Really short, but I didn't even think I'd be getting a second one up today.

DarylDixon'sLover: Libby's still got a lot to work out, especially since she's now travelling with Captain America's best friend.

NadzKers12: Yup. Here's Bucky! And you're welcome! I don't know how often I'll be updating, since I just started back at work today and I'm super tired and I can barely see because of how tired my eyes are. But I'll try to keep things flowing as much as I can.

Azure83: Aww thanks! Things are definitely going to get interesting...

Tiphanie: Olivia is definitely feeling something, but she's not quite sure what yet. She's still afraid, and doesn't quite know if she should trust him yet or not, but she doesn't have much of a choice. And I'm definitely going to head into Civil War, but I'm still a little iffy as to how I'm going to approach it.

sallydanz13: Aww you made my day so much better! I'm so glad you like my writing that much! It makes me happy!

Enjoy!

"How do you know me?" He asked as he dragged me back to the car by my elbow, his metal hand gripping tight.

"Everyone knows you. You were...are Captain America's best friend. We learned about you in history class. You were MIA. You fell-"

"From a train." He said, stopping and staring at his reflection in the car window.

"How much do you remember?"

"Not a lot. Just...glimpses." He had a faraway look in his eye.

I took a step back, as far as he'd let me anyways, giving him a moment. I turned to scan the parking lot and my eyes landed on two men leaning against a black SUV. Their eyes were trained on us, their faces emotionless. I reached back, gripping the sleeve of Bucky's jacket tightly.

"What?" He asked, noticing that something was wrong. He looked in the same direction that I was, his body stiffening when he saw the two men. "Keep your head down." He said, pushing me towards the passenger side door. "Get in the car."

He moved around to the driver's side as I got in, starting the engine before tearing away from the parking lot. He kept one eye on our rear as I gripped the seat tightly.

"They're HYDRA, aren't they?" I asked as he swerved through traffic.

"Yes. And they're following us." He reached across me, buckling my seatbelt.

He turned on a red, nearly getting us killed crossing the intersection. I was doing deep breathing, trying to keep myself calm as he drove like a maniac. He threw his right arm across my chest as he flew around a corner, the tires skidding. Where were the hell were the police? Why weren't they on us instantly? He kept his arm across my chest as he sped out of the city, heading south.

"Where are we going?" I asked, twitching slightly under his arm, which still hadn't moved.

"Outside the city." No shit.

I sat silently, stiff as a board as he drove down the freeway for a solid hour. I was starving, not having eaten since breakfast at the hotel. His arm was still over my chest, holding me against the seat. I tried to control my breathing, slightly nervous at the proximity. How easy it would be for him to kill me right there. How easy it would be to touch me. I closed my eyes, leaning back in my seat, trying to relax.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew a car door was being slammed shut. I blinked, rubbing my eyes. We were outside a gas station, Bucky having disappeared. I swallowed nervously, trying not to think about the last time I was at a gas station. But things were different now. At least I wasn't puking all over myself this time. And I wasn't injured yet.

Bucky came back a few minutes later, plastic bag in hand. He opened the passenger door, telling me to get out. I did as he said, slightly confused. He grabbed my backpack, shoving it into my arms before grabbing his duffle.

"What are we doing?" I asked, following him as he walked away from the gas station.

"We're walking." Was all he said.

We walked in silence for a few minutes before I finally broke it, not standing having questions burning holes in my head.

"What do you want me to call you?" I asked him.

He stopped, turning to face me. "What?"

"What do you want me to call you? Obviously I'm not going to call you the Asset. Do you want Bucky, or-"

"James." He said, starting to walk again.

"Okay. It's nice to meet you, James. I'm Olivia."

"I know." He said, stopping for a moment to wait for a car to pass, turning back to me. "My...handler told me."

"Rumlow." I said his name like a curse. "Is he dead too?" I asked, following him across the street.

"I...don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I couldn't find him."

"Great. So the asshole that raped me repeatedly for a week and a half could be out there still. That's just freaking fantastic."

I nearly ran into James' back as he stopped suddenly. "I won't let him touch you. I won't touch you. No one's going to touch you, as long as you stay with me." He said, looking at me over his shoulder. "You can leave. Escape on your own, but they'll find you eventually."

"Then what's your plan? How are you getting away from them?"

I was met with silence as he kept walking.

"How come you don't want to find Steve?" I asked after a moment.

James didn't answer as he stopped walking. He stood there for a moment, staring ahead.

"I mean, it would be the most logical. He could help you. You could get some of your memories back."

He didn't answer me, just started walking again, the scenery around us changing before we were standing on a pier. I quickly forgot what I was saying, staring up at the sight in front of me. Oh no. This was not happening.

"We need to leave the country." James said, walking down the pier.

"By cargo ship?"

"It's the least conspicuous way. It's been a long time since I've been on a plane, but I highly doubt we'd get very far."

"I don't think you could get in the airport." I said, eyeing his metal arm. "Much less through security."

"Just stay close to me, and keep your head down." He said, tugging my hood over my beanie.

I followed him down to the cargo ship where some crew were loading containers on board. James walked right up to one of the crew, speaking to him in a different language. I stayed slightly behind him, keeping my eyes on the pier. They conversed back and forth until they shook hands, James leading me towards the rope ladder attached to the side. I stared up to the top, feeling a million times smaller than I actually was.

"I'm right behind you." James whispered in my ear before nudging me forward.

I took it one step at a time, not looking at anything but the rope right in front of my face. I was shaking my the time I got to the top, nearly throwing myself to the deck, getting a few looks from the crew. James hopped on deck beside me before leading me towards the back of the ship where a small door was. James pulled it open, nodding for me to go first.

It was small, but not nearly as bad as I'd imagined. A twin sized bed was against one wall, a small table and a chair against the other. There was a second door which had a shower inside it. James closed the door behind him, locking it. I felt slightly claustrophobic then, being locked in such a small room with him.

"Crew said sixteen days to Italy." He said, putting his bag down on the chair.

"Where are we going from there?" I asked, sitting down on the bed, hugging my backpack to my chest. The mattress was thin, but still slightly comforting.

"A safe house in Romania."