This one just kinda came out of the blue, but I like it. I hope you do too!

DarylDixon'sLover: They will. Eventually.

sallydanz13: Don't worry about it, hon. I'll take any review I can get, but I don't expect one every chapter. Some chapters there's just nothing to say. But I'm glad you love it anyways!

Tiphanie: Yeah, I kinda freaked everyone out there for a moment. I actually had it not be one in the first version, but that got a little too weird, so I just changed it. Made it easier on them. I'll be putting a lot more of Bucky's POV in because I'm starting to love it. I'm usually horrible at other character's POV's, but Bucky's is super easy for me to write. So I'm going to keep slipping it in every once in a while. Or once every chapter, at this rate. And yes, Olivia is getting better physically. There's still a lot mentally that needs to heal. For both of them. I get loopy when I'm sick. Which doesn't happen often anymore, but when I do, it hits hard. I thought about making her loopy, but it didn't quite work out like I planned. So you got delirious Olivia instead. And yes, they're going to Romania. And they'll get there in a couple chapters.

Enjoy!

My body still ached from the fever as James and I got out of the car. My head hurt, and I still had a runny nose and a bit of a cough, but I knew we couldn't afford to dally any longer. So I sucked it up and put on my big girl panties. James had made sure I'd eaten and gotten plenty to drink before we made it to the border. I knew the last thing he wanted was to for me to fall behind because I wasn't strong enough. And I was determined to be strong.

I followed him out into the wilderness, packing my backpack with me. He'd switched out to a backpack as well, one of those giant camping ones you see in outdoor commercials. I knew he was strong, but I also felt a little bad for carrying so little. But he didn't say anything as he trudged through the woods, breaking trail for me. I had about four water bottles on my person, and I knew James had about six more. He said it would be about a day's hike until we saw civilization again. Something I was not looking forward to.

He stayed mostly silent on our journey, lost in his thoughts. I could practically hear him stewing in his own head, lost in thought and memory. I, on the other hand, was trying to remember how to breathe. Navigating the woods on the tail end of a cold was not fun. I was practically wheezing, and we were only an hour in.

James stopped and turned back to me, waiting for me to climb over a log. I was doing okay, until I got lightheaded at the top and fell the two feet to the dirt. I groaned, my face burning slightly as I got back to my feet. I brushed my clothes off, looking back up at him. He had a hard look in his eyes as he waited for me. I kept my head down, following behind him. I was not cut out for this hiking thing. Much less without a trail. Or a guide that had a map or a compass. I had to trust that he knew completely where we were going.

We finally stopped about five hours in for a lunch break. I collapsed to the ground under a tree, not even bothering to take my backpack off. My cough tore through my chest, making me wince as I drank some water. James tossed a protein bar at me, nearly hitting me in the face. He was sitting a ways away from me on a log, digging through the bag. Something seemed off about him, but I didn't push him. Maybe he was upset at me for lagging behind. For slowing him down. Maybe I should have run on my own.

James was tired. His brain was haywire today, for whatever reason. Maybe it was the stress, or the fact his nerves were on edge, but he couldn't get his mind to stop reeling. Memories were floating around his consciousness, not quite staying long enough to figure out what they meant before the next one came. He had to remind himself to slow down, wait for Olivia to catch up.

He'd taken every precaution, packing protein bars and nuts, as well as plenty of water. They had ten bottles between them, and he could go with very little. It was mostly for her. She still had an edge to her cold, and she wasn' quite one hundred percent yet. He especially noticed when he had to stop a second time only an hour in. He could hear her wheezing behind him, and he stopped, turning to watch her climb over the log. It had been an easy jump for him, but she was struggling, her body giving out at the top and she fell back to the ground. It wasn't far, but he could see the embarrassment on her face. He thought he should help her, but she got up, dusting herself off before continuing. She was determined. More so than he thought.

He stopped after a few hours, Olivia sinking to the ground, backpack and all. He'd been suffering a horrible memory of his time with HYDRA, and needed a moment to think. He reached into the bag, pulling out a protein bar before tossing it to Olivia, not really paying attention to where it went. He was busy digging around in his bag, checking to make sure all the weapons were still there, and the supplies they'd need if they got caught out here at night. Which at this pace, that would be the case. He knew he could just carry her for a while, pick up some lost time, but he doubted she'd agree. She was still wary of him, scared. He'd seen it on her face in the abandoned house in Italy. When she'd woken up, the terror that had covered her features, scared he'd touched her in her fever induced delirium. Scared he'd taken advantage of her. It made him mad that she had to suffer like that.

He zipped the bag back up, slinging it over his back. He waited for her to get back up, struggling slightly, but they had to move. They were out in the open here, and he had a weak link. He kept silent, and he was grateful she did as well as they continued on, heading in the direction he knew the nearest town was. He'd studied the map so many times in their abandoned motel room it made him slightly nauseous to think about it. He knew it like the back of his hand. And he was determined to get through the day without losing something. Or someone.

I struggled to keep up with James, his long strides and agile movements making me look like a newborn giraffe. I was getting tired, my feet hurt and I was starving. Protein bars only offered so much sustenance. I wanted real food. Like chicken noodle soup, and a hot bath, and a real bed. I didn't want to be out in the middle of the forest, on the run with a brooding assassin. I didn't want to be in the woods with an assassin period. What if he was going to kill me? What if he had a flashback and turned on me. I couldn't run, not even when I was healthy. I was no match for him. I guess I would just have to accept my fate. Death in the middle of the forest in Europe where no one would know I was missing, and no one would find me.

Except I was wrong.

"Why are we here?" Sam asked Steve as they walked up to the house.

"When I went to see Alexander Pierce, right before I became SHIELD's most wanted there was a girl there. Rumlow was leading her from his office." Steve stopped, pushing the front door the rest of the way open.

There was broken glass everywhere, the house looking trashed. Pictures had been shot off the wall, littering the floor. The fridge doors were open in the kitchen, the smell of spoiled milk hitting both of them as it had dried on the floor where it fell. There was no one in the house that Steve could tell. He made his way down the hallways, Sam following him closely. He turned at an open door, entering the bedroom.

The walls were lavender, a white and purple comforter on the bed, rumpled like someone had jumped on it. There were clothes pulled out of the dresser, some hanging on the open drawers, others strewn across the floor.

"Pierce only spoke of one daughter, but there were two pictures on his desk. One was her. The girl I saw."

"And you think she might be HYDRA?" Sam asked, picking a picture up off the floor. Two blonde girls stared back at him, both smiling and looking happy.

"No. You didn't see the look on her face. She was terrified." Steve sighed, picking up the stuffed bear on her dresser. "She pleaded with me for help, but I didn't. I kept walking."

"Do you think she knew?"

"It's possible."

"It's a lost cause, man." Sam sighed, shaking his head. "If she knew, or even if she didn't, HYDRA has her. Or she's dead."

"But there's still a chance." Steve was refusing to give up hope. "What if she knew Bucky? What if she knows where he is? There's a chance that if we find her, we can find Bucky."