It had been just over a month since Namara left the Avengers facility for SHIELD. Steve was walking back up to his small apartment, after another long day at the compound. He fumbled with his keys for a few seconds before finding the correct on and unlocking the door.

   The apartment was dark and completely silent. 

 Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from the shadows, "Steve."

  He lurched forward, ready to fight, but whoever it was grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground. He slammed into the wood heavily, the breath knock from his lungs. His attacker jumped away from him and switched the light on.

 It was Namara. Her eyes were shadowed and vacant, and she looked like she'd been sick. Her muscular shoulders were hunched in and her black ponytail was tangled, like it had been days since she'd brushed her hair. 

 "How did you get in?"

"Window."

"What do you want?"

"Your help."

"With what?"

"SHIELD took a kid from HYDRA custody a little over a week ago. He's being kept sedated in a box. I need help getting him out, maybe the Avengers could take him into their custody."

"Why?"

 Namara threw her hands up, "I don't know Steve. What is this? Twenty questions?"

 "I just need to know what I would be getting into," Steve sighed. "You left a month ago and haven't had any contact with the Avengers. Not even Stark could crack into SHIELD files deep enough to find out where you were. Where were you? What were you doing? Would it have killed you to pick up a phone?"

 "Christ Steve you sound like an angsty teenage girl. Yes, it would have killed me to pick up a phone. I was working, and if I picked up a phone Fury would have had me shot. What I was doing was classified."

"I'll talk to the team and to Fury, that's all I can do Namara."