't stupid, and keeping the two of them in the same building together, especially when both were handled under completely different protocols, was quite reckless.

"What's wrong, Connie?" Steve asked as he glanced down at the tablet. "Why is there a file on Bucky related to the facility you were taken to?"

Connie was now working diligently on decrypting Bucky's file. "I don't think this is where Bucky is, Steve. I'm reading that these files were transferred over from the other facility at least forty years ago, but that's not true. Hydra never would've been stupid enough to stick us under the same roof together."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that Ward doesn't know that," Connie told him. "What Ward knows is that Bucky and I are both Hydra super-soldiers; he doesn't know that there are different protocols used for taking care of us, and since all of the agents that took care of us are either dead or off the grid, there's no way for Ward to know what to do to trigger Bucky."

"So, we're basically worried for nothing?"

Connie shook her head. "Not exactly. Grant not knowing what the hell to do with Bucky gives us every single reason to worry. He will do whatever he can do in order to resurface the Winter Soldier, and that includes torturing him. I know you're against killing people, and believe me, I am too, but if Grant hurts Bucky, I will tear him apart, Steve."

"And I'll act like I didn't see a thing," Steve smirked as he removed the tablet from her hands. "Should we get this intel to the team?"

"I think we should," Connie replied.

It wasn't long before Steve and Connie were taking off down the stairs, both more than ready to bring their Bucky back home.