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Ebony sighed, knowing full well that this... dude... probably wouldn't hesitate to shoot her. After all, considering the sly smirk that had been etched on his face last night probably signified that he didn't even remember her. Hell, she'd probably be surprised if he remembered. She only remembered because it had been one of the scariest moments in her life. Well, that was untrue, but it was on her top 10.

Showing no movement to disobey his orders, he continued speaking. "Put your hands behind your head."

With a deep sigh of irritation, she turned in deliberate, slow movements, carefully tucking her hands behind her head and facing him. He was tall compared to her, she had to admit, but she remembered she could still kick his ass like she had last night. That gave her an advantage in some way. She knew when she'd strike, and he wouldn't see it coming. Then again, he could probably do the same. Damn it, Ebony thought in frustration. What shitty luck I have today.

He began coming up to her, carefully, but not lowering the barrel of his gun. Ebony didn't blame him, really, after she'd gone all rogue on him last night. His steps were long, and within a few, he was right in front of her.

"So why'd you run?" He asked, although Ebony had a hunch he knew why.

With her stubborn mind set, Ebony replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He laughed. Actually freaking laughed. It was a holy sound, and had Ebony not hated him so much, she would've swooned like any other girl. But that wasn't her. Also, she had to focus. Why the fuck is this asshole laughing at me? Ebony thought, in sparking anger. What's so damn funny right now?

"Listen, I have a feeling you do know," he continued, continuing to approach her. He began reaching his hand out when Ebony finally could set her newly thought-up plan in action.

With swift hands, she pulled his outstretched wrist towards her, then pulled him so he staggered for a bit. Clearly caught off-guard, Ebony kneed him into the back of his knees, giving her perfect leverage. She jumped on his shoulders, and before he could close his hands around her legs, she had boosted herself up and was climbing on one of the rusty pipes on the walls. She could hear him curse in what she knew was Russian, before she blocked out all sounds and focused on scaling towards the roof.

When she did reach the roof, she used her hands to push the rest of her body up, already hearing the guy follow her. How he was doing it, Ebony preferred not to hang around to find out. Instead, she landed on the pebbles of the roof and began sprinting across the surface. With grace that Ebony herself didn't even know she had, she leaped over one roof, landing on the other with success.

Beneath her, she could hear shouting. Whether it was normal civilians or those weird people in suits, she didn't know. Either way, she kept running, not bothering to look behind her and instead focusing on running and cursing her dark, shoulder-length hair when it got in her face. It must've looked pretty stupid like this, but she didn't care. She had to get away. I have to get to my van, she thought absentmindedly as she kept sprinting and checking what street she was on.

Stopping to check near the edge of the roof, Ebony glanced out. It was a pretty sight, however her stupid van wasn't in that sight. Oh, for fuck's sake.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang and Ebony felt a stinging pain in her right leg. She grabbed her right thigh, wincing in pain, and looked down at the source of pain. Beneath her was not a pretty sight, a spot in her thigh now wide open and bleeding. The blood was spilling out on her jeans, staining them with what looked like crimson paint.

Within seconds, she felt woozy and lightheaded. The throbbing really got to her head now, and she thought could someone please tell the room to stop spinning?! Her lungs, although not hit, felt like a 2000 pound elephant was sitting on them, and her head felt like it was flying.

Ebony was not exactly sure when it happened or how, but suddenly her view toppled over and everything went pitch-black.

Waking up was not a pretty thing to do.

Ebony woke up to hushed voices, muffled noises and some form of machine beeping. Was she attached to a heart rate monitor? When did this happen?

Finally, Ebony got the courage to peel her aching eyelids open. A bright light shone overhead, and her eyelids fluttered for a bit before the light finally dialled down a bit. She was definitely lying down, and the room she was in was clearly not a familiar setting.

The walls were all white tiles, making them look sterile of any decoration. The floor was also white, and the only way Ebony could recognise a door was by the matter of fact that it was slightly ajar and darkness was streaming from it. The ceiling was laden with clinical hospital lights, and Ebony soon wondered whether she actually was in a hospital. But that couldn't be right, considering she was in something what looked like a private room. Which was strange, considering Ebony had nowhere near enough money to afford such a room.

Seeing she wasn't connected to any IVs, she threw the thin, ivory blanket off of her, seeing she was wearing sky-blue scrubs. Okay. Who the actual hell changed my clothes? When she swung her legs over the silver bed, a stinging pain shot through her right thigh. Cursing, she pulled the scrub upward, revealing a rosy pink circle which looked like a bullet wound. Now, the memories returned to her in a flood of water. Closing her eyes to avoid a headache, Ebony tried to figure out where she was. Nope. No chance of that. She was probably out of the ride and God-knows-how-long.

Finally getting to her feet with some effort, Ebony stumbled to the open door, swinging it open even further. She was met with a dark, unlit hallway, and she began rushing down it even though her leg protested against that. She ran until she met the end of the hallway, revealing an open-window space. And boy, did she recognise outside.

How the fuck did I end up in the Avengers facility and why?!

Ignoring that question for later, Ebony turned left to see an available elevator around 50 metres away from where she was standing on the cold tiles. But considering Ebony had common sense, she ignored the elevator, and saw a door with that green, lit-up sign. She rushed to that door instead, pushing it open and looking like she didn't have a single care in the world. In reality, her mind was racing and her heart was stuttering, even though she wasn't being chased... Yet.

A cold, brisk air hit her as soon as she entered through the door. The heatless concrete felt even colder on her bare feet, and she ignored how her thigh was still hurting like hell. Instead, she began taking the spiralling staircase downwards, knowing full well the sooner she got out of here, even without her belongings, she'd be more likely to have some chance of escaping.

When she got to the second staircase, she froze in her tracks.

In front of her stood the man in the metal arm again.

He shook his head, almost as if he were scolding a little child. An amused smirk stretched across his face.

"We have got to stop meeting like this, doll."

Oh. Right. He was James Barnes, which meant 'doll' was just casual for him. Ebony sighed. Mentally, she agreed with him, but she didn't let it show.

"Okay. Let's go."

He began edging towards her again, and Ebony took a few steps back in return.

"What are we, dancing?" He asked teasingly as he continued approaching her. Ebony didn't feel the merriment he clearly was right now.

Suddenly, in movements faster than she could comprehend, he had picked her up bridal-style, and began walking up the stairs.

As amusing as it seemed to him, Ebony wasn't sharing his joy, again. Instead, she was bashing her small fists on his chest like a psycho. But it was like bashing at a wall; pointless.

"Let go of me, you piece of shit!" She screamed for the first time, struggling in his iron grip... almost quite literally.

Bucky only laughed at her struggles. She clearly had a pointless life, trying to get rid of him. He continued stepping up the stairs, ignoring her string of curses.

"I swear on all my money, when I get out of your fucking grip, you're fucking dead! You better let go now, dickhead!" She continued to shout this as he carried on carrying her up the stairs, trying to hold his laughter as she continued her shouts. Soon, they died down to pleads of 'just let me go' and 'what did I ever do to you?'. She was whimpering now, and he loosened his grip on her legs, knowing she got shot by one of the agents, which he'd later yelled at for harming the target. Then again, no one could expect her to pass out and almost kill herself by falling off the roof.

Finally, they reached the door Bucky needed, pushing the door open with his booted feet. Then, he finally set her down, but he still gripped her wrist so tight he was sure she'd get bruises after this. Then, he turned to the open-spaced room.

Ebony's jaw dropped.

In front of her stood the Avengers, Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

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