Alright, thank you for being patient and waiting for my update you guys. Without further ado here is Chapter 13. If you are red-haired and have a problem with the title I mean no offense to you. I am just really weird about chapters titles.

Ok, here we go! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own Marvel or any of its characters, comics, movies, this story is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Bucky's POV:

She fell asleep.

She fell asleep.

This strange, sorry, girl who he had shot, kidnapped, and delivered to former handlers to be tortured, had offered him shelter, cared for his health, wished him good night, and then fallen fast asleep at his feet.

The Asset's head wouldn't stop spinning.

Didn't she just admit to knowing who he was? What he was capable of? Seen first-hand what he could do to her, especially in such a vulnerable state?

She had been there for the fight on the bridge had been introduced to what Hydra did to its prisoners, and, if her words about future seeing were anything to go by, she had probably been privy to the events that had happened on the Helicarrier too.

And yet…

She must want something from him.

She must have, otherwise, this entire display at hospitality wouldn't make any sense.

The question was what?

The Soldier gritted his teeth as he turned to sit in one of the plush hospital chairs by the bed, making sure to align his back to the wall and out of sight of the window. The plates of his bionic arm shifted and whirled softly in response to his agitation.

It was hard to ignore his programming as it all but screamed at him to continue interrogating the girl, strangle her, pin her broken arm in place, break her fingers, snap her ribs and a hundred other torturing techniques that swam in his haunted mind until he was sure he had all the information she knew.

He had to force himself to relax.

She had promised him answers and he would get them, one way or another, yet something in him warned him to be patient.

Even though he knew full well she wasn't a threat, and that she had also promised not to run, he couldn't just trust her to remain rational and not to give in to the basic desire for safety once dawn broke again. The girl was obviously skittish around him, despite how hard she tried to hide it.

Regardless, even if she did decide to run she wouldn't get very far he was faster. It wasn't as if she could escape from him.

Cold eyes continued assessing the still, sleeping, figure in the corner.

However, at this point, the Asset wasn't sure if she even would try anything so underhanded with how brazenly she had spoken to him earlier and then let her guard down enough to fall asleep in the same room as him. This girl seemed to be too blunt and almost transparent to a fault.

The sudden thought of her actually being headstrong enough to try and physically fight him over something was so ridiculous it nearly had him smirking in amusement.

Besides, he had already searched the entire room for any weapons or wires and came up empty. Not to mention her extreme lack of basic coordination and weak frame, which had only gotten worse since the soldier had seen her last, wouldn't have helped her against even the weakest of HYDRA's operatives. Honestly, it looked as if a strong breeze would be enough to knock her off her feet.

Simply put, he didn't believe she could pull anything against him or that she even had it in her to try.

'Weak', he sneered silently to himself as he scowled into the darkness.

After a long while of staring blankly at the girl, while his thoughts raged around his head, he glanced away towards the vacant hospital bed appraisingly.

He really couldn't remember being in a bed. Cold medical tables, Cryo-freeze silos, hardwood floors, dirt floors, concrete, snow, gravel, were all places he remembered resting on but never in a bed.

A bed.

A small, nearly unnoticeable, thought quickly flittered through his subconscious, like a faint whisper against his ear.

'Quit it, you jerk… I'm fine…. I'm not going to keel over and die Bucky.'

'Oh, stop being a fat head and take the bed already you punk, you need it a helluva lot more than I do!'.

He could hear faint voices, hear a faint wheezing sound, feel his lips contorting into a frown, and a phantom prick of annoyance bubble up in his chest before everything was suddenly washed away. He was pulled from his thoughts as quickly as he was lost to them.

He growled.

These sudden bouts of sensory overload had always been an issue every time he had been out of cryo-freeze too long, but it never interfered enough with his mission or his thought process. Now, they have been springing to life behind his eyes more and more often since the fight he had with Captain America on the doomed Helicarrier. The man who also claimed to know him as well.

'…Steve.'

A sharp throbbing pain was beginning to form behind his eyes. The Asset shook his head roughly as the parts of his metal arm whirled in agitation. Whether the images he saw were real or not, he couldn't say, but none the less they always left him startled and on edge.

He glanced back at the girl. Her chest was rising shortly and her breathes coming out in harsh pants.

'Probably from sleeping on the floor with injured ribs', he noted in faint annoyance before frowning at the similar reminder to the intrusive memory he just had.

'I'm not going to keel over and die Bucky...'

Bucky

Hadn't the girl mentioned that was his name too?

A calculating gleam entered the Asset's eyes for a moment as he assessed his, what had she called him earlier, oh yea, "bunk buddy".

It seems the more and more he stayed around this disturbingly helpful girl the more and more he was beginning to find out about himself, or at least the man he was before he became the Asset.

He frowned deeply as he continued staring at the girl.

The soldier wasn't entirely sure if that was a bad thing or not just yet.

Andy's POV:

It literarily felt like a few minutes had passed before sunlight was blasted viciously into my face and a thunderous knocking woke me up.

My entire body jolted and I hissed as a burning sensation crawled down my spine.

"Hello? Hellooo in there? This door's locked!", the sudden sound of a woman's obnoxious voice floated from the doorway as the incessant pounding continued.

A growl escaped my throat as I burrowed further under the sheets, wishing I could suddenly become deaf.

"Wait a minute please!", I gasped out loud as my throat burned painfully. My crusted eyes cracked open slowly as I groaned pitifully and glanced around the room. I sat up with a start when I realized something.

I was in the hospital bed with multiple blankets piled and thrown on top of me.

'Huh? Where is…', my thoughts were cut short as I spotted the open window. A cool spring breeze blew by as the midmorning sunlight shone through my window. The never-ending mid-morning rush hour of the city blared loudly from outside and a cloudless blue sky could be seen stretching across the horizon.

My eyebrows knotted together in confusion but understanding swept over me in a wave.

"He left?" I whispered to myself as I slowly stood up and walked over in a dream-like state to the window.

The wind whistled around my hair as I leaned out of the window and glanced down. I whistled as I saw the oddly impressive three-story drop.

"Damn it, Bucky. You could have just taken the stairs like a normal person instead of jumping out a three-story window like a moron!" I suddenly shouted down at the street below, somehow thinking he could hear my frustration. A few stray pigeons flew away in fright at my scream and a couple of people on the sidewalk below looked up in total bewilderment.

My face flushed in the cold breeze as it finally occurred to me what I was doing.

I quickly ducked back into the overly warm room and rubbed my cold cheeks in embarrassment.

"Damn it, I'm such an idiot", I winced.

The sound of the door unlocking broke my concentration.

I whipped around in surprise as a dark heavy-set nurse in white powder scrubs barged into my room, an angry scowl marring her face.

"Girl, I have better things to be doing then getting my keys from all the way downstairs so I can be getting you your breakfast, ya understand me, hun?" The woman barked as slammed a plate of food angrily down on the weak plastic table attached to the bed.

I couldn't help but flinch at the noise.

She glared at me as I nodded my head very quickly, visibly wincing when I moved to fast.

"Yes, ma'am" I whispered quietly

"And another thing, don't be locking no doors either cause there are some very nice gentlemen from social services here to talk with you", she huffed loudly before storming away.

I stared after her in shock before glancing down blankly at the spilled food, my mind spinning as I wondered what to do.

'Social services are here already? Didn't Dr. Maverick say they were supposed to be here the day after tomorrow? That makes no sense…', I frowned in confusion before something dawned on me, 'Wait, I can't be put in the stupid system, they'll have all my information then and it would be a walk in the park for people like Hydra to find me'

I stiffened as another thought occurred to me.

'Hell, those people coming up right now could be Hydra!'

I paled drastically and my body began shaking without my accord as those horrible memories flashed through my mind's eye.

The interrogation, the beating, the electric chair…

My chest began to heave as panic settled in my stomach like a sickness.

'I have to get out of here. I need to find someone. Steve, Sam, Nat, Bucky? Wait, Bucky!'

"The Smithsonian!", I breathed as I sprinted to the dresser beside the bed.

'I need to find Bucky!'

I threw on the clothes as fast as I could before turning back to the food left by the oh so kind nurse.

My stomach shrank away in disgust at the idea of eating but I picked at it anyways before wrapping what I could in some paper towels and stuffing them into the pockets of my jacket.

Who knows when I'd get my next meal?

I hurriedly slipped on the jacket and shoes I had found in the lost in found yesterday. Everything was a bit too big, and the jacket I had found absolutely swamped my skinner than normal form but it was better than nothing.

I quickly poked my head out the hallway before looking both ways. Two men in cliché business attire stood at the front desk, the nurse from earlier talking adamantly with them. Their suits seemed too neat and their attire seemed too business like for me to have any doubt as to whom these two goons worked for.

My eyes narrowed and my gut twisted sharply.

'Time to go'

I quickly ducked out into the hallway and I spun off my heel, walking as casually as I could towards them and the exit. I pulled my hood up and forced my head down as I walked as calmly as I could pass the unsuspecting trio. It worked.

They didn't look up as I passed by and made my way to the elevator.

I smirked to myself as Natasha's words echoed in my head.

"The first rule of going on the run is don't run, walk"

…

My feet pounded on the damp sidewalk as I quickly walked down the busy street. The Smithsonian was dead ahead and my mended ribs and broken wrist were still aching from walking for nearly two hours without stopping. I panted and tried to swallow my pain as I approached the steps. A kind older lady with steaks of grey in her blonde hair smiled at me.

"One ticket dear?", she questioned patiently.

"Yes, please", I nodded, trying to smile through the pain. It came out more like a grimace I think because the lady only gave me a sympathetic look before handing my ticket over.

I thanked the woman politely as I hurried in inside.

It had been a while since I had been to the Smithsonian. Nearly everything looked the same except for a large banner decorating the grand entrance that celebrated the opening of the new Captain America exhibit. I made a face at the large mural of Steve Rogers in his Captain America suit before making a beeline for the entrance of the exhibit.

'How awkward must it be to have an entire exhibit on your whole life? Sounds freaky and embarrassing. I don't know how he walked through here with a strange face at the beginning of the movie like that…'

I thought to myself as I curiously wandered around the exhibit, keeping an eye out for any tall, dark, scary, men in baseball caps.

'I wonder how Bucky must feel about an entire museum dedicated to the man he tried to kill repeatedly over a month ago? Must be weird for him too…'

There were a lot of people around, considering it was the afternoon and children had begun to get out of school around this time. It also made it ridiculously harder to see anybody considering I was more fun-sized than average sized.

I huffed in annoyance as I found a bench against the wall by the restrooms and stood on it.

"Stupid tall people…" I grumbled aloud as I quickly scanned the crowd for anyone familiar. The dim lighting in most places made it even harder to see let alone find anybody. I cursed as I looked around again.

Still nothing.

'Am I late? Did I miss him?'

Fingers gingerly massaged my temples as I sat down on the bench with a long groan. I sighed as I stared at the shaggy grey carpet hopelessly.

'Great. Now what?' I put my head in my hands as I continued my starting match with the floor.

A bony hand suddenly shot out of nowhere and grasped my shoulder. I couldn't help but jump in surprise and spin around.

A kind old man in a security outfit smiled benignly at my distress and squeezed my shoulder gently.

"Hey there kiddo, you alright?" he questioned pleasantly.

The old man that stood over me had large, tan; square glasses nearly covered his entire face and deep wrinkles and age spots dotted his pale hands and face. A thin snow-white mustache rested lightly under his nose and his salt and pepper hair was slicked back evenly under his dark museum-police cap.

My mouth hung open as I stared at the stranger in shock.

"Stan Lee!?" my mouth decided to voice what my stunned brain couldn't.

His wrinkled brow only furrowed in confusion.

"Who?"

I looked away in embarrassment, my cheeks heating up slightly.

"Oh, um, never mind" I sulked quietly, my shoulders hunching further into my large grey hoodie.

'Of course, it's not Stan Lee you idiot. He was a real person and he couldn't be a security guard in his own parallel universe"

"Ok then. Well if you need any help there kid, I'll be over here by the washrooms" He grinned good-naturedly as he politely helped me to my feet. He pointed to his nametag.

"Name's Joe if you need me. But don't look for me tomorrow though cause today's my last day here."

I smiled guiltily at his sudden bitter expression, quickly remembering why he was losing his job.

Damn it, Steve.

He waved off my apology for his resignation before going to take his leave.

"Oh, one more thing. I think there's something you missed over by the projection room. Good luck kiddo, you'll need it" He waved before disappearing in the crowd.

I stared after him incredulity.

I gaped after him.

'…was that…could he…is that even…what?'

After a few minutes, I slowly shook myself out of my impromptu stupor and weaved my way through the crowd.

My fingers curled together tightly under my overly large sleeves as I slipped into the dark room.

The amphitheater was fairly large but still smaller than an actual movie theater. A couple of adults and their respective others were scattered around with the majority of the children seated in front of the large screen. The glowing lights from the projector made it easier to see as I hid behind the dark curtain and glanced around curiously, half wondering what I was supposed to look for.

My eyes widened and my breath hitched as I froze in my tracks.

A large figure sat in the top corner of the room, halfway hidden by the shadows and as still as a living statue. Dark stubble faintly outlined his jaw and dark eyes could be seen flickering from beneath his baseball cap as he stared intently at the movie screen.

No one seemed to notice him tucked away in the shadows like he was already a nameless part of the scenery.

'Technically he is' I mused to myself as I continued watching him from behind the curtain, debating on what I should do.

'What do I do now? I found him but I don't have a clue what to say or what to do next'

I quickly hid completely behind the curtain, making sure I was hidden as I slowly slid against the wall until I was sitting down. Pulling my knees into my chest I ignored the discomfort from my ribs as I curled tightly into myself, feeling a sense of primal comfort as I pressed myself tightly against the dark wall, trying to blend myself into the darkness where no one could find me.

'What am I supposed to say that he can't figure out from the museum? I don't know every little detail of his life, I don't really have any powers. Hell, I only know what was in the movies!' I cursed silently to myself.

'Why the hell did I even think it was a good idea to help him? This isn't a movie. I could literally die any minute and that guy is extremely dangerous. He could snap me like a pencil and not feel anything over it. He's an assassin. An assassin.'

The word rang in my ears and my heart clenched in fear for the first time as I really thought about whom that man in the movie theater was.

'I...I never should have never tried to help Captain America. Why did I think something good could have out of trying to help these freaks? Nothing. Absolutely nothing!' I scowled bitterly and swallowed painfully as a sudden burning lump lodged itself in my throat.

'And what did I even gain from all this except some broken bones and a whole lot of heartache? I didn't do anything. I still can't do anything and now I'm stuck like this, with no way home!'

I didn't realize how harsh my breathing had become until I staggered to my feet.

That was it. I needed out of this. I needed to get away from everything and everyone. My sanity could only take so much before it snapped.

"Forget this", I choked as I ducked out from behind the curtain, nearly sprinting towards the bathroom. What I didn't see was a head jerk up suddenly from across the illuminated room, snapping towards the vacant space I just left.

I sighed heavily as I leaned against the bathroom door, silently thanking what little luck I had that the room was completely empty. It took a few minutes to get my breathing under control before I moved to the sinks. Cold water dribbled down my chin as I started scrubbing at my face vigorously, determined to wash away the weak tears and humiliation I felt still burning hot tracks down my face.

My long nails scrapped against the sink as I stared forlornly at my reflection.

Dull brown hair, darkened by grime and water, curled and twisted wildly around my face before hanging limply by my shoulders. Dark blue eyes, irritated by crying, stared listlessly at the sickly and drawn face in the mirror that was covered in weeks old bruises and healing cuts.

I winced and looked away.

"Wow, I'm a mess". I grimaced as I poked and prodded my flushed face, wincing when I touched a large gash that curled just below my hairline.

"Fantastic", I hummed bitterly as I continued trying to fix my appearance.

'This is the first and last time I ever help those super-powered freaks again' my frown deepened as I washed the cuts around my arms.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear the door open.

I let my hair partially cover my face as I tried not to look over my shoulder but something strange in the mirror caught my attention. From the corner of my eye, I turned slightly and froze like a dead in headlights.

The same men from the hospital stood there. A darker skinned man was blocking the door and one with the red beard made sure the lock clicked into place behind them.

My eyes widened in fear as I found myself suddenly locked in a room with the two men.

One of them stepped closer.

I stepped back in time with his steps.

He smirked at my obvious discomfort.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be sugar", a thick Mid-Western accent I couldn't place granted on my ears as I watched him warily. He grinned sickly as he moved closer.

I snarled and lifted my fist defensively, my mind immediately going on autopilot as my muscles tensed in anticipation. I would jump off a bridge first then go willingly back to Hydra. Besides, it wasn't as if I had anything left anyways.

The man raised an eyebrow and barked out a laugh as he turned to his partner.

"Look at that Will, she thinks she can take us. Do you think you can take us, huh girly? One armed and all?" he grinned maliciously as he stalked forward again and tried to corner me into a stall.

'Girly?'

I ignored his taunting as I inched my way towards a nearby window. My eyes glanced quickly to the grated window. I silently cursed when I realized I wouldn't be able to get out that way.

The other man joined his partner and now both of them were less than a few feet away from me, stalking my movements like a pair of mangy dogs ready to shred apart a defenseless rabbit.

"Wh-why are you here? What do you want from me?" I gasped out as we circled each other warily, my nails biting into the palm of my skin. A small part of me was annoyed that I stuttered but still slightly glad that my voice had started to work again.

The one that had been speaking sneered in disgust at me, his carefree demeanor slipping away entirely as he looked ready to spit in my general direction. His partner was still stone-faced.

"Well, revenge being one thing, on you and the Asset. After he uprooted the base and took you with him we figured you and that damn Captain America were the ones that screwed with his programming and made him go rogue", he spat as he reached for his pocket and suddenly took out a very large and very shiny knife. My eyes went wide and I fought the urge to immediately panic.

'How did he get that past security!'

"But then we thought it would be better to pursue other opportunities", the quiet one suddenly commented as he crept closer to my other side.

'They're circling me and they're still keeping me from the door', I belatedly realized.

"I understand why you want him, but why me? Pierce is dead and so is Hydra." I spat as I tried to discretely stall for time.

I inwardly swore as it dawned on me that Bucky was in danger too. Winter Soldier or not he was still seriously injured from his fight with Steve and I highly doubt he was ready to face Hydra coming after him now of all times.

'Damn, damn, damn it, how do I warn him? These two can't be the only Hydra agents here. What can I do? Do I scream? Will he even hear me? What about everybody else here? Will they start shooting in the middle of the museum with a bunch of kids?!'

I took one quick look at the manically grinning redhead in front of me.

Yes.

Yes, they absolutely would.

'Well here goes nothing'

My eyes narrowed and I tried to ignore my heart crushing itself in fear before I took a deep breath and charged towards the first man with a loud cry. He couldn't help but flinch in surprise and his partner lunged forward to catch me but I feinted to the right and then ducked the other way before sprinting to the unguarded door as the man tripped over his feet. I was halfway out the door before I was roughly grabbed by the back of my jacket and yanked backward.

I took a deep breath.

"BUCKY, RUN, HYDRA!" I had just enough time to shout out as loud as I could before I lost my grip on the door handle and was thrown away. The first man growled something under his breath before throwing me against the wall.

I wheezed in pain as I was slammed painfully against the bathroom stall.

My old injuries sang as my mind was immediately assaulted by unwanted images of Rumlow towering over my beaten and battered form. Panic and pain began to make my breath shallow as the ginger pressed his knife against my throat. The man's face was suddenly replaced by Rumlow's for a split second and I began to hyperventilate, my deep breaths and shaking creating deeper cuts from the knife as it dug into the tender skin of my neck.

"You bitch!", he barked before taking the knife away and backhanding me across the face with the hilt. I crumbled to the ground, my shaking knees couldn't hold me up.

"Hydra is far from finished. Did you honestly think you could get away that easily? Besides, he will not help you, he doesn't feel. The Asset is our property and we will take him back one way or another" He snarled down at me as I regained my senses and started to struggle wildly from having my throat sawed open by the enraged redhead.

"He's a human being you asshole!", I spat as the blade was pushed closer to my already bleeding throat.

It was at that moment that gunshots erupted behind the bathroom door and the screams of innocent people filled the air. My eyes widened in horror.

So, there were more of them.

"You sick son of a bitch! There are kids in there!" I screamed at them, anger overwhelming my pain and in one moment of blinding stupidity, I tried to lunge for him.

In response to my heroic efforts, he grabbed my jacket and slammed my head against the wall again. Burning pain exploded along the back of my head and shot down my spine like electricity.

I couldn't hold in the pained sob that slipped from my lips as I went limp for a moment.

"As for your previous question…", the darker man suddenly piped up from the sidelines, "news has spread fast about you and your talents, there are many interested parties that have placed a bounty on your head. One, in particular, is offering us a very high sum for you."

I twisted and turned in the red head's grasp as a fire consumed me. My vision turned as red as the blood from a flowing freely cut to my temple covered my eye.

"You're going to sell me, like some kind of animal? What is wrong with you people!", I screamed out in fear and rage again as I tried kicking the man behind me in a desperate frenzy. I briefly smirked in satisfaction when my foot gave way to something soft and I heard a low grunt of pain from behind me. The small victory only lasted for a second before I was slammed face first into the tile wall again by the snarling ginger.

"Would you shut up!", he roared before spinning me back around to face him only to sucker punch me in the gut. I gasped and stumbled forward before falling to the floor from the stunning force of the blow. My ears began to ring with the crackling sound of static as the wind was knocked out of me.

My body wouldn't listen to my frantic attempts to move, as I lay gasping pathetically like fish out of water and completely paralyzed from the immense pain.

My vision began to blur and blacken around the edges.

I struggled to push down the nauseating feeling that was crawling up my throat when I was rolled onto my stomach.

"Alright, that's good enough. Hold her steady", the calmer agent commanded as he took out a small syringe from his coat pocket and crouched next to me.

I could only squirm weakly as the other Hydra agent held me down easily by sitting on top of my back and pushing my face into the ground to expose a good portion of my neck.

The pinching needle found its mark and not a second later did I feel a familiar cold substance sweep through my veins at an alarming rate. My entire body began to shiver as the disturbing cold moved everywhere. My limbs started to grow heavy and then numb as my heart shuddered. My thrashing slowly stopped and my mind started to go fuzzy. It felt as if my head had been stuffed with wool and beaten over with a plank.

I glanced blankly at the polished floor beneath me as the two men bicker about something above me.

"You carry her"

"Why me? My leg is still busted from the elevator."

"Well, you're the one who incapacitated her"

"Fine, you lazy bastard, let's hurry up and get to the extraction point I don't think it would have been that easy to take down the-"

Immediately, a furious pounding noise erupted from the other side of the room before the metal door was abruptly thrown off its hinges and blown to the side. Before the door had even fallen to the floor, the redhead standing over me was suddenly blown backward as the loud 'crack' of a gunshot echoed.

Red fluid sprayed out the back of his skull as he toppled backward and onto the cold, hard, ground. The other agent dropped the hypodermic needle but also fell to the ground before he could even reach for the gun in his suit pocket, a gaping hole in his chest was the only tell-tale sign of his demise.

I tried to move at the sudden noise but the world swam and I instead flopped uselessly back down on the cool tiles and titled my head towards the door.

The blurry figure of the Winter Soldier stood there with a gun raised and still positioned.

He stood still for a second longer before he came to stand over me menacingly and kneeled down.

His flesh hand cradled my pounding head as the gloved fingers of his metal arm grabbed my chin and gently rolled my neck to the side. He examined the bruised injection site briefly before focusing on the discarded syringe beside me and picking it up. Cold eyes scanned what was left of the blue liquid inside intently before shattering the needle to pieces in his metal grasp.

"Can you stand?", he questioned intently as he turned back to me.

I stared blankly at him for a moment as his words rang around my head with no meaning behind them. Once my brain finally figured out what he asked of me I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ignore the gut-wrenching way my vision swam before.

I grunted as I tried pushing myself to my feet, only to topple over as my legs had already started to go numb.

Bucky grabbed the back of my head before it could completely hit the floor and snaked an arm around my waist as he hoisted me to my unsteady feet in one swift movement. His dark eyes swept over my form, making sure I could stand on my own, before stepping away.

I blinked hard and clenched my jaw as I willed myself to move through the fog.

"You... need to run…there are more coming…" I heard myself croak though I could not feel my mouth moving or even remember wanting to speak. My teeth chattered as the freezing liquid they had injected me with curled around my chest and burned right through my bones. It felt as if my lungs were on fire and every time I tried to take a breath I could feel my beating heart shutter.

"Go to Brooklyn… in New York, get your memories…then go to Romania, Bucharest. They won't find you there for a while...", I gasped out. My legs were shaking with the effort of holding myself up as my nausea worsened. I closed my eyes again and I leaned back against the wall, trying to think of how I was going to get out of here and away from Hydra when I could barely stand and head continued to pound as if a sledgehammer was ramming itself into my skull.

"What about you?", his voice startled me out of my thoughts as I fought to glance up at him without hurling. He no longer seemed hostile instead he seemed anxious as if he wanted to do something to help but didn't know how and was too wary to move any closer. His blue eyes flickered from my form and to the door uneasily.

I smiled lightly at his lost look. Looks like his ruthless Winter Soldier persona was chipping away further and further with each passing day he was away from Hydra.

"It will be fine. I'll be fine", I huffed out as I tried to stand again, "I'm not going to let them get me again…That would just suck for everybody" I chuckled weakly as I grabbed the sink nearby and hoisted myself up, struggling not to blow chunks into it. I swallowed painfully as I nodded towards the door.

"Go, I got this."

I looked back briefly and noticed that he hadn't moved. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Bucky. Go.", I stressed as the noises outside grew louder.

My hands started to shake as I turned away from him and pushed myself to limp towards the door, hoping against all odds that I could pull this escape act off…or at the very least that I died before Hydra caught me again.

That was literally worse than death.

A hand suddenly grabbed my waist and I stumbled as it pulled me back into a hard chest.

"What are you-", I turned to look back at the silent man but in that split second my feet had left the ground. The scream that had built itself up in my throat came out more like a startled squeak than anything else as my world went upside down and a hard weight burrowed into my gut, making my urge to hurl increase tenfold.

I blinked in surprise as I suddenly found myself curled on Bucky's shoulder before he started running through the exhibit.

Everything was a blur as he ran. Colors and noises swirled together as a big mess of people were still panicking and running to the nearest exits and that horrible wailing of sirens in the distances told me that there had been casualties. He kept to the shadows before punching out the locks from the walls with his metal hand and slipping out through a fire escape.

I just stared at the ground as he ran with my limp form over his shoulder through the back alleys of D.C., wondering what in the world was happening.

The…the Winter Soldier was…rescuing me?

'Screw this, my brain hurts wayyy too much'

I sighed as the funky serum in my system finally wore me out, letting my world slip into merciful darkness as I fell off the face of this crazy planet for a little while.

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