AFTER DEALING WITH John Walker, the four's new priority was to apprehend Karli Morgenthau. Unfortunately, she escaped after their encounter and was in the wind.

Y/N, Sam, Nat, and Bucky were in their civilian clothing and out of their suits. Sam started to speak to his colleagues about the situation they were in.

"The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli, but so far they've only found her followers. They've searched this camp, and just like the last camp, nothing. She's gone. We'll never find her."

Bucky simply stared at the shield that lay on the table, not listening to what he had to say. Y/N had his arms crossed as he stood beside Natasha.

Joaquin Torres came into the room and gave each of them a smile. He then turned to Bucky. "Hey, you got your sleeve back."

Bucky rolled his eyes and made his way toward the exit. Y/N looked at him and called out.

"Are you off to take care of Zemo?"

Bucky turned around and stared at Y/N for a moment. He didn't reply and walked out of the room.

"Someone's in a grumpy mood." Natasha remarked. "Not surprising though."

"Good to know you guys survived." Joaquin said before looking at the redhead.

"Uh, hi! It's nice to meet you, Miss Romanoff." He greeted before correcting himself. "I mean, Mrs. Romanoff...I mean...Carter?"

She chuckled softly. "Romanoff-Carter. But either one is fine with me."

"What's our next steps, Torres?" Sam asked the young soldier after the awkward greeting.

"Captain America killing a foreign national in public, it's kinda like a big deal. Like international incident big. Folks, uh, higher up on the payroll are all over it now. So, unfortunately—"

Y/N sighed. "They're taking jurisdiction."

"Yeah."

Joaquin walked over to the table and noticed Sam's duffel bag that contained his broken Falcon wings.

"What happened to these?" He asked.

"The bird's not gonna be able to fly again anytime soon." Y/N joked, which garnered an eye roll by Sam and a hit to the arm by Natasha. "Ow."

"So is there anything we can do?" Sam asked Torres about the Flag-Smasher situation.

"Not really. As you can see, they've cordoned off the whole camp, and Karli's a ghost. After what went down, she is laying extra low. Like, under-underground."

Y/N walked up to the two and joined the conversation. "And that's why it makes sense for us to get involved. The longer we let her regroup, the harder it's gonna be to find her."

"She's got people helping her all over the world, on all platforms." He replied.

"She's pretty good at this thing." Natasha chimed in as she went up to them.

"Yeah." Sam breathed out.

"All we can do now is sit tight and just chill. Sometimes, there's nothing to do until there's something to do." Torres told them.

Sam looked at the man. "That's bizarrely wise."

"Well, I'm a bizarrely wise man." Joaquin replied with a chuckle.

"That's good." Y/N said. "We need more people like you."

Joaquin appreciated his words. Still, he decided to reply with a joke.

"Thanks, old man."

"Ooh, never thought I'd hear that so soon." Y/N chuckled as he grabbed the shield from the table.

"Thanks, Joaquin." He started to bid farewell.

He nodded. "For sure."

Sam picked up his duffel bag and started walking out with Y/N and Natasha. He looked back at Joaquin.

"Take care of yourself, Torres. We'll keep in touch."

• • •

THE THREE USED the Quinjet to fly back to the United States. The aircraft was available in the hangar by the halfway-rebuilt Avengers Compound. Natasha used it to arrive in Latvia and assist Y/N.

Before they could go home, Y/N and Sam decided to stop in Baltimore. They wanted to pay a visit to Isaiah Bradley, with the young super-soldier wanting to show him the shield. It was a symbol he deserved to uphold in the past but was not allowed to.

Natasha stayed behind while Sam and Y/N walked through the streets. They saw Elijah Bradley playing basketball with one of his friends. The boy noticed the men walking toward his house and he immediately stopped them.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Elijah called out. "What y'all doing, man?"

"We're going to see your grandfather." Sam replied.

Elijah hesitated for a bit. He eventually decided to let them go. "All right, he's in the back."

"Thanks."

They walked up to the house and went to the backyard. They heard the water running, and saw that Isaiah was tending to his plants. He turned around and saw the two, also eyeing the circular leather carrying case that Y/N had.

"That what I think it is?" He asked.

Y/N started to open it, but the elder man stopped him.

"Mmm-mmm. Leave it covered. Them stars and stripes don't mean nothin' good to me."

"I..." Y/N wasn't sure what to say at first. "I need to understand."

"You?" Isaiah scoffed as he picked up a flower pot and moved it. "Why do you care?"

"What happened to you. It's not—"

"I do not need your pity." He interjected. "There are people who understand. Every black man does." He looked at Sam. "Whether they wanna deny it or not..."

"Don't do that bitter, old man thing with me." Sam said.

"If you ain't bitter, you're blind." Isaiah shot back.

Y/N exhaled, looking directly at the older man. "What went wrong?"

Isaiah stopped what he was doing. The sudden inquiry of the young man piqued his interest. Coming from the son of Steve Rogers, it let him know that he was genuine in his questioning.

"I use to be like you. A young man eager to do what was right for their country and bear the sigil...until I opened my eyes." He answered. "Until I saw men in the Red Tails, the famous 332 fight for this country, only to come home to find crosses burned on their lawn."

Sam decided to reply. "I'm from the south. I get that. But you were a super-soldier like Steve. You could've been the next—"

"The next? What? Huh? Blonde hair, blue eyes, stars and stripes?" He interrupted as he glanced at Y/N. "The whole world's been chasing that great white hope since his daddy was dosed with that serum."

"Rogers did not put you in jail." Y/N said.

Isaiah didn't respond and looked at the two men. After a brief silence, he motioned them inside. "Come with me."

Sam and Y/N sat in the living room as the former looked at a couple of photos that Isaiah handed him. It was of Isaiah's late wife. The elder man grabbed a lockbox from the shelf and sat in the seat across from them.

"She died while I was in jail. They, uh, never let a single one of her letters get to me." He looked at the open lockbox. "They locked 'em in this box."

Isaiah continued. "They told her I was dead. Yeah, and after a while, she was gone, and, uh..." He tried to hold back tears, but couldn't finish. "Sorry..."

Y/N had taken the photos from Sam and looked at them. It hurt to hear what Isaiah was saying. Having the love of your life out there thinking you were dead was heartbreaking. And to think that the government had everything to do with it.

"You wanted to know what went wrong?" Isaiah asked Y/N and got his attention. He started to explain to them.

"A handful of us got shot up with different versions of that serum, but they don't tell us what it is. They tell us it's tetanus. They sent us on missions even though the others weren't stable. Some of us start dying off. Then a couple of the boys get captured on a mission. I heard the brass talkin' about blowing the POW camp to hell to hide the evidence. But those were my men. My brothers. Not evidence. So I bust out of the facility one night and I brought them boys back. Not that it made a damn bit of difference. It wasn't long before it was only me left. And what did I get for saving their lives?"

Isaiah lifted his shirt and showed them the scars on his abdomen. Scars from torture and experimentation. Sam looked on in awe as Y/N let out an inaudible gasp.

"For the next 30 years, they experimented on me...trying to figure out why the serum worked." He started to choke up. "There was a nurse...she took pity on me. Wrote up some fake reports, something. She had me declared dead."

Sam sighed and looked down. Isaiah leaned over and pushed the lockbox closer to them.

"That's who gave me this." He added.

Y/N grabbed the bundled-up letters and held them. It had a picture of his wife attached to them. He looked at it in sorrow.

"My, God." Isaiah breathed out. "I loved her so much."

Y/N gave the stack to Sam beside him. He rubbed his face and exhaled before looking back at Isaiah.

"Mr. Bradley..." Y/N began. "We have to do something. We have to tell somebody."

"No. Leave me dead. My name is buried."

"But the world's different now." Sam chimed in. "We know people...I know people."

"Is that why you're here? You think things are different? You think times are different? You think I wouldn't be dead in a day if you brought me out?"

Y/N shook his head. "Mr. Bradley—"

"You want to believe jail was my fault because you got your daddy's shield." He interjected, in which the young man sighed.

Isaiah continued. "They were worried my story might get out. So...they made it seem as if I never existed."

Y/N looked down and writhed his hands. Isaiah didn't stop staring at the young man and kept speaking.

"The people you want to serve are the ones who tried to keep me locked away. The ones who erased me. Kept me from living my life." He said. "If I were you, I'd bury that thing and forget. Move on from it. Leave that thing in the past where it was supposed to be, like your daddy."

The young super-soldier didn't respond, simply giving a nod as he stood up. He picked up the carrying case and looked at Sam.

"Uh, I'll meet you outside." He told Y/N, wanting to stay a bit to talk with Isaiah some more.

Y/N nodded and looked at Isaiah. He cleared his throat. "It was nice talking with you, Mr. Bradley."

He left the house, leaving Sam and Isaiah in the living room.

Y/N walked down the street holding the case. He walked by Elijah and his friend, who were bidding each other farewell as they just finished playing basketball.

"Aight. Good night, man." He dapped up his friend before he left.

Elijah started walking away and saw Y/N. He held his ball and looked at the man. "Everything good with my grandpa?"

"Yeah. Sam's still in there talking with him."

The teenager nodded and looked at the case he was holding. He figured what was in it.

"Is that..."

"Oh. Yeah." Y/N replied as he looked at it. "Don't want it to get dirty, you know?"

After cleaning the blood of it earlier that day, he wanted to make sure it was in pristine condition before showing it to Isaiah.

Elijah swallowed, trying to conjure words as he thought about what to say.

"Can I see it?"

Y/N smiled and immediately unzipped the case to show the teenager. Elijah was in awe at the sight of the red-white-blue disc.

"That's pretty cool." He remarked.

"I would've never thought you'd think so." Y/N replied with a raised brow.

Elijah understood what he meant. Having a grandfather that despised such a symbol should've seemingly rubbed off on him.

"Growing up I loved superheroes. Most people were going for Iron Man and Hulk, I rooted for Captain America." He explained. "Then going into middle school...my grandpa told me about what he went through. It never sat right with me. He had the same power...same heart...same integrity as Captain America, but they just threw him away."

"I know, Elijah." Y/N replied. "It pains me to know that's what they did to your grandfather."

Elijah sighed, bouncing the ball before palming it again. "My grandpa was a hero...a patriot...and they treated him like he was nothing."

"You're right. He was a hero. And he still is. Trust me, Sam and I are going to do the best we can to make sure he's regarded as such." Y/N replied.

Elijah nodded, taking in his words. The super-soldier continued.

"Even in the face of adversity, Isaiah fought for what he thought was right. Like you said, he has the heart and the integrity of a hero. He is an inspiration. The world needs more of that, especially now."

Moments later, Sam came out of the house and started walking toward them. With his conversation with Isaiah concluded, Y/N knew it was time to leave.

"Thank you, Y/N." Elijah told him.

Y/N smiled and zipped the case back up. "Good night, Elijah. Until next time."

• • •

ZEMO STOOD IN front of the Sokovian memorial beside what used to be a crater from a part of the city. It was now filled with water and made into a lake.

As he was staring at it, Bucky arrived and stood a few feet away from him. Zemo didn't have to look at the soldier to know it was him.

"I thought you'd be here sooner." He remarked. "Don't worry. I decided I'm not going to kill you or Y/N."

Bucky gripped a pistol at his side, staring at Zemo. He turned off the safety of the gun.

"Imagine my relief." He replied.

Zemo seemed unfazed by the sidearm he was holding. He stepped closer to Bucky.

"The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation. I warned Y/N, but he didn't listen to me. He's as stubborn as his father before him, also thinking he can be as pure." Zemo said. "But you...they literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done."

Bucky didn't reply and simply stared at him. Zemo continued.

"Karli has people everywhere, and there's only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission."

"I appreciate the advice." Bucky said. "But we're gonna do it our own way."

The Baron chuckled softly. "Yeah. I was afraid you would say that."

Bucky aimed his pistol at Zemo's face and pulled back the lever. The man just stared at the soldier, seemingly prepared to have his fate decided. He pulled the trigger, and all they heard was a click.

He lowered the weapon and showed Zemo the fistful of bullets he had in his left hand. He let them fall to the floor, revealing to the Baron that he was never going to kill him.

Dora Milaje warriors arrived to apprehend Zemo. He looked back at them and nodded.

"Ladies..." Zemo turned back to Bucky. "I took the liberty of crossing off my name from your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do."

He continued. "Y/N would hold no grudges either if you ever decide to tell him. He would understand. That's just my two cents."

Bucky simply nodded.

"Goodbye, James."

Two warriors escorted Zemo to their aircraft nearby. Ayo stood beside Bucky and watched as they walked away with him.

"We will take him to the Raft. Where he will live out his days." Ayo told him.

"Hope he likes it." He replied sarcastically.

After a moment of silence, Ayo spoke to Bucky again. "I apologize for what transpired back in Latvia. I don't want you or Lieutenant Carter to believe that we mistrust you."

"We understand, Ayo." Bucky replied. "There's no hard feelings."

Ayo nodded. "Still, it may be prudent to make yourself scarce in Wakanda for the time being, White Wolf."

Bucky understood that it may not have bode well to the kingdom that he broke their former king's murderer out of prison.

"Fair enough."

Ayo began to walk away. Bucky looked down for a moment before calling out to her. "Hey!"

She turned around and faced Barnes. He put his hands in his coat pockets and looked at her.

"I may have another favor to ask of you."

• • •

AFTER HIS VISIT with Isaiah, Sam chose to take a break from all the Flag-Smasher business for the time being...mostly since there were no new leads on Karli. So the man decided to try and fix his parents' boat, and it was coming along well with the help of familiar faces from the community.

Y/N was there to help as well, and Natasha came along with the children. It was nice taking Maggie and Nikolai to Louisiana and getting to know their Uncle Sam's hometown.

The teenager and her little brother spent time with Sam's nephews, AJ and Cass, at the docks while their parents helped around. Y/N wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the boat.

"So this was passed down to you?" Y/N asked Sam, who was crouched down looking at the underside of the vessel.

"Pretty much. If I had to be honest though, I think my pops figured Sarah would be carrying on the business." He replied.

Y/N chuckled. "He didn't think you were much a sailor?"

Natasha walked up to the two, overhearing their conversation. "You know Sam. He's more of an in-the-air kinda guy."

"Yeah. Shame on them for not passing down a skydiving business." He replied sarcastically.

The three laughed. Sam moved to the truck by the dock and looked at the large crate on the bed.

"Mind helping me with this?" Sam asked Y/N.

Before he could do so, Bucky suddenly arrived and carried the crate off the truck bed. A couple of Sam's family friends looked on in awe.

"You're welcome." Bucky said.

Y/N chuckled. Barnes then picked up two metal cases and placed them on the truck bed. One was larger than the other but was equally sleek-looking.

"Just dropping this off. You both can sign for it and I'll go." Bucky told them.

"What is this?" Sam asked.

"I called in a favor from the Wakandans."

"Really?" Y/N replied and looked at the cases. He placed his hand on the large one and Bucky swatted it away.

"That's Sam's." Bucky pointed at the smaller one. "This is yours."

Natasha laughed at the exchange and Y/N shot her a look. Bucky looked on at the vessel on the water.

"Is this the boat?" He asked.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"It's nice. Do you need any extra hands?"

Sam honestly didn't mind an extra pair of hands for the job. Especially super-powered ones.

"I'd appreciate it." Sam said with a smile.

"You a handyman yourself?" Y/N asked.

He lifted his vibranium arm. "I'd say this is pretty handy."

"That's probably the funniest thing you've ever said, Barnes." Natasha remarked.

"Hey. I'm funny when I want to be."

They shared a laugh and were about to get to work. Suddenly, Sarah walked up to them so she can speak to Sam. She noticed the familiar face that had arrived, and Bucky smiled at Sam's sister.

"Hi, I'm Bucky."

"Oh." She smiled back. "Sarah."

The soldier kept grinning. "Sarah..."

Sam looked at the two of them. He was aware of the slight flirtation that was being attempted between his colleague and sister.

Y/N nudged Natasha and motioned for them to step away. He chuckled as they did.

"Let's not be around when Sam ends up tossing him into the water." He whispered.

The four friends sat in the cockpit of the boat as they enjoyed their beverages. It was nice to do so after a long day of repairs and up-keeping the vessel.

"You think Karli's gonna throw in the towel?" Bucky asked as he held his beer.

"I think she's gonna double down." Sam answered.

Y/N took a swig of his drink. "Do we have an idea on how to stop her?"

"I got Joaquin working on something."

"Well, Zemo says there's only one way." Bucky told them. The three knew what he was inferring.

"I could care less about what Zemo says." Y/N said. "I hope he likes the same four walls and roof at the Raft for the rest of his life."

"Oh, I know he's gonna piss Ross off." Natasha remarked before sipping her beer.

"He's going to have a blast." Y/N replied.

"Hey, be nice to the guy who let you two run off into the sunset." Sam told them jokingly.

"Please." Natasha began as she recalled what happened in Belarus. "With or without him I would've gotten us both out of that van."

After a few more minutes of conversation, Bucky finished his beer and put it down.

"Gotta catch my flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night. Crash, you know?" Bucky looked at Natasha and Y/N. "You two get here commercially or with the Quinjet?"

"Oh, no. We had Wong open a portal." Y/N answered.

Bucky laughed. After the two didn't laugh with him, he started to realize they weren't joking.

"Really?" He asked.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah. He said to call him if we want to get back home so he can open one here."

"I mean, if you don't want to bother with a hotel and the flight...you can just come with us." Natasha chimed in.

"Well...um...yeah." Bucky said. "That's quite the timesaver."

Sam nodded. "Unless you care about the money you wasted on the plane ticket, you can stay here. The people here are fond of you."

"Yeah...the people here are nice." Bucky admitted. "But I'll just go with them through the portal."

Sam was okay with Bucky's decision. He let out a chuckle, then get semi-serious.

"On second thought, you going is a good idea. It'll keep you from flirting with my sister."

Bucky chuckled. "Okay, I was not—"

"I keep seeing that and I'll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish."

"Okay. For sure." Bucky nodded and turned to Y/N. "Please call the sorcerer before I end up on a missing person's poster."

The young soldier laughed as he got up from his seat and put the beer down. He fixed his sleeves and looked at Sam.

"You don't need any more help?" Y/N asked about the boat.

Sam looked at Y/N, Natasha, and Bucky. He was appreciative of his three friends and of the help he received from them.

"Nah, everything's good." He said with a smile. "You go on and continue planning out that empty-ass backyard of yours."

"Just you wait, Wilson, next time you come over we're gonna have a fire pit, fountain, and everything."

Sam stood up and clasped hands with Y/N.

"Let us know when you get something on Karli." He added.

"Of course, brother." Sam replied, then looked down at the case on the floor. "Don't forget yours."

Sam bid farewell to Natasha and Bucky next. Y/N picked up his case and the trio got off the boat. They left the docks and were on their way to the Wilson household to get Maggie and Nikolai.

He sat back down and held his beer. He took a swig of it as he looked at the case on the table, wondering what Bucky had the Wakandans conjure up for both him and Y/N.

• • •

BUCKY AND Y/N sat under the patio in the backyard of the Romanoff-Carter home. The shield rested upright against the chair in front of them as they conversed.

"It's nice to finally see it again." Bucky said. "Without the blood."

Y/N nodded. "Seeing it that way...after Walker killed the man...it disgusted me."

Bucky looked down. Y/N sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I didn't know who's hands it would be better in. I entrusted it to the government and they trusted John. All this started because I didn't trust it in my own." Y/N said.

Bucky looked at Y/N. The young man started to recall the conversation he and Sam had with Isaiah Bradley two days ago.

Y/N continued. "The legacy of that shield is...complicated, to say the least."

"When Steve told me what he was planning, I don't think we understood how you'd feel." Bucky said. "You grew up knowing one thing...then everything you thought you knew was flipped upside down."

Y/N looked at Bucky.

Barnes continued. "I thought it'd be just me, having these doubts and thinking I was made to do one thing. We saw you as you, the agent, the Avenger, the hero, Steve's son. We didn't think about how you were feeling about the other parts."

Bucky got up and went over to the shield. He picked it up and looked at the symbol. He kept speaking to the young man.

"It was wrong of us to assume otherwise, to have this title put upon you so suddenly." He held out the shield toward him. "I owe you an apology. I'm sorry."

Y/N took the shield and gave a nod. "Thank you."

"Whatever happened with Walker, it wasn't your fault. I get it." Bucky said. "It's just, that shield...it meant a lot to me. It felt like the closest thing I've got left to a family. So when you retired it...it made me feel like I had nothing left. It made me question everything. Me...you...Steve..."

Those words hit Y/N. He didn't want Bucky thinking that he had nothing, that he had no family. Before he was blipped Barnes forcibly was put in and out of cryostasis and used as the Winter Soldier, then he was on the run after HYDRA fell, then he was held in Wakanda for two years to remove his programming. He was always in a war and never had time to settle down.

Now with everything seemingly back to normal, Bucky didn't know what to do and felt alone. He'd only visited Y/N and his family once since he was blipped back, but still chose to seclude himself because of his quest to make amends. An amend he still needed to accomplish dealt with Y/N, and he was scared.

"You're not alone, Buck. You'll never have nothing, you'll always have something." Y/N said. "Yeah, my dad is gone...but you have me, and I have you. We have each other."

Bucky watched as Y/N walked out from under the patio and into his backyard. He tossed the shield into the metal wall of the shed and it bounced back toward Barnes, where he caught it.

"I thought about what you said back during our couples' therapy session..." Y/N began, in which Bucky laughed. He continued. "My self-doubt. Yeah, it's been a problem."

"But it's relatable." Bucky replied and threw the shield at the wall. It ricocheted back into Y/N's arm.

"But during this whole trip of ours, it got me thinking. We gotta stop letting other people tell us who we are. All the negatives, we just gotta filter it out."

He threw it again and it bounced back toward Bucky. Y/N looked at his uncle figure as the man gazed at the disc.

"Are you having nightmares?" He asked Bucky.

"All the time. It means I remember...and that a part of the Winter Soldier is still there."

He threw the shield again and Y/N caught it.

"And that's why you're amending?"

"Yeah."

"And is it offering you closure?"

"I don't know."

Y/N exhaled. "During the blip, I...uh...I tracked down the living families of the two agents I killed when the Widows first activated me. It was hard...but I was able to tell them sorry."

Bucky silently looked at him as he explained.

"I didn't do it to make myself feel better, I did it for them. To give them some type of closure, because I was the only one who can give it to them." He added. "Is there somebody in that book of yours that needs that?"

"Probably a dozen." Bucky replied.

"That's fine. Start with one."

Bucky knew of the one person he needed to give closure to. After that one was done, he'd move on to the next...likely Y/N when the time comes.

"Good talk." Bucky replied with a smile.

Y/N chuckled and clasped his hand. He ultimately pulled his uncle figure in for a hug and he pat Y/N's back.

"Thank you." Bucky added.

Y/N parted from the hug and looked at Bucky. "Your family is right here, Buck. Remember that, okay?"

Bucky smiled, then looked through the window of the house where he saw Natasha, Maggie, and Nikolai in the kitchen.

The young man had a point. Even with Steve gone, he had something.

• • •

MAGGIE WAS WATCHING television in the living room. Their new TV arrived just yesterday, replacing the one her father had impaled with the remote last week. Now she could catch up on the shows she's missed.

"Everything coming out all right?" Y/N asked about the television as he came in.

"Yeah. We just need to remember not to tune into the news or else you'd kill this one too." She joked.

"Haha." He replied. "No worries. We shouldn't see John on-screen anymore since he was stripped of the title after what he pulled in Latvia."

"I saw some pictures of him online." She turned to him and gave an intrigued look. "You break his arm?"

He picked up plates that were left on the dining table and went toward the kitchen. "I won't confirm nor deny, sweetheart."

As he was putting away the dishes, Y/N's phone rang. He pulled it out and saw that it was a call from Sam. He leaned against the side of the island and answered the phone.

"What's up, Sam?"

"Torres called. Karli's in NYC."

Y/N sighed. "All right. You coming over here?"

"I'll be there in less than an hour."

"We'll be ready,"

"All right."

The call ended and he turned around to see Natasha standing by the island. She already knew who the call was from.

"Sam?" She asked.

He nodded. "Karli's in the city. We gotta move."

"I'll call Barnes. Go get ready."

Y/N left the kitchen and went to their room. The shield was upright against the dresser and the metal case from the Wakandans was on the bed. He went up to it and gazed at the box...this was the first time he'd be seeing its contents. He pressed his thumb against the scanner, and it unlocked soon afterward.

He opened it...looking at what was inside. He inhaled deeply at the sight, then breathed out slowly. He kept gazing at it until he looked to his right and saw Natasha by the doorway. She smirked.

"Let's get to work, Captain."