Kara couldn't believe how things had turned out. One minute she was on the verge of exploding, of having the most amazing orgasm and the next, she was left panting and wanting while the man she was just riding grabbed his pants and ran out the door. She could still feel his thick cock deep inside her, her core throbbing for him.
She had to pull herself together, put all thoughts of sex and Bucky out of her mind until she was sure they were safe. Right before the alarm went off and the explosion shook the ground, she saw something deep in Bucky's eyes that would have stopped them anyway.
It was like being tossed in a cold shower, seeing that deep pain in his eyes. Kara needed to know what that was about, why he had tears pooling in his eyes, but first she needed to get dressed and find out what the hell was going on.
Bucky was rattled, his senses all jumbled. He had some of his memories back, some of them fresh in his mind still. Being with Kara, letting himself get lost in her, with her, opened him up to receive the memories she'd been trying so hard to unlock for him. She was a beauty, her body a thing to desire, but it was her heart and her caring nature he found himself needing more. He hated leaving her like that. They were both close to tipping over the edge and into bliss, but once those memories came flooding back to him, he was lost to her. The alarm and explosion only added to the chaos taking place in his mind. He tossed Kara aside in such a hurry, he forgot that she was being left naked and exposed.
Smoke was rising from the Armory as he approached it. The door had been blown off its hinges and the alarm was barely making a sound. Bucky pulled the Glock from his belt as he entered the door. He made his way inside, seeing sparks of fire, spraying from the booby trap he'd set.
The blur of someone running past him caught his eye and he took off after them. The fence that surrounded the area was 15 feet high and covered in razor wire. Bucky was certain this intruder had either cut a hole in the fence or there was a group of people involved. He chased them up the knoll, towards the back of the facility. His unhuman speed gave him the advantage as he caught up to the man just outside the infirmary.
Bucky leaped in the air, landing his knee on the man's back and knocking him to the ground. He was hunched over him, his metal fist raised to strike when he noticed this was just some punk kid. The Bucky he was before Kara would have just sent his fist into the kid's face. Death was nothing to him and he dealt it out with expertise.
"Who are you?" Bucky grabbed a fist full of the kid's jacket as the young man began to beg, nearly crying.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I saw the fence open… dude the chain and lock were broke," the boy held up his hands, tears streaming from his eyes.
Kara walked up behind him, watching to see if he would actually hit the boy. Part of her feared he would but deep in her heart she knew he wouldn't. Relief washed over her as Bucky released the boy and turned to look at her. The boy stood up, straightening out his black hoodie. She walked closer to Bucky, taking the gun from his right hand.
"Get out of here," she shouted at the boy, but he was still standing there staring at them. Bucky wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him and rested his forehead on her shoulder. When Kara saw the boy reach into his pocket of his hoodie, she knew he wasn't just some random teenager that happened to wander upon them. Without thought, she lifted the Glock and pulled the trigger. Bucky released her, turning to look at the bleeding body on the ground.
She was trembling, her hand shaking as she lowered the gun to her side. Kara had never harmed another living soul in her life and now she had killed a person. Bucky checked the body, the bullet hole in his forehead nearly center. In the boy's hand was a revolver with a silencer.
"I killed him," Kara said as she crumbled to the ground. Bucky knelt down beside her, his right hand stroking her pale cheek.
"He was from Hydra. I remember him now. He was there when Pierce gave me orders to kill Steve. How did they find me?" Bucky pulled Kara up with him as they made their way back to the bunker. This would mean they'd have to run again, but to where Kara was unsure. Kara was sure Mr. Belov had something to do with this. Perhaps if they got rid of him, they'd be safe to stay at her grandparents' home. She looked up at Bucky, his eyes set hard and his jaw rippling.
"Mr. Belov… he's a spy for Hydra… isn't he?" she managed to get out as her tears finally spilled from her eyes.
Bucky stopped, holding her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "I think so."
"We have to kill him, Bucky. We'll be safe at my grandparents place if we kill him," Kara couldn't believe what she was saying. She'd known Misha most of her life and to know he was working for some evil organization chilled her to the bone.
"We'll go back, but you aren't killing anyone else," Bucky held her face a little more firm, making her look into his eyes. "I mean it, Kara. I won't have this taint you any more that it already has."
She nodded her head as more tears poured down her face. The day had started off very promising and ended up with tears, blood and death. This was the life she was in store for until she got Bucky free from his Hydra masters and free to service with Steve without S.H.I.E.L.D. restraints.
Steve … that was her answer. She had to see him and figure out what was going on out there. Steve was looking for him and she had seen a possible future that had Steve helping Bucky. But right now neither of them trusted anyone, not even Captain America.
They had packed their things and were running to the truck when Bucky took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. "You don't have to go with me."
Kara blinked back at him, shaking her head. "No, I do. I'm linked to you, so no matter where you go, I go."
He gave her a small smile as they climbed in the cab. Kara couldn't shake the look in his eyes while they were making love. She needed answers and to finish what they started.
"Did you remember something… when we were… together?" she watched his face, seeing just the glint of melancholy swimming in the soft blue.
"Every time you touch me, something happens. I can't make out everything but I know I'm not the man I was. Don't think I can be that man again," Bucky put the truck in drive, heading towards the fence when she scooted closer to him, placing his arm around her.
"You're wrong and I'm going to prove that to you, James," she placed her head on his shoulders as they speed away from the facility. Going back to the farmhouse was going to be tricky, but they were willing to take that chance.
Bucky drove back to the weathered farmhouse, taking mostly country roads. He was good at hiding his tracks, but being found at the old army facility made him feel a little inadequate. The only thing he could think of was it must have been Mr. Belov. Going back to the farmhouse wouldn't be something their enemy would expect. Kara was smart, sexy and a little cunning. She was more than met the eye and he was seeing that first hand.
Kara stayed close to him as they took the back way into her family farm. She hadn't spoken since they left Bucky's hideout, her mind tried to come up with some scenario as to why she'd been gone so long. She needed to talk to Steve, see if he could really be trusted. S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't the organization she thought it was. She could tell by the look in Jenny's eyes, something wasn't right. Leaving Bucky was going to be hard, but she had to do this to keep them both safe. Maybe if she could get a message to Jenny, like the ones they used to use as kids, then she could set up a meeting with Steve.
Bucky glance over at her, seeing her in deep thought. He worried what they had done in the bunker was a mistake. He could have hurt her. She trusted him, was willing to give all of herself to him and that made it all the more important that he kept the dark side of himself in check. The nightmares were still there, bubbling under the surface and he hoped he wouldn't lash out in his sleep. Kara was determined to be with him. It seemed, no matter what the cost. Bucky was sure of one thing. He would pay the ultimate price before he'd ever harm her. He needed her, and not just for the flashes of memory or the visions she had, he needed her touch that reminded him he was a man, he needed her smile that warmed his cold heart and he needed her kindness that gave him hope that there was still some good left in the world.
He pulled up to a rustic barn when Kara turned to him. Her green eyes smiled back at him, making his heart stammer just a bit. He leaned forward, taking her lips and giving her a very slow, heated kiss.
"What was that for?" she asked as he continued to stare at her.
"Just… because," he wasn't really sure why he did that, but he wanted to do it again. He didn't know what made him crave her. She was more addictive than any drug, more seductive than any sin and he wanted more of her.
Kara looked away from him for a second when she spotted Mr. Belov in the barn. The barn was once used to store feed and grain, but she wasn't so sure what purpose Misha had for it now. Bucky placed his index finger to his lips as he slid out of the truck and crept around the side of the barn. Kara slipped out the other side, staying close to him as they made their way to the front.
The sound of electrical equipment buzzing and clicking could be heard as they approached. Bucky looked back at Kara, seeing the dim glow of a light between the cracks of the boards. "Go back to the truck," he ordered and she shook her head. He didn't want her to see what he was about to do.
"Let me go in. He'll let down his guard if he sees just me," she said as she waltzed past Bucky. He reached out to stop her, but she was already inside the open barn door.
Misha was sitting at a desk, turning the dial on what looked like a two way radio. Kara remembered seeing one of those in her grandfathers shed. He used to be a communication officer in the army and kept the radio as an old memento. He clicked the dial to a station that made a weird buzzing noise. Kara looked around the corner for Bucky and knew she had to act now when she saw him climbing up in the loft.
Kara walked up to the desk with the sweetest of smiles on her face. "Hello, Mr. Belov."
"Kara?" Misha turned to her with this scowl etched in his weathered face.
"Sorry I ran out like I did," she stopped at the edge of the desk, watching him scan the barn over. His eyes narrowed to small slits as he locked his gaze on her. Kara wanted to look up to see where Bucky was, but she couldn't risk giving away his whereabouts.
Misha turned the radio off, taking his foot and scooting something under the desk. He stood up, placing his hand on Kara's shoulder. "Why did you run off? Did that drifter hurt you… are you okay?"
"I'm good. I helped that man out. Took him to a friend," she was getting good at lying. The words fell from her tongue with ease as she looked Misha straight in the eyes.
"Where did you take him, Kara?" Misha pushed her towards the front of the barn, keeping his right hand on his hip. She knew he must have a weapon either tucked in the back of his pants or in his pocket.
She stopped and shimmied his hand off of her. "Why do you want to know? He was just a drifter. I'm back now, isn't that all that matters?"
"You don't know, but you're in a lot of danger. That man… wasn't just a drifter. I really thought I'd never see you again and everything me and your granddad worked so hard for could have been gone," Misha's hard face turned soft in a flash and that's when Kara saw it. Misha had a secret, one about her and she had to know what it was.
She was about to ask him what he meant when Misha wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. "Mr. Belov?"
Bucky watched from the loft as the old man walked Kara towards the barn door. He studied the old radio, seeing a code on the table wrote in Russian. The box he had scooted under the desk had Russian symbols on it. He crawled on his belly towards the edge of the loft to get a better look at the box when he saw the red skull symbol that he'd seen so many times.
"Hydra," he whispered as he rose to his feet. As he looked for Kara he saw Belov with his arms around her and this pale, wide eyed look on Kara's face. Bucky leaped into action, running to the ladder just a few feet away, putting his feet on the first rung and jumping down on Misha and Kara.
They went falling down to the hard dirt floor with a groan. Bucky kept his knee on Mr. Belov's back as Kara rolled out of the way. With nimble fingers, Bucky pulled his tactical knife from his belt, holding it to Misha's throat.
"Bucky! No!" Kara screamed from her knees as Misha looked back at her with this lost expression.
"Bucky… Barnes?" Misha said to her and Bucky held the knife blade steady.
"How do you know me?" Bucky asked as he pushed the blade against the old man's flesh, leaving a trickle of blood on his tan farmer's skin.
Kara rose to her feet, holding her hand out to Bucky. She gave him a pleading look, hoping he'd give her the knife. He did, but not without putting Misha in a head lock and jerking him to his feet.
"He's with Hydra. We have to kill him," Bucky whispered back to her, but Kara shook her hand.
"Misha, I want the truth or my very skilled friend will kill you. Are you a spy for Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Kara held the knife out, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. The boy she killed back at the army base was still haunting her, his dead eyes burning in her mind.
Bucky held tight to him as he took a very deep breath. "No. I'm Ex KGB. I moved to this country to get away from all of this. Hydra wanted me, but I refused them. I've been in hiding ever since. I changed my name and did my best to cover my tracks. I know of this S.H.I.E.L.D. Your sister works for them. Your granddad was afraid the men that killed your parents would come for you… because of what you can do. I helped him watch over you, protect you."
"Wait… what? My parents were killed? No. It was a drunk driver. That's what they told me," Kara fell to her knees and Bucky gripped Misha tight, pulling him over to a post and tying him up. He was back to Kara in a flash, cradling her in his arms. She cried softly as he held her, her world thoroughly turned upside down.
Misha looked directly at her as Bucky held her. "Not sure what lies this Hydra dog has told you, but he's the one that killed your parents."
Kara looked at Bucky for some recognition if this was true. She thought to herself, she would have seen it. Seen him do it. Bucky pulled away from her and she instantly felt her heart crumble to dust.