The truck went over a bump and Namara was jolted awake as her head bumped against the window.  

 "We're here," Steve said quietly.

   The truck swerved around a sharp corner and then went up a small drive. Namara knew they'd been driving for over 8 hours, and were somewhere deep in the mountains. When the truck stopped, Namara slid out of the truck, pulling her backpack out with her. She tilted her head back, gazing at the small house in front of her. It looked like a civil war era country home and a victorian house had a love child, and this lovechild was painted a soft green and had stones laid into the chimney. A neat row of yellow, red, and blue snapdragon flowers ran across the front of the house. It didn't seem like the place where  someone hiding from SHIELD would be. 

   A massive black dog loped around the house, and ran straight for Namara. She wasn't sure whether it was going to greet her or tear her face off. But to her surprise, the dog ran right past her and slammed headfirst into Steve's shins. 

   The thickly built supersoldier went down like a tree in a thunderstorm, the massive black dog licking his face and barking happily. 

   A high pitched whistle rang out, and Sirius bolted up the steps to the house and to a tall man who was standing at the open door.

 "Steve, come on in!" He shouted, holding the door open and allowing the dog to go into the house.

   Motioning for Namara to follow him, Steve headed up the drive to the stairs that led up to the house. Shouldering her bag, Namara followed him up and onto the porch. The wooden stairs creaked with each step Namara took. When she got to the top, Steve was holding the door open for her. 

 "Thanks."

 "No problem."

  The inside of the house also wasn't what Namara had been expecting, she'd been expecting something that looked like a SHIELD safe house. White walls and furniture that was bolted to the floor. But this was the complete opposite. The house was lit by a several lamps, and there were paintings and pictures on the walls. The paintings were amazing, landscape scenes of mountains and waterfalls, abstract scenes, and some were sunsets. The pictures showed the man from the porch standing next to a woman in a wheelchair, they both seemed happy.

  "Come on in here," A woman's voice echoed from deeper inside the house.

   Hesitantly, Namara followed Steve as he walked into the house. The kitchen was attached to the living room. A small fish tank sat on a counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, several fish swam happily inside, flashing their bright colors. The massive black dog raced across the living room, his claws making tapping noises on the wooden floors. A smaller white puppy, who looked like a cotton ball with a face, ran after the larger dog. 

  The woman in the wheelchair from the hall pictures was sitting in the living room. She had a kind smile, with gentle eyes. Her long silver hair was braided down her back, with several feather stuck into the base of the braid. She looked like one of those weirdos at the Circus who'd tried to convince Namara that they could talk to animals and that you should devote your life to purifying your soul. 

  "Namara, it's nice to meet you. I'm Willow."