Saviours || Bucky Barnes [2]

The Safe House

Alright, I give in. Forget my idea; I'll continue with Saviours and make the separate fanfic for Civil War. Read the note at the end of this chapter too, please!

This isn't very long but like the last chapter, this scene just needed its own chapter.

Oh! And 'The Family Business' followers (Supernatural Fanfic) I spent a lot of time today writing up the third and last part to Phantom Traveler. I just need to edit it. I'm hoping to have it up by tomorrow before my 6-9pm class. If you like Supernatural and haven't read the fanfic yet, I would strongly recommend it!

Enough of me; enjoy the chapter!

Avengers: The Age of Ultron | Saviours | The Safe House

Three hours later; the quin-jet landed in a large green field with grass growing as high up to a person's hips. As soon as the large exit door opened from the plan, the strong whiff of nature hit everyone's noses. It looked so pure, almost calming – over the small hill stood a large farmhouse with a barn several feet away.

It looked like one of those farms every farmer dreamed of owning.

In almost single file; everyone steadily walked towards the two-story house. Clint was taking the lead with Natasha; helping her walk as her coordination was still a little off after the vision she was pulled into. Bucky was doing the same with Ava, but she made sure to carry most of her own weight as she didn't want to be a burden. She knew James would detest to that, so she kept quiet not really wanting to speak anyway – letting him wrap his arm around her waist securely before helping. She hadn't said a word for a while now; the boys were beginning to worry.

The Avengers' were tired and where they were, it was early morning now. They had travelled all night with no sleep – they were too awakened by what had previously happened. Black bags were evident under many of their eyes; Thor was probably the only one who didn't feel as tired as the others, as an Asgardian like him didn't require as much sleep as a regular human. It was one of the advantages of being who he was.

As they came closer to the house; they took note that it was old, but many renovations had been done to make sure it kept standing. New paintwork on the outside looked to be nearly a year old, but it looked as bold as when it was first completed. A rusty pickup truck was parked in the detached garage and no tire marks on the dusty ground told them it hadn't been used in a while. The area was surrounded by trees and grassland; they wouldn't be surprised if the only grocery stores were miles upon miles away. The lot was very secluded; a great place for a 'safe house' as Clint refers it to.

Thor was the first to state his confusion when they stepped up onto the front porch. Clint was about to make his way inside with Natasha leaning against him. "What is this place?" He wondered out loud.

Tony shrugged, "A safe house." He quoted Clint's words.

Clint looked a little hesitant, "Let's hope." He murmured to himself but knew everyone else could hear him too. He opened the front door and the strong scent of chocolate brownies caught everyone's senses. Everyone followed him in; not really sure what to think. This place – it looked more like a ... home than just a safe house.

Clint walked in a little further, peering in towards the kitchen. "Honey?" He called, knowing where and who that smell was being made by. "I'm home."

The living room, kitchen and dining room were compacted into one – the area was wall-less meaning everything was open planned. Suddenly, everyone turned towards the kitchen when a female, in her mid to late 30's appeared in the kitchen. Apart from Clint and Natasha; the other's blinked when they saw her. 'Honey?' They wondered silently. Remembering what Clint had said.