There wasn't really a plan, and it had been the first time since she could remember that there hadn't been a plan or contingency or any coherent thought. For some reason she didn't understand, The Winter Soldier's first instinct had been to take the baby, protect the baby, soothe it and rock it. She couldn't recall it having happened before on a mission but they had wiped her mind anyway. It was pointless trying to locate her past beyond pain anymore. She ran like the breeze up flights of stairs, just desperate to keep this child close to her and cling to the hope it held.
She reached the top flight before she knew it and stopped to check on the baby. It hadn't even bothered her, as it turned out, and she was drifting between awake and curious and sleepy. She was stunningly pink and tiny. Why on earth would human offspring be so damned delicate? One could so easily hurt them. The Winter Soldier didn't want to do that and handled the baby with intense concentration and care.
"Hello little baby," she said finally, looking down. "You were upset and so I took you."