A/N: Hey guys,

I am so so sorry for not posting more frequently. I got a bad case of writers block and didn't get back into the game until this month. So hopefully it wont happen again. So yeah... Sorry... Enjoy!

Flashette

Getting to Alaska was difficult.

Neither of them wanted to fly because Hydra could easily track them, so they set out to find a different mode of transportation.

After an hour or so of research, Natasha found them a convoluted route that involved an Amtrak ride to Seattle, then a shuttle to Bellingham, Washington where they would then board a five day ferry to Whittier, Alaska. Then from Whittier, they would board a train to Anchorage where they would spend the night, and then reach their destination by train the next day. In total, the travel time was 7 days 18 hours and 58 minutes, not including the day they would have to spend in Anchorage.

It was Sam who offered a simpler solution.

"Why don't you guys just buy a car and drive up there?" Sam questioned.

"Because that would be too easy," Steve joked as Natasha glared up at Sam, who was currently looking over her shoulder at the small internet café they were at.

"What?" Same questioned. "It would be a whole lot easier, but you would need passports."

"He's right, Tash," Steve added, placing a gentle hand on the spy's shoulder.

Natasha huffed before she relented and nodded.

"Fine," she muttered. "But you guys are in charge of transport. I don't care what it is, as long as it gets us there without blowing up or something."

Steve chuckled and nodded, "Fine. We'll go get a car while you find us passports."

"Us?" Sam asked. "You mean you, I have a flight to New York to catch after I get Hydra off your tails."

"Well, I guess I'll find one by myself," Steve replied as Natasha deleted her browsing history and stood up next to him.

"You can do it man," Sam spoke, clapping Steve on the shoulder. "You guys have the packet I gave you, right?"

Natasha nodded, patting the bag that was slung over her shoulder.

"Good. It has instructions to where to go once you get there."

The group exited the small café and headed towards where Sam's taxi was waiting for him. There the group parted, giving hugs and saying their goodbyes.

"You know what to do when you get to New York, right?" Steve asked.

Sam nodded, "Tell Tony, no one else."

"And give this to Clint," Natasha added, slipping off the arrow necklace around her neck before handing it to Sam. "He'll know what it means."

Sam nodded and put the necklace in his pocket.

"Well, guess this is goodbye," Sam stated.

"Yeah," Steve replied.

"Good luck."

"You too."

The boys hugged one last time before Sam got into the taxi.

Steve and Natasha watched as the Taxi pulled out of the parking lot and into the streets. Natasha rubbed a gentle hand down Steve's bicep before kissing his cheek softly.

"We'll see him again," she murmured.

"I know, but it's still hard."

Natasha grabbed his hand, "Come on, you've got a car to find and I have to get us passports."

Steve nodded and let Natasha pull him away.

Two hours later, Natasha finds herself in one of those sporting goods and outdoor equipment stores, looking for supplies.

Steve was off on the other side of Omaha, buying them a car while Natasha shopped. He'd said he'd call her once he was on his way to pick her up.

The two had bought pay-as-you-go phones under their new aliases, Natalie Ramone and Stephen Roberts. Natasha had also drained an offshore account and loaded its contents into a bank account under her new name.

As she was walking down the aisles, Natasha mentally made up her checklist of things they would need. Both she and Steve had decided to minimize having to stop at hotels along the way, so a tent, sleeping bags, and proper camping gear were needed. They also decided that their cover was an outdoorsy couple who moved to Alaska for adventure. So Natasha also bought all the gear necessary for their cover story.

Natasha bought Steve and herself a brand new wardrobe that consisted of many pairs of hiking pants and shorts, along with multiple tops, flannel shirts, jackets, hats, hiking socks, and a sturdy pair of hiking boots. She also bought herself a large light grey hiking pack for herself and an even larger blue one for Steve.

She added bed rolls, fire starters, matches, camp stoves, wilderness soaps, water filters, and portable sinks for dishes and laundry. She also bought multiple containers of camp food, granola, bars, and gallons upon gallons of water. Then she added multiple knives, just in case.

By the end of it all, Natasha was confident that she and Steve had enough to make it to Alaska. She also made all the things seem inconspicuous in their amounts, leaving the cashier thinking that they were stocking up for a big camping trip.

While she waited on Steve, Natasha started packing the two hiking packs with some of their gear. She also changed into a dark purple tank top, khaki hiking shorts, brown hiking boots with grey socks, and a light grey flannel that she left unbuttoned, rolling the sleeves to her elbows. Along with her short blonde locks, Natasha looked the part. In fact, she felt almost liberated. This wasn't some cover for SHIELD. This was her. She may have a different name and a different hair style, but everything else was all her. It was finally her chance to start new.

About ten minutes later, Steve finally arrived with the car. It was a beautiful white 2010 Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Rubicon with a manual transmission. It had a hard top and a roof rack and a ladder, along with a front winch bumper with a grill guard. The Jeep also had a bumper tire carrier with a bonus trail rack and tow jerry can mounts. The interior was grey with fabric seats, Sirius XM radio, an aux cord jack, and a CD player.

It was an incredible find, and Steve paid a decent amount in cash for it.

Natasha smiled when she saw him drive up. For some apparent reason, it fit him.

After he parked, Natasha started putting their new gear in the car while Steve went to change. She threw the water containers and tools on the roof rack, attaching them with straps. She also put an extra bag of provisions on the back trail rack, along with some fire wood and emergency axe. She put both of their packs in the back of the car, along with a cooler full of waters and snacks.

Then Steve came out from the store, looking surprisingly comfortable. He was wearing tan cargo shorts along with a forest green Henley with the sleeves pushed up and a pair of hiking his left wrist he wore a sleek, black hiking watch. He had his hair ruffled a bit and a pair of aviators. To the common eye, he was unrecognizable.

Natasha smiled as he approached. He seemed so much more him now. He seemed lighter.

When he reached the car, Steve pulled Natasha into a one shoulder hug. She rested her head on his shoulder as the two of them looked at the jeep. They were finally going to escape.

"You ready?" he murmured.

"So ready," she replied.

The two of them hopped in the car, turned on the radio, and plotted their way via map. Then they cranked the car, and headed out towards the highway, their hearts lighter than before.