The wind was howling and the snow was more ice than fluff. Steve Rogers and Sam were trudging through the deep snow. The cold air was nipping at their faces and the ice-snow was starting to cut their skin. Sam couldn't feel his legs, Steve seemed to be fine, but they found an abandoned cottage and Sam opened the door and walked inside; Steve followed. Sam felt cold still, but the bitterness of the wind was gone. Steve shut the door keeping the howling wind outside and it was silent in the cottage.

It was a one room cottage with a broken table and sunken in couch in the corner. Sam let out a sigh of relief and sat down with his back to the wall. He put his head back and relaxed his muscles; which were numb. He closed his eyes and he felt warmth enter his fingers again. He opened them to see Steve standing before a window, he was staring out of it as if he was looking for someone.

"No one is crazy enough to be out there, well besides you" Sam said with his eyes closed again

"Sorry, old instincts kicking in" Steve said turning to look at Sam

"If you want to look out at a whiteout no one here is stopping you" Sam said feeling tired

Steve nodded and he turned back to the window and staring out at the white abyss. He wasn't looking for anyone, staring out the window made it easier to think. He could see white and nothing else it gave a sense of no past, present, or future; he found it lonely. He was thinking about Bucky and the moment of one of the helicarriers when he was going to let Bucky kill him. Then how he woke up on a river bank with his head in Natasha's lap. Natasha.

That woman always found a way into his thoughts, he could be doing a math problem or figuring out a strategy and there she was. He hadn't seen her in five months not since the day at the cemetery. He missed her company, even though she was an assassin and a professional liar. Being on the run with her was fun, in a way. But Hydra still being around and how it grew within SHEILD still gave him nightmares. His thoughts kept going to that moment on the escalator. When she wanted him to kiss her.

"Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable" she said to him

"Yes they do" He said not getting what she was talking about.

Then she kissed him, he didn't even realize it was to hide from Rumlow, but the sensation was something else. When they came apart, Steve's heart was pounding and his ears were warm; he only got that feeling one time and it was back in 1945 when he kissed Peggy. He realized it was just to hide but Steve kept going back to the scenario.

He missed her company, he even had dreams about her. He turned to see Sam asleep and was lightly snoring. He sighed and put his shield against the wall and he sat down and laid against the wall and closed his eyes.

Steve was sitting on a bed and he was reading a book. He looked up to the knock that came from the open door. There she was Natasha; she was wearing a black tank top with blue jeans. Steve looked at her emerald eyes, how they pierced into him and he studied every curve and angle and she smiled seductively that sent a shiver down his spine. He stood up and walked over to her and they met in the middle and embraced and kissed passionately.

Steve was woken by Sam slightly shaking him "Cap, the snow is still falling, but it's not a blizzard".