AN: I know I promised a longer chapter, but I felt this was too perfect. A friend of mine (who also writes for fanfic, but a much much better writer than I) told me that it's not how much your write per chapter. If you finish a chapter or story as though you "dropped the mic" then you have done your job. I thought those were wise words and I will do exactly that or at least try.

Thank you all for reading/reviewing/following. I am so grateful to have such supportive readers!

NESSAANCALIME6913 - Oh yes! And the cookie crumbles! She was so used to having him as her "doll" sort of like a playmate and now, he gets to make his own decisions.

gemerchic - I think you will like her abilities. I had a lot of brainstorming done since Ember.

wolviegurl & .2016 - Thank you! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Anywhooo... Happy reading and enjoy!

CHAPTER 5

The motel room was smaller than the one they stayed in the previous night. Allie laid on her stomach in her pajamas with her legs up in the air, engrossed in a book. Bucky sat at the table as he cleaned a few handguns. Only the sounds of metal clinking together and paper rustling were made. It was unsettling to him. He was so used to constantly hearing the sound of her voice, it was soothing to him. Now, the absence of her voice caused him to get trapped in his own head. He paused in his cleaning and lifted his eyes at her to watch her face.

'Accelerated Probability: When one can sense all the variables of many situations to predict the outcomes and what choices one could make to reach the conclusion they want. When utilizing this ability, they sense paths projected in front of them illuminating possible courses of action, they can foresee the best tactic, and accelerate themselves along that path,' Allie read her book about psychic abilities. She had always been told that her visions were of the future, then Fury told her it may be more than just that. After reading what she just read, she considered that perhaps this was her gift. It made sense. She then began to question herself about the incident with Tony Stark and her visions of the Hulk. 'There has to be more. There's a connection.' Allie peered back down at her book and continued to read. 'Probability Manipulation: There are different types of manipulation one can possess. One can manipulate the probability of an event to happen, make unlikely things to occur or prevent liable events from happening. In rare cases, one can cause or prevent both good and bad luck, sudden deaths, natural disasters and even apocalyptic events.'

Bucky watched the creases on her forehead deepen as her eyes scanned through her book. Whatever she was reading clearly disturbed her. "What are you reading?"

Allie flashed her amber orbs at him and showed him the cover. "I stole it from Pierce's book collection. If he actually took the time to read this book, he would still be alive with HYDRA ruling the world."

"What did you find?"

Allie sat herself up and flipped to the previous page, "I think my ability is 'Accelerated Probability'. It basically means that my visions are actually decisions that people have made. I also read that it can be associated with the possibility of visualizing one's thought. Kinda trippy, right?"

He stared at her for a while, before he went back to cleaning his guns.

Allie scrutinized him, "Bucky?"

He instantly tore his eyes away from his work to look at her.

When his blue - crystal like - eyes met hers, her heart felt as though it would burst through her chest. She almost forgot what she wanted to say until the thought came back. "You should get some sleep."

"Just promise me you won't do anything stupid until I get back," he said to a much smaller, skinnier Steve as he turned to walk away.

"How can I when you're taking all the stupid with you?"

He ran. Ran as fast as his feet could carry him. Bucky pressed the rifle against his chest as he bolted through the forest. A redheaded male who ran beside him unloaded his gun at their enemies. "Sergent, if we keep going, we won't make it out alive!"

He agreed. "We can't pull out until we get every breathing soul of here!" Bucky replied as they hid behind a tree. The sound of guns and explosions echoed in the distance.

"Everyone else is M.I.A.," the man said.

Bucky sighed. "We have to find them."

He found himself strapped onto an operating table. Struggling against the binds, Bucky almost freed himself from the loosened straps until a short, chubby man waddled his way into the laboratory. "An American Sergent. James Barnes, I commend you for your bravery and gunship. How would you like to join a much bigger army?"

Bucky knew he meant HYDRA. "Go to hell," he growled.

"A shame. It would have been more fun if you submitted yourself willingly," the man readjusted his spectacles. "Once the experiments are finished, your mind will belong to me."

"No!" Bucky found himself on top of Allie with his prosthetic hand wrapped around her throat.

She couldn't breathe, but she knew he wouldn't kill her. As she lifted her hand to caress his cheek, Bucky's grip loosened. She sucked in as much air her lungs allowed her to take. "It's okay," she barely whispered.

His chest heaved and he was covered in cold sweat. Bucky briskly maneuvered himself off of her and sat on his side of the bed. Allie slowly moved closer to him and gingerly touched his shoulder. Surprised that he didn't flinch by her touch, she hesitated to comfort him. In fact, she didn't know how o comfort anyone. All her life, she had to be told to control her emotions and to set them aside. This was new for her. Should she pet him? Rub his back? Should she hold him? If she did, how long? The very thought made her uncomfortable. So, she did the same thing he did for her when he was her Soldier. She laid him back down, tucked him into bed and sat beside him until he drifted back to sleep.