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CHAPTER 12

He stared out the window as he watched the cars drive by from his tiny apartment. The rain poured down, washing the city clean while the children played innocently in the puddles. It reminded him of his own childhood with Steve and how they would do the very same. One year, Steve got pneumonia. Bucky never forgave himself when he saw his fragile friend in the hospital bed. He mentally shook the memories away as he walked away from the window and headed toward the kitchen.

He mentally shook the memories away as he walked away from the window and headed toward the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water and a protein bar. He hadn't eaten a wholesome meal since... It pained him too much to even think her name. Especially since the recurring dreams. He was used to nightmares of his past, but these dreams were different. Ever since he moved to Sokovia, Bucky felt right, like he was meant to be there. Then, the second week he's been there, he dreamt that a large chunk of the city was crumbled in ruins and her body

Allie wiped down the restaurant table on the patio. She kept her eyes on the little boy she dreamt about for months.

He was sitting with whom she assumed to be his parents and possibly his grandfather. They laughed together as they ate their lunch. She watched how the sunlight glossed his copper hair and admired his cream colored skin. Allie wanted to know why she had visions of this boy and his death, and why he looked so much like her.

"Excuse me," she barely heard someone call out to her.

She aimlessly sprayed the table with her cleaner, which ended up missing and sprayed all over a woman who sat at a table across from her.

"Excuse me, miss!" A male voice shouted.

Allie snapped her head toward the voice's direction and made eye contact with an angry man.

"Would you mind cleaning the table and not my wife?" he snapped at her with a harsh accent.

"Uh, sorry," she grimaced at the gentleman. "Won't happen again."

The man grumbled something his is native tongue to his wife as he gave Allie a nasty look.

When she looked back at the boy and his family, she made eye contact with the father and quickly looked away. As Allie picked up her supplies, the father stood from his seat and advanced toward her. "Excuse me, miss?"

Allie pretended as though she didn't hear him and entered the restaurant as the man called out for her. She knew he was determined and he wouldn't rest until he got his answers. She stopped in her tracks and sighed in defeat. As she turned around to face him, she didn't expect him to look so concerned.

When he caught up with her, the man grabbed her by the elbow. "Who are you? Why have you been following me?" He sternly asked her.

She checked her surroundings before she lead him through the kitchen to the back exit. "I'm sorry if I spooked you."

"Cut the shit, who are you? Who do you work for? The Soviets? Germany? SHIELD?" He shoved his hand into his coat pocket.

"No! Wait! You don't want to shoot me. I'mm not with anyone or any organization," Allie quickly spoke out.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. "How did you know I had a gun?"

It took her a while to answer. "Because I saw you draw it out before you stuck her hand into your pocket."

He gave her a quizzical look. "How-"

"I born with a gift. I can see the path of someone's future. And for whatever reason, I saw the death of your family. I just wanted to help."

Suddenly, Allie felt a hand wrap around her throat, tightly. She struggled to breathe but knew he would not kill her. "Is that a threat?"

She shook her head in denial and felt a sense of relief when her throat was free from the death grip of the man before her. "I'm not threatening anyone, I only mean to help."

He took his hand out of his pocket and quirked an eyebrow at her. "How can a little girl help me or my family? How do I know you're not lying?"

"If I wanted you or your family dead, you would already be, trust me." She said darkly. "But, I don't kill people. I save them."

"You're a hero? An Avenger?" He scoffed at her.

The side of her mouth twitched. "I'm not a hero."

"Then what are you?"

"My name is Allie Peirce. I'm just a girl from D.C."

"D.C.? You're American?" he was surprised since her accent to his native tongue was flawless.

"Yes. What's your name?"

"Helmut Zemo," he answered with caution.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Zemo," she smiled sweetly at him.