Sorry for the sort of late update! I've been busy with finals in school and what not, but i've managed to put some work in for you all! This may not be action packed like some of you hoped, but this chap. is gonna show you the Awesome communication skills between both Cara and our lovely Winter Soldier! lol!
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Cara loosened her grip on the gun and slightly lowered it, "what do you mean you don't know who you are?" She asked cautiously, "Do you have Alzheimer's or something?"
The assassin furrowed his forehead, his brows hovering over his eyes, not understanding what she has asked. Cara watched his eyes question her. "Forget It!" She cleared her throat pointing the gun back at him, yet he didn't even flinch and took a step forward.
"Hey I told you not to move! I will shoot you!" She warned him again. "I've never shot at someone before but I swear I will if I have to!"
The assassin who didn't care to listen to her orders suddenly took another surprise step scaring Cara into squeezing her eyes and pressing the trigger, not even aiming to shoot.
She was clearly not kidding about never having held a gun before.
The assassin watched the bullet barley miss his foot, taking a chunk out of the ground with a loud pop. Cara squealed and dropped the gun, her hands flying over her mouth. "Oh my god! I didn't mean to do that!" She panicked, "did I hit you!? Oh god oh god, I've never held a gun in my life, that wasn't supposed to happen. See what you make me do!"
The assassin shook his head stopping himself from grabbing her and killing her-himself. He walked over to her and picked up the gun before she ended up hurting someone. His eyes glared at Cara as he hissed at her, "let's get one thing straight, you ever try to shoot at me again, 'I' will kill you"
Cara crossed her arms and let out a sharp breath watching him tuck away the gun and then look around. "We should get going before more of them come"
The assassin then walked over and checked Danny for any more weapons.
"Wait what do you mean let's go?!" She shook her head and held out her finger, her eyes following him. "Now wait a second! Who says I'm going with you?" Cara shook her head dumbfounded. "I almost just died because of you and you think I'm just gonna act like this never happened and go with you again?"
The assassin closed his eyes, trying to not lose his temperament. He stared at her, shutting out her voice and wondering why she couldn't just be quiet.
She cleared her throat almost afraid to stand up against the man. He was bigger and much stronger than her, if he wanted to he could kill her with one punch.
Cara shook away the thoughts from her head and then yelled back, balling her hands up into fists. " You know what, No! I'm not going to be dragged around by you like some prisoner, i'm going to the airport and I'm going to get on the next flight back home, okay? So you and your-your..." She motioned to the unconscious man on the ground behind the assassin, "psychopathic friends can go solve your own problems somewhere else, but do not involve me in this!"
Cara winced wiping the cut above her eyebrow and then turned on her heals and limped a couple of steps, "I'm out of here"
The assassin turned and watched her head in the opposite direction.
"You think I care that you wanna get killed" he yelled after her lightly shrugging his shoulders "go ahead, better for me. Less baggage"
Cara frowned as he described her as 'baggage' and then she crossed her arms yelling mockingly over her shoulder,"Bye!"
The assassin clenched his jaw knowing that Hydra wasn't only going to be after him now. The girl was their next target. The assassin tried to convince himself to let her go and let her suffer the consequences. He told himself it was her fault in the first place, she should've never gone into his cabin, but this was harder than it looked. He didn't expect her to walk off like she did, he imagined her to be begging for him for protection.
"So you think this is it?" He angrily called after her, balling up his hands. He knew he was going to regret it later.
Cara continued limping down the street, not getting very far. "You think once you get on that plane and you go back home, all these problems won't follow you?"
Cara turned around and yelled back, "I can at least try"
"You can't just go home"
"And why not?!"
"Hydra has ears and eyes everywhere, they are targeting you and me as we speak. If you go home, they will find you there and they will kill both you and your family"
Cara listened intently, feeling his stare burning a hole in the back of her head. It felt weird that he was actually talking to her after all those tortuous days of no speaking. She stopped and turned, feeling her heart sink.
"They can't kill my family, they have nothing to do with this"
"This isn't a game, they don't play fair" he said, caring less if she began to cry.
Cara swallowed the thickness in her throat and wiped the blood running down her temple. She turned around with tears brimming her eyes, "What am I supposed to do then?"
The assassin clenched his jaw, knowing that there was no other option, other than to drag her with him. He pointed at her, glaring at her with death in his eyes, "you come with me, but keep. your. mouth. shut"
Cara furrowed her brows annoyingly, "What if I don't want to keep my mouth closed? I have the right to speak you know"
That was the last straw for him. The assassin walked off furiously and annoyed, leaving her behind him, "go to hell then" he muttered.
Cara hesitantly looked around rubbing her arms. Her eyes landed on Danny who looked dead and pale, making her flesh grow with goose bumps.
Cara groaned, finding that her only option left to possibly herself out of this situation was walking away. As much as she hated that man, he was the only one that could potentially keep her from getting killed. She wasn't willing to risk getting her family hurt because she was too stupid to think.
Hey, wait!" She called out, quickly limping after him.
When she caught up by his side, he didn't look at her nor slow down. "I guess I'm coming along" she sighed, forcing a half smile.
The assassin didn't speak instead he led the way, listening to her babble on and on about who knows what.
"So captain genius, where are we going now?"
He felt his blood boil a little more at her little remark. Either she was doing that to get under his skin, or she was really just that annoying.
He kept silent, throwing her casual death stares. "You giving me the silent treatment again?" She asked. He continued keeping quiet, his eyes scanning the empty road ahead. "Gosh, you are very bipolar you know that?"
"Shut. Up" he hissed.
Cara sarcastically smiled, mockingly saying, "oh and he speaks"
The assassin ready to leave her behind and call it quits suddenly heard a distant rumble. He stuck out his hand, stopping Cara who curiously asked, "What?"
"Shh"
Cara watched his eyes scan up ahead, his head slightly turned as he listened carefully. She couldn't hear anything but his sharp senses caught everything, from the smallest noise to the softest movements.
He quickly grabbed Cara and dragged her into the woods and hid her behind the nearest tree. "Stay here" he sternly demanded.
"Where are you going?" She hissed watching him grab his knife and walk back to the edge of the forest floor. Without answering, he quickly disappeared and only returned 10 minutes later. Cara who sat up against the tree throwing pebbles at the ground quickly stood up.
"Let's go"
"Where were you?" She asked wiping the dirt off her pants and following behind him, like a lost puppy
The assassin turned around, stopping her right in her tracks. He had a dark glare in his eye as he stared her down, his eyes speaking for him.
"Okay, fine, no questions" she threw her hands up in defense. He turned back around and continued walking, hearing her then mutter under her breath, "I don't even know why I try"
When the two arrived back on the road, Cara stopped as she saw a truck parked with the driver's door open, yet there was nobody inside. She stopped as the assassin walked to the truck and jumped into the driver's seat.
"I'm guessing you stole that?"
"Get in or I'll leave you"
Cara wanted to ask him where the he got the car, but obviously he wasn't going to explain himself to her. She looked around the woods, listening for potentially any cries from the owner of the car, but she heard nothing. Everything was dead silent.
"What am I getting myself into now" she sighed, running her hand through her hair and then limping to the passengers side. She threw open the door and jumped in, strapping in her seat belt. "Soooo..." she swallowed, anxious to ask.
The assassin turned the keys and the engine came to life with a low roar. He glared at Cara, but didn't tell her to shut up like she expected him to.
"So what now exactly?"
He gripped the steering wheel, the feeling so unfamiliar to him, yet he knew he would get used to it. He drove down the road, his eyes concentrated ahead as he answered, "I need to get to Washington"
"Washington?" Cara asked then rubbed her eyes, "Why Washington?"
The assassins fingers curled around the wheel tighter, containing the urge to lash out on her. He spoke through gritted teeth, "Maybe if you stop asking and just wait, you will see"
"Okay, fine" she rolled her eyes, "but in that case, I'm gonna need to make some stops too, if you don't mind"
A silence fell between the two, Cara waited for his answer but didn't get one-either way she took it as a yes.
She glanced over at him and then down to his covered arm, noticing the metal plates precisely forming his hand. Curiosity formed in the pit of her stomach as she wondered how what happened.
"Can I ask you something?"
"No"
"You don't even know what I'm gonna ask!" She protested.
"I don't care to know"
"You are like a grumpy old man, you know that?" She crossed her arms, the hair on her forehead blowing aside as she puffed out a sharp breath.
"I don't care" he said sternly, "stop asking me stupid questions because I don't care about what you want to know"
Cara pouted, her forehead wrinkling with the feeling as if he had punched her in the stomach. She had never met someone so ruthless and careless as him.
"Let me make this clear okay? I don't have a choice but to drag you with me, so don't think that I care to actually help you. That back there" he motioned over his shoulder-hinting at the incident. "I was one of them- basically i still am, so don't test me. I'm not afraid to kill you"
She angrily sighed and then turned her body to face the window, giving him her back to stare at. Cara rested her chin against her hand, watching the road- all she was trying to do was try to make some decent conversation with the man- why not right? They are going to be together for who knows how long, so minus well.
That all seemed to change as the words registered into Cara's head.
"He used to be one of them?" She mentally asked herself. But if he was, why hasn't he killed her yet?
