1964-01-08 - Deadly Transit
Summary: Steve and Jack encounter excitement and things go south in the search for Jack's missing brother.
Related: Jack's Journey
Theme Song: None
steve jack 


Somewhere west of Vladivlostok, USSR

Steve has come back from the snack car and meets with Jack. The food is, admittedly bad. Poor quality chocolate, poor quality cola. Communism has it's many downfalls, and their jelly beans seem to be a major one. But, it'll due until they get where they are going. If this feels like a long way to go to Russia, it's because it is. Across Siberia in winter, no less. But the back way is always the less guarded.

*

Layers upon layers of fabric, and Jack still shivers beneath her hood. Even inside the sad little space the pair are sharing, the cold seems to permeate her entire body, and she's convinced she'll never be warm again. Her lips quirk into a near smile, not convincing as her teeth chatter, "Th-thanks." She flashes him the warmest smile she can muster; it's not remotely convincing.

*

Steve looks to her forlornly and his own face falters. "We'll find him. I promise you that." Noticing how cold she is, he quickly removes his coat. Shrugging out of the shoulders, he throws it around her. "I've spent some time here, back in the war. They're really good people, regardless of what the media says about their government."

*

"S-Steve," Jack chatters, "y-y-you'll f-f-freeze." One of her hands reaches up to pat his chin and she forces another very strained smile. "I-I w-will b-b-be fi-fi-fine." She shivers madly and she sinks into each of the layers. "I… I wish it was warmer," the chattering halts.

*

"I'm not even cold. Besides, I packed some blankets. We can huddle under those as we go. When the sun goes down it's going to be even worse." Steve decides it was definitely better to splurge for the secluded cabin. He pulls out one of his suitcases and grabs a heavy duty blanket for both of them. He sits next to her now and throws an arm around her while leaning back into the cushion, closing his eyes for a bit of a nap.

*

"How can you no be cold?" Jack stares in disbelief at Steve. "You're warm-blooded! Is that one of your amazing powers?" she squints at him, and her concern is palpable. Evidently, the concern is real. As the arm comes around her shoulder, she leans into him, relaxing against him as the arm finds its way around her. "Where are we heading next on the map."

*

"Not sure," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. "Just not as cold. I think it's just a size thing." Steve murmurs, "All the way to Moscow. So there's going to be a lot of time spent on this train. Luckily we're taking southern tracks once we get around the bend in the Soviet Map, so it'll be a little bit warmer. We just have to lay low and keep our head out of trouble and we should be fine."

*

"So I get penalized for being little by also being cold. It's like a cosmic joke," in short order Jack is virtually pasted against him. Yeah, she really has been cold. "You're warm. Wonderfully warm." She manages a small smile. "That'd be relieving. Warmer, I mean." Her lips press together tightly. "Have you heard anything about James?"

*

"No, just the address where we're supposed to meet up with that exchange student. That's all we've got to go on, but it's a good lead." Steve does his best to try and seem upbeat. It does seem like a bit of a reach, but it makes a lot of sense. To him at least.

*

Jack inhales a long breath and settles against Steve. "I know the odds of finding him aren't the best… and that they get worse by the day." She sniffs and allows her eyes to lid lightly as she sidles closer to him. "I love you. Thank you. For this. Honestly."

*

"Don't get discouraged. We're going to find him." Steve pulls her tighter against him. "I love you too." And within a few minutes, he falls asleep.

A few hours later he's awakened by a slight wrapping upon the door. Careful not to wake Jack, he slips out to answer it.

"Sir, the Engineer would like a word with you," the man in the uniform says in broken English, which immediately puts Steve's hackles up.

*

Steve is quiet enough that Jack doesn't immediately wake, but the loss of warmth from having him next to her causes her to stir. Lazily, she blinks, drawing the world into focus as she does so. Carefully, slowly, she blearily blinks to draw the world sharper, more alert. The words of someone at the door registers late, but she perks from underneath the blanket.

*

Steve steps out into the corridor and shuts the door behind him. If there's trouble, he doesn't want someone to immediately go after Jack. Unfortunately, just as he does, someone comes out from the next car down and sticks a gun in his back. "Not another move, Rogers." But this isn't a Russian accent. It's a German one.

*

The words are enough to draw Jack from under the covers. Adrenaline pushes her forward and she shrugs off the extra coat around her shoulders. She reaches for a heavy lamp in the corner of the room and peeks quietly through the crack in the door. She swallows hard, inhales a deep breath and shoves the door hard against Steve's would-be assailant.

*

"Guess the engineer isn't really looking for me," Steve says with a bit of a grin. The original caller shakes his head and grins. "Come with us and the girl lives."

BOOSH!

The door slams into the gunman and the gun goes off. There's a flash of red that splatters over Steve's face and he looks shocked. Everything happens so fast!

*

Jack trembles and blinks hard at the red streaking Steve's face. Her eyes blink hard, trying to choke back tears that threaten to fall. She sniffs hard and shakes harder. "I… I… I…" she begins to hyperventilate.

*

The man in front of Steve slumps to the ground as the Star Spangled Avenger turns on his heal and breaks the face of the gunman. Blood spurts from his nose as Steve gives him another slug for good measure and he kicks the gun down the hallway. "Nice work, Jack."

*

The hyperventilation doesn't just stop, but Jack seems to get it under control as things go in their favour. "Steve, are are you okay?" Her hand reaches up to his cheek. "Y-you're okay?"

*

"Yeah, fine. The shot took that guy." Steve gives an upward nod toward the guy bleeding out in the hall. "This guy we're going to get answers fr—"

"Ostanovit! Politsiyu!"

Two armed police officers draw their guns as the car entrance opens up. Steve Rogers raises his hands, giving up.

TO BE CONTINUED!

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