As we began to travel again, I took a peek at the contents in the bag, realizing it was veggie soup and a few sweet rolls.

"Are you hungry?" Bucky asked me as I stared at the food, feeling my stomach churn.

"Not really, no. I am tired though." I muttered back, yawning.

"Well you hardly got any rest." He pointed out as I nodded.

"In my defense, I ate too much this morning after we arrived at the hotel, and I felt weird sleeping on my back last night." I said, groaning as I settled myself into the seat.

"You should have told me, I could have given you a massage or something. You should try to eat something. What if the kid is hungry?" He muttered, smiling widely.

"Kid? Is that some sort of nickname? What are you from the nineteen twenties?" I said, teasingly.

"1917 actually." He replied in matter-of-factly tone.

"So you should be my kid's great grandfather instead of his father?" I teased.

"Maybe. Frankly, I don't think I would have gotten married back then. Took life too lightly. My time in Hydra changed a lot for me. You changed my mind on that subject too…" he said as he reached for my hand with his vibranium arm.

"I did? How? From what I'm told you were never interested in a girl for too long before moving on." I commented, remembering the conversation I had with Steve shortly after we arrived.

He scoffed. "You talked to Steve?" He asked, looking at me before turning back on the road.

"Months ago. He just wanted to make sure you didn't end up hurting me. Or that I hurt you by holding back." I replied, with a small smile.

"What did he tell you?" He asked, cautiously.

"Not much. Steve's too much of a gentleman to say anything you don't want me to know. He did ask me how we met, and when I told him, he smiled at me, before walking away." I shrugged.

Trying not to think of everything else we spoke about.

"Did he tell you how I used to save his scrawny but from getting kicked in the alleys?" He asked, amused.

"He did." I replied with a fond smile.

Wondering who our baby will look like as I watched the road pass us by.

"What do you think it'll be?" He asked me.

"I don't know. But I really want them to have those eyes. I could get lost in them all day…" I sighed, reaching over to play with his hair.

"I want a girl. So, I can teach her to fight and protect herself. Fight off all the boys who try to hurt her." He said with a smile.

"A boy wouldn't need to learn that too?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Well, yes, but a boy likes to roughhouse. A girl would need protecting. I like the idea of having a little princess that looks like you." He said, smiling.

"Right… I'll have you know that my dad taught me how to fight… I was always getting in trouble for beating boys up. Especially Mike Newton. He was really handsy and wouldn't take no for an answer." I replied smiling fondly at the memory.

The day my dad laughed because I got suspended for punch and breaking Newton's nose. He took me out for ice cream with Clint.

"Did the dog ever get the idea?" He asked, concerned.

"He did eventually. After that he avoided me like the plague. It was hilarious. He never lived it down." I replied smiling widely at him as he sagged into his seat in relief.

"That's my girl." He cheered, lifting a fist in the air.

I snorted in response, shaking my head at how proud he seemed before leaning back. "Alright. I'm going to try to get some rest. Wake me up in two hours." I muttered pulling my sweater tighter around myself.

"Yeah, go ahead. You need some rest. We have at least a few hours before reaching the next town so it'll be a while." He said, as he reached back and pulled something towards the front.

"Ok. Two hours, James. I mean it." I said firmly, before closing my eyes.

"Here." He said as he dropped something on my lap.

My eyes snapped open as I felt something land on my lap.

It was a small pillow, and a thick blue fluffy blanket.

"Where did you—?" I asked, surprised.

"I bought them last night. Before buying the food. The woman in the store sold me a few before closing. There's a bigger pillow back there if you want to lay back there." He explained, with a thoughtful expression.

I nodded, before pushing the pillow against the window and extending the blanket over myself before laying my head onto it, sighing in relief.

"Sleep well, doll." He murmured, patting my knee before putting it back on the steering wheel.


Dream:

I dropped to my knees as tears ran down my face.

I shook my head in disbelief.

He was gone. I couldn't believe they had taken him.

They actually took him.

"Arie, come on. Sweetie, we need to get you to the hospital." Nat said as she held me tightly.

"Can she walk?" I heard someone ask.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure she's in shock. We need to get her to the hospital before she passes out. It could cut the oxygen to the baby." Someone else urged.

"Bucky! You promised! You can't leave me! The baby needs you! I need you! Come back…" I screamed as I felt something jolt inside me.

"Get her now! We have to go!!!" I heard someone urge as I was swooped off the floor, and rushed towards the quinn jet.

"Come—back…" I feebly called as everything began to go dark.


"Come back. Come back!!" I screamed as I jolted into a sitting position.

The car swerved on the road briefly before Bucky righted it. Turning to stare at me wide-eyed.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

I tried to answer but my mind reeled at what I had dreamt. Which ended with me trying to nod only to shake my head at him.

"I need air. Stop the car. Please." I gasped, as my stomach churned uncomfortably.

He pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, turning the car off before turning to me.

As the car stopped, I practically threw the door open, and threw the blanket and pillow towards him, before getting out.

My breath coming out in gasps as I caught the fear that was product of that dream. My knees buckled as I felt myself begin to shake violently.

I began to fall forward, catching myself on my hands as I began to gag, before throwing up multiple times.

As I felt myself grown weak, I felt two arms lift me off the ground and sit me down on the seat inside the car.

"Are you alright, doll?" He asked handing me a water bottle, before wiping my face with the back of his hand.

"I—I…" I stuttered, as I brought my hands up to my face, sobbing.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked kneeling in front of me.

"I— I saw something." I whispered, looking away from him, as he felt the weight of my words sink in.

"You saw— wait, you're telling me you've been having dreams again and didn't tell me?" He asked, shocked.

"Since we got back from Munich. They started off as random small snippets of us, my brother, Nat, Steve, Sharon. Everyone. I don't know what is going to happen or how much time we do have. But I do know that S.H.I.E.L.D is being compromised as we speak. And we can't tell anyone about the baby…" I quickly say, clenchingy fist as I tried to calm down.

"What else have you seen, Marie?" He asked, standing to his full height.

I looked away, checking to see if anyone else was driving in the road.

It was for the most part clear, except a few cars here and there.

"This mission will take more than a few weeks." I finally replied, wiping my face.

"How long, Marie?" He asked, slowly taking a few breaths.

"Close to a year. After that— *gulp*— after that Alexander Pierce will take you." I whispered numbly.

"No." He replied, shaking his head firmly.

"No? What are you planning to do? We can't exactly change what will happen, James. It's fate." I responded, looking up at him as he began to pace.

"Fuck fate! I'm not letting anyone rip me from your side. I will kill them before I let them hurt us." He said as he paced.

"What do you suppose we do? Go into hiding? Leave this? It won't work. Not until Hydra goes down." I argued.

"Then that's what we'll do." He firmly said.

I stared at him silently, wondering what he was going to do.

"I won't let it happen." He stated firmly. "Not now, not ever. Now, do you feel better? Do you think we can continue?" He asked, looking at me concerned.

I inhaled a few times before nodding and adjusting my position so he could close the door.

I watched him briskly walk around the car and get in before quickly driving away.

The rest of the trip was tense until we arrived to Omsk sometime after nine o'clock at night.