"Would you believe Century 21?" It was out of her mouth before she could bite it back, but Natasha just smirked at herself and shook her head, getting out of the sedan and giving the place a slow once-over. Hand on a hip - near her concealed firearm - Natasha strolled in front of the car, a little beyond, then stepped towards the house just enough to peer around the far corner.

Once she was satisfied all was clear, she returned to the car, reaching through the driver's window and down between Bucky's knees to release the trunk latch. Giving him a sideways smile, she winked lightly and replied, "I bought it. Several years ago." Moving to the trunk, she pulled out her duffel and swung it over a shoulder. "It was really run down before - no one had lived here for years." She rummaged a little further and came up with a black, hard plastic case.

"So I had it renovated, upgraded, and it's been a good place to get off the grid since. No cell service up here, no wifi, just an unlisted sat phone with several burner numbers attached, if I really need to get a word in or out." There were still several other bags in the trunk, some from a market back down the mountain, and others from a department store specializing in men's apparel.

"Come on, my gorgeous trash panda," she called around the lifted trunk. "This stuff isn't going to pack itself inside."