Jasmine ended up taking a nap there with her. She slept pretty well, overall, although over the next four days she found that she kind of missed Clint. He gave good cuddles, after all, and he was nice.

Victoria found herself missing Barnes, as well. He had been very gentle with her, and very kind, and she kind of missed being around him.

It took the team another day after that to get back to the tower. The first thing Bucky did was go make sure Victoria was okay. When he didn't find her in her room, he froze, momentarily panicking.

"Jarvis. Where's Victoria?"

"She and Jasmine left the tower approximately five days ago," Jarvis replied. "They spoke of staying with an acquaintance."

"What? Why? Did they say for how long? Or where they're going?" Bucky's hands curled into fists, the metal arm whirring through different settings.

"They did not," Jarvis replied. "They said nothing to me; however, they did discuss together the need for some space."

Bucky let out a breath. "Did Victoria take the cell phone with her?" he asked, working to keep himself calm. His arm was still going through settings almost too fast to keep up with.

"I believe she did," Jarvis replied. "However, it was turned off shortly after she left the premises, and is still not sending a signal."

"Dammit." Bucky started pacing. "Alright. Let me know if she turns it on again." Even though he wanted nothing more than to go find her and bring her back, he realized he had to give her a bit of space. She'd left of her own free will, she wanted the space. Even if he hated to, he'd give her space.

"Of course, Sergeant," Jarvis replied. "And, if I may... It is my understanding that she has recently gone through traumatic events. Sources indicate that this sort of reaction can be considered typical."

Bucky rubbed his hand over his face. "Yeah," he muttered. "Right. She needs the space, I guess." He huffed out a breath. "Thanks, Jarvis."

"I will keep you alerted of any changes, Sergeant," Jarvis said by way of reply.

Bucky nodded and went to go see where Steve was, maybe settle in for a while. He figured that Clint either already knew or was about to find out, so he sent off a brief text while he was in the elevator.

Girls gone, needed space. Not sure where. Jarvis advised stay out. Normally he'd be a bit more verbose, but he was not in the mood.

Yeah, Clint had already had a similar conversation with Jarvis and Phil, and he was Not Pleased. Still, there was nothing he could do but stay put, although he'd already started abusing his dart board, and it now had darts, pencils, and a couple of knives sticking out of it.

Phil gave him a day to cool off and get past his Alpha instincts (because he knew at least part of this was instincts). Then he gave Clint a bit of a Look.

"Apparently we do need to talk about this," he said mildly, turning to head for his room. He knew Clint would follow.

Clint just grumbled under his breath and followed Phil. Phil's room was much simpler than his own, with a standard full-size bed and not a whole lot by way of decoration, but it was still undeniably Phil's. As soon as he was in the room, Clint flopped on the bed.

"You don't like her being gone." Phil settled on the bed next to him, running his fingers through Clint's hair. His tone was quiet, nonjudgmental, just an observation.

Clint sighed, relaxing a bit when he felt Phil's fingers in his hair.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I want her around."

"Hmm." Phil didn't stop. "And it's not just your instincts?" Although if he were honest with himself he rather missed the smell of Omega.

"A lot of it is that," Clint admitted, closing his eyes. "Not gonna lie, Phil, being an Alpha means I like having an Omega around. But at the same time, I like HER. Not Omega-her, but her-her."

Phil nodded. "I know what you mean," he admitted. "Her scent was... pleasing." Something that didn't happen often, and he knew Clint would admit that. "I don't know her well, but I had hoped to be able to talk to her."

Clint nodded a bit, careful not to dislodge Phil's fingers.

"I hope she comes back, Phil," he said quietly.

"I hope she does too," Phil murmured. "Not just for you." Because he'd thought it over enough to know now that he wanted a chance, to see what happened.

"Soon as she gets back, I promise you'll get a chance," Clint said, cuddling a bit closer to Phil. "We'll make it work."

"We'll try," Phil said, moving a bit to rub the back of Clint's neck. "When she comes back. For now, though, she needs her space."