"You can put your things in here." Bucky tossed a dusty duffel to him as Clint came out if the washroom, a towel tied around his waist and his hair damp.

As Bucky brushed past him into the washroom Clint frowned and set the bag down on the table. Everything except his bow and costume were back in his tent.

Well, Clint thought. At least my bag will be light.

Then a second,less helpful thought surfaced.

"Dammit." Clint ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in odd angles.

"What's up?" Bucky poked his head out of the bathroom, still holding onto his shaving razor.

"I don't have any clothes." Clint waves his hand back and forth in front of his chest. "See look, naked. I can't just walk around in a towel."

Bucky laughed, "Yah, we don't want to terrify the entire world." He wandered over to a trunk sitting at the foot of the bed and pushed it open. Inside there were a few sets of shirts and pants, all the shirts had long sleeves but Clint said nothing "Here these should fit you." Bucky chucked a shirt and some jeans at him.

Catching them lightly Clint nodded his thanks and pulled the clothes on, it felt nice to wear something other than his costume.

"Ready to go?" Bucky tugged on his parka and tossed Clint the other.

"Да" Clint snickered when Bucky glared at him, but followed him out the door anyway.

Bucky was sliding into the jeep when Clint stopped him. "We can't take the jeep."

"Why the hell not?" Bucky jumped down from the driver's seat, landing on the snow slush mix with a slight splash.

"People saw us leave in it, even if they didn't see our faces they definitely saw your sniper rifle and can link it to the bullet holes in those agents and this vehicle. We have to leave it here, it probably won't stop them from looking for us but it'll slow them down."

Bucky sighed, but dug into his bag, pulling out his collapsed sniper rifle and chucking it into the back seat. "Fine, you got any matches? If we burn the jeep apart there is a chance they could think that we burned along with it."

"What about when they don't find any remains from our bodies?"

"Well then I guess we blow it up, you can't find remains easily when the pieces are spread over a half mile radius."

"Blow it up?" Clint almost smiled. "Sounds like fun, what do we use?"

Bucky smiled back and dug into his bag then pulled out something Clint hadn't seen in a very long time. Two hand grenades

"How fast can you run?" Bucky had a scary grin across his face.

"Fast enough."

"Then start running." Bucky turned away and pulled the pins.

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The hotel bed was lumpy and the sheets were scratchy, or at least that's what Natasha told herself as she tiptoed across the hallway to knock carefully on door 342.

She couldn't take it anymore, every thump on the floor sounded like Clint's combat boots, when he came home after a month long mission. Every whisper of wind through the cracked window sounded like his half silent laughs. She was so close to him she swore that if she just kept going she could find him, but she knew she was going to go insane if she didn't stop these thoughts.

So Natasha turned to the only person who could understand what she was going through, the best friend of the assassin that Clint was supposedly running around with. Steve Rodgers.

Her knocks seemed to echo too loud in the hall and she cringed lightly as the last one rang out. Natasha expected that she was going to have to wait awhile for Steve to answer, what she wasn't expecting was the door to fling open moments after the knocks and a raccoon eyed Steve to stare out at her.

"You can't sleep either, huh?" Steve said. "Well join the sleep depravation party then." And he stepped out of the doorway to usher her in.

When Natasha heard the word party she figured Steve was being sarcastic, she was only half right. Steve was a bit sarcastic about the party part, but the sleep depravation part was spot on.

Lounged about Steve's room were : one genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist drinking what looked to be the entire mini bar mixed into one martini glass. And one barely awake scientist in rumpled purple pyjamas with glasses hanging off the edge of his nose. Looking at the current state of her first two teammates she decided to give Steve a closer look, nothing is ever how it meets the eye.

His eyes didn't just have dark circles, they were bloodshot and the pupils dwarfed the irises. The dark blue shirt covering his chest was inside out and his sweat pants were hole filled, but not enough so that Natasha could see a flakey maple leaf and the words: TEAM CANADA.

Rising her eyebrows at Steve, "Are you alright Cap? Or should I call you commander Canada?"

Steve stared at her for a second, obviously confuse then Natasha pointed at his legs.

Looking down Steve groaned. "Sam got me these as a joke or something, I didn't mean to pack them."

"Really Cap? They look pretty well worn. Are you okay cheering for a country other than your namesake?" Natasha shot back.

"Yes. I'm mean no! Wait," Steve groaned again and Tony started to snicker.

"She got you there Commander Canada." He giggled, a bit tipsy from his hodgepodge martini.

"They're just really comfy." Steve sulked over to flop into a overstuffed armchair.

Natasha, now the only person in the doorway followed after him and after tugging the blankets from the bed into a makeshift nest thing she settled down.

"So what are we going to do?" Bruce mused.

"I don't want to talk about finding Clint right now." Natasha sounded defeated. " I don't even know if we should keep looking for him, maybe he's happy without us."

Tony set down his glass. "Is that honestly what you think? Then you explain why he came back to the tower the night Barney was on the roof, if he didn't care even slightly for us, or at least just you he wouldn't have came back. He would've avoided the tower like the plague."

Steve smiled, "He's right, I don't think Clint is going to forget you this easily."

"What about your friend, the Winter Soldier? Why is he with Clint?""

That question killed the Captain's smile, but before he could answer Tony cut in.

"I don't know, he was a hydra weapon for over fifty years, its not like you can forget that with a good night's sleep. I doesn't make sense for him just to team up with Clint out of the blue."

"Wait-wait! What are you saying here Tony, do you think Bucky is still Hydra?" Steve voice was gaining a dangerous tone.

"No, that's-"

"What do you think, Tony? Is the Winter Soldier just playing nice so he can kill Clint or hand him over to hydra?!" Steve hands were balling into fists.

"You know what? That's exactly what I think! Your friend Bucky is dead, he doesn't exist anymore! His body is here but your 'brother' is gone. All Bucky is is a soulless killer! He doesn't care about Clint or you or anyone! He is nothing more than a hydra weapon that hasn't worn out yet!" Tony shot up out of his chair.

Steve was in Tony's face within seconds, "Get out! Get out of my room!"

"Fine." Tony didn't look done but he turned on his heels and left the room, making the door slam with and extra bang.

Groaning Steve around the room. "I'm gonna take a shower." He said mostly to himself and practically stomped into the bathroom. Natasha heard a couple grunts then the sound of drywall crumpling, well there goes our deposit.

Both Bruce and Natasha suppressed sighs, this wasn't the first time these two had argued but this was definitely one of the worse ones. "You get Tony, I'll take Steve?"

Bruce looked dead tired but nodded anyway and trudged out into the hallway to look for the pissed billionaire. In a way Bruce was beginning to miss hiding out in a shack in New Deli, at least he didn't have to deal with all of this crap.