For Natasha

[jetpacking]

[The idea of missions is different now since they've all had to go off the grid, but none of them are exactly content sitting idle. Today's mission however had gone sideways very quickly. Somehow they'd all gotten out with their lives, a small favor, and eked out a win. If you can call it that. The thing with being fugitives from -- well, is it even the law so much as the world at this point -- the law is that they don't have a home to return to at the end of the day. Sometimes the best they can do is a rundown safe house.

And honestly Sam has never seen a better place in his life. He's exhausted, bruised and aching from the fight, but alive. He'll take it.

They'd wound up scattered, and it's only him and Natasha that have taken refuge in this particular location.] You want the shower first? I'll see what options we have for dinner. Might have to get creative. No guarantees on anything gourmet.

[It'll be whatever dry goods and canned goods that are stashed away in the cupboards. Sam will do his best.]