When Hannah said she would stay with Bucky that one night, she wasn't expecting to practically move in. Bucky had slept just fine when Hannah was there, so she started staying more often. She figured it was the neighborly thing to do, but now she hadn't slept in her own apartment for weeks. In fact, she had only gone down there every once in a while to grab a few things. She was getting used to having Bucky there, and that worried her.

Staying together was never part of their plan. Bucky had said that they were a team, but that was back in Africa when they didn't have much of a choice. Now, it was becoming more permanent, and if Hannah ever needed to pack her bags and run, she couldn't. She felt that she couldn't leave Bucky, even though she had never needed him before. It would feel strange without him.

Hannah remembered when they were almost sworn enemies. They certainly weren't the best of friends now, but theywerethe most unlikely of friends. Over time, they had learned little things about each other. Simple things like when their birthdays were, what they preferred to eat, and the little routines they had. Surprisingly, they had gotten along for a while, but the credit didn't go to their "winning personalities". It went to the unspoken rule to not ask about the past. They both had horrible experiences (Granted, Bucky's was much more traumatizing), and it was better to leave them in the back of their minds.

"You okay?" Bucky's voice roused her from her thoughts. He was in the kitchen, his hair tied up in a bun, and a breakfast bar in his hand. Last night, the nightmares had acted up worse than usual. Hannah had to sit by Bucky all night, holding his hand to let him know there was someone with him.

"Hannah?" he asked again.

Hannah took a breath and faced him. "I'm fine. Just feeling a bit philosophical today."

He raised a brow but didn't say anything. "You hungry?" He asked while showcasing another granola bar.

Hannah stood and took the food from him. It was the same dried pieces of wheat clumped together to form something just edible enough to count as breakfast. It was what she had every day for the past week, and her stomach was begging for something different.

"You know what I could really go for?" she said.

"What's that?" he asked as he leaned over the counter.

"A plum," she stated while solemnly staring at her breakfast bar.

Bucky laughed. "I thought you didn't like plums."

"I don't," she confirmed with a smile. "I just really want to eat one." Plums were her least favorite fruit, but it was tart and juicy. She'd take that over a crusty granola bar any day.

Bucky finished his breakfast and walked to the bedroom. "A plum," he repeated in disbelief. The door closed and Hannah was left to finish her dry breakfast. A few minutes later, Bucky came back out of the room, dressed for the day; the same outfit he had worn when she first "met" him.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Into town," he answered plainly.

"Yeah, that's something we do all the time because we're not hiding from SHIELD or anything," she retorted.

"I just need to grab some things," he explained.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, you stay. I'll be back soon." He left before she could object. Hannah waited to give Bucky a head start, then grabbed her coat and left the building as well. She didn't need to be with him to go into town, and she had been cooped up in the building for too long.

Hannah wasn't quite sure why she left. She thought she was going to check out the stalls set up in the shopping district, but she ended up walking around aimlessly. Every day at work, she wished she could just be done with it, but on her days off, all she wanted was some work to do. That's what the walking was for. It made her feel like she was going to do something.

She had been walking for a decent amount of time before her paranoia started acting up. There was plenty of police around, and suspicious characters in all black seemed to be everywhere. An unsettling number of black vans rolled down the street, and the sidewalks seemed extra crowded; as if multiple people had been evacuated. Surely she was imagining it all. Why would either the CIA or Klaue come after them now? They hadn't done anything to get their attention. They'd hardly even left the building for a month and a half.

Her leisurely walk turned into an environment scan. People. Cars. Voices. Sounds. She was on high alert for everything, and her heart started pounding. Bucky said he was going into town, so why hadn't she seen him? Was she safe walking out in the open? She continued walking, trying to convince herself that everything was okay. It only made it worse. It was only when a squad of police cars raced passed down the road that Hannah bolted for home. Something wasn't right.

As soon as Hannah burst into the apartment building, she froze. Bodies were littered along the whole stairwell. Petrified, she moved slowly towards them. She kicked the foot of one of the agents and he groaned and moved slightly. She looked around and noticed that most everyone was barely breathing. They were all alive.

Hannah made it past the slough of people and stopped at her floor. The railing to the stairs was almost completely torn off and shattered glass littered the floor along with more agents. There were dents in the walls, and the destruction only got worse the farther she went.

"Bucky?" Hannah could hardly hear herself over her pounding heart. She slowly ascended the stairs, taking in everything around her. There was even more glass on this floor, there was a giant hole in the wall, and Bucky's door was thrown across the room.

"Bucky!" she called as she hurried through the exposed door frame. The furniture was askew, there was a hole in the floorboards, and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. They'd found him. There was nothing she could do about it. Hannah should've run. They found him, and they'd find her next. She shouldn't have second-guessed, but a plum sitting on the counter among the wreckage made her freeze. She grabbed it slowly as if it were a trap. He had gone out to buy her a plum. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she held the fruit in her hand. What happened?

Shouting came from the hall, shocking Hannah. She dropped the plum and ran for the door, but there was already a squad of police there. They aimed their guns on sight and shouted to each other in Romanian.

"Freeze!"one ordered. Hannah didn't have much choice in the matter. With a few hand gestures and nods, the police had her surrounded and on her knees. Blood rushed through Hannah's ears, and she couldn't focus. Was that really it? After all that time of running, this is how they'd find her? It didn't seem right.Nothingseemed right, but what could she do? They cuffed her and dragged her to her feet, and the world spun.

"What are you doing here?"one demanded. She was too frazzled to answer. Of course, if she said anything about Bucky, she'd be an accomplice. She didn't know what to say and her brow furrowed in sadness and frustration.

It took a second for Hannah to find her voice. "I live here..." she whispered. She had forgotten to speak Romanian, but she didn't bother to translate. They grabbed her arm and started leading her through the door. How had her whole day spiraled out of control so fast? It almost felt surreal, but when they locked Hannah in a van, the fear was one hundred percent real.