[OOM] Franche-Comté

[from_the_outside]

There is a small town near the river Loue.

It is notable largely for it's museum (quite a collection of Courbet, for those who enjoy the Realist movement of the 19th century) and its situation near the river Loue: a small village, out of the way of modern-day life and all its hustle and bustle. It's a quiet town, ideal for a few days away from the city, perfect for a mini-break for any homesick American away from the ocean, kept from the slow shuffle of the ocean.

It's the eighth town like it in almost as many months. Small, quiet, out of the way. Perfect for a mini-break.

Or a hideout.

In the clear morning light, it seems impossible to think of this town as anything other than wholesome, friendly: Sharon walks through a small market and smiles at the vendor who sells her a small loaf of fresh bread and some cheese to eat it with, and imagines his stall burning, his wife screaming. She walks along the river, and pictures a town leveled, cars flung on their sides, smoking craters where the road should be.

He hasn't resurfaced. Not yet. No one has been hurt.

That doesn't mean no one will.

Her purview is not to hunt down and apprehend the Winter Soldier, of course.

But that doesn't mean she can't travel, on her free weekends. It's only natural: she's young, single, at a dream posting in Europe.

And it's only natural to ask around the towns she visits, around the museums and markets, for any other Americans who might be in town.

Ex-pats have to stick together, after all.

Comments

[nerves_of_ice]

"Better than most. And..."

He considers her coolly.

"... Director Fury trusted you."

Which says a lot, all things considered. A beat.

"I'm game if you are."

How this goes will answer the other questions he needs to know about her. Most of them, anyway.

[from_the_outside]

If this goes pear-shaped, right now is the moment she'll look back on and think oh right, shoulda seen that coming.

Right now, she could still walk out the door.

"Great."

(Probably she shouldn't be so pleased.)

"So what's the plan?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"In need of modification," he informs her, as he looks her over, considering.

"With two people involved."

As opposed to himself alone. Of course.

[from_the_outside]

She leans back against the little table her weapon still sits on, arms crossing, one hand flipping up in a shrug.

"So let's modify it."

What the hell. It wasn't like she had big plans for this weekend, anyway.