Champion

The Hang of It

The Sunshine Motel
Oslo, Norway

"How did Bucky do this for so long?" Steve complained a little, making Willow laugh. "He managed to stay hidden for months and we're having trouble getting by week to week." He said, tossing her some of her shirts. She shoved them into her bag haphazardly and shrugged.

"Maybe he was more scared. The five of us, we could care less about being caught but it would be a complete inconvenience if we are." Steve sighed a little at her joking tone but smiled all the same. "Also, it's kind of hard seeing as how many people love Captain America." Steve smirked.

"They love everyone else too." He argued.

"Not as much as you." Willow said in a sing-songy voice.

"You two lovebirds ready?" Sam asked, entering the room from the kitchen. "They could be here any minute." Willow reached out, feeling the vibrational patterns of the area around and below her.

"They're downstairs. Which means we're going up." Willow throws open the bedroom window and smiles, climbing out of it as Steve grabs his bag off the floor.

"Why can't we be normal." Sam grumbles as he follows his two best friends out the window. "Why can't we just live our lives without being on the run."

"Where's the fun in that?" Willow asked with a grin as she climbed the rickety fire escape stairs up to the roof. Steve and Sam followed after her, all three of them trying to move quickly without causing the stairs to collapse under their weight. Willow put her hand to her earpiece, allowing the communication connection to link up with the others. "How's my second favorite assassin?"

"Second favorite?" Nat demanded from the awaiting S.H.I.E.L.D plane, acquired from none other than Phill Coulson himself. When he and his team had gotten wind that Captain America was on the run, they sprung into action to find them, not just because they were forced to but because they wanted to help them. When Phill finally found them, he allowed the five friends to "steal" one of his rides. "Who's your favorite?"

"Clint. I miss the bastard." Steve nudged Willow a little as she cursed.

"I'll remember that next time we're running from government operatives." Natasha said in a deadpan voice as she turned the aircraft around, the engines humming noiselessly as she lowered the hanger door. Steve always thought it was a little funny to watch a cloaked plane let down it's hanger door because suddenly, you could see the inside of a plane without seeing the rest of it.

"Less chit chat, more getting the hell out of here please." Sam said, listening to the sounds of soldiers busting down doors and calling out orders. They had been spotted. They knew the former heroes were getting away.

"Well then you three better run." Natasha said, putting on her headpiece and getting ready to put the plane in high gear to get them away from the the crummy motel as fast as possible. The door for the roof access burst open as the three friends began to run towards the open door. Willow threw up her arm, causing the soldiers to cry out in anger and disgust as they began to push against an invisible, vibrational force.

"You freak!" Someone shouted. Steve looked at Willow in worry but she pretended she hadn't heard what the man had said. Once they were past the hanger door Sam shouted,

"Go!" Steve slammed his hand over the button to close the hanger doors. Natasha rocketed off and the only reason Willow, Sam, Steve and everything else in the open hanger didn't fly straight back out onto the roof of the building is because Willow was pushing against the very vibrational force trying to suck them back out of the plane. When the doors finally closed, Sam headed for the cockpit with Natasha and Steve wrapped one arm around Willow casually before kissing the top of her head.