So this happened. Not really all that exciting, but it's something.

DarylDixon'sLover: They will eventually.

Azure83: Thanks hon! I actually enjoy getting into Bucky's head. At least, at this state, he's really easy for me to write. And Steve's not gonna give up looking for his best friend.

Guest: I can totally see that. But sadly, that's not the case.

Guest: I know! Yay Steve is back! For a second!

Tiphanie: I've actually been going easy on her, as twisted as that sounds. Though, things are gonna get dark soon. Very, very dark. And Cap and his booty were here for a second, but don't expect them too much. He's gonna have other things to worry about soon.

Farbeyondthegrave: Steve's there for a moment, but sadly not for long. He'll find them eventually.

Enjoy!

It was well into the evening, the sun almost setting. I was still stumbling behind James, and I could tell he was getting annoyed. Especially when I fell for the hundredth time, my foot catching on a root. I had half a mind not to get up. Just to lay there and die. My head was pounding, my stomach hurt, and I was tired and sore. I really wanted to give up, but the hand that grabbed my backpack, hauling me to my feet said otherwise.

"We're almost there." James said.

"How much longer?" I whined, my feet nearly dragging behind me as James pulled me along behind him.

"Three miles at the most."

Well, it was close. But it didn't seem like it. The last three miles stretched on and on, and I nearly cried when I saw the back of the first building.

I fell to my hands and feet in the cobblestone alleyway, whimpering as the beat up joints hit the stone. I might have actually been crying. I wasn't quite sure at that point. James grabbed me, pulling my arm around his shoulder as he dragged me through the alleys, looking for somewhere we could stay. I would have been fine sleeping on the street that night, just as long as I could sit down and rest.

James found a small motel outside the city, and I nearly cried with relief when he dropped me in a chair out front. He went in and was gone for a few minutes before he came back, helping me to the door of the room he'd rented. I steadied myself on a wall, my legs shaking as he scouted the room, checking for possible wires, cameras, anything. It would have seemed paranoid to someone else, but I was getting used to it. We were on the run, and I knew he was taking a big risk staying in a motel for the night. But I also knew he was doing it for me.

"We're clear." He said from the bathroom.

I finally found it in me to drop my backpack, stumbling to the nearest bed before falling face first on it. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep for a while, because the next thing I knew, James was shaking my shoulder, telling me to wake up.

"W-what?" I yawned, wincing as I put pressure on my hands to lift myself into a sitting position.

"Go take a shower. You'll feel better." He said before leaving my side, digging through the backpack he'd set on the other bed.

I got up, grabbing clothes from my backpack before limping to the bathroom. It was still steamy and warm, meaning James must have just gotten out. I blinked, staring at the faucet for a moment, my sleep hazed brain not quite comprehending anything yet. We'd hiked all day through the wilderness, crossed the border into another country, I'd fallen probably 150 times, and James was probably upset that I'd held him back. Great.

I finally turned on the faucet, stripping out of my sweaty, dirt covered clothes. My hands were scraped up, several splinters sticking out of the skin. My knees were cut, some of them still bleeding. My feet were blistered and raw and I wasn't sure how much longer my legs could hold me up.

I climbed under the water, nearly singing at how wonderful it felt. I wasn't sure how long I just stood there, soaking in the water, but it had to be a long time. I was surprised James hadn't knocked on the door yet, to see if i was still breathing. I shampooed my hair, and used half a bar of soap on my skin before picking the splinters out of my hands. I hoped James could find a car to steel, because I wasn't walking anywhere for a while.

I dried myself off, a little sad to get out of the shower. It felt so wonderful to be clean. It was almost like a small comfort now. A hot shower and a real bed. Things I'd taken for granted for a long time. James was laying on the bed I'd first fell on when I left the bathroom. I set my dirty clothes by my backpack before towelling my hair dry. I could feel James watching me as I braided the wet strands to keep it out of my face. I brushed my teeth, another thing I was grateful to do before turning back around and heading to the bed.

I sat down on the edge, my back to James as I used the lotion in the room to try and give my skin some relief, especially my feet. I turned when something landed next to me on the bed. A first aid kit. I turned around completely, James not looking like he had moved, except his eyes were on the wall in front of him.

"We're leaving early." He said finally as I dug through the first aid kit. "Get some rest."

He turned on his side, facing the door. I stared at his back for a moment before cleaning my cuts with an antiseptic wipe, before bandaging all I could. I curled up in the sheets, my back to James. I knew something was bothering him, but I was too afraid to ask.

I woke up to the smell of something wonderful. My stomach growled as I stretched, turning over to see James packing some things in his backpack.

"Get up. We'll eat on the road." He said, not bothering to look at me.

I got up, limping to the bathroom before pulling on my shoes. I was rather hesitant to do it, after spending an entire day in them, but I didn't have much of a choice. At least I'd bandaged my blisters. I packed up my bag, following James out to a stolen car. At least we didn't have to walk anymore.

He dropped a bag of something in my lap when I climbed in the passenger side. I looked at him, but he was pulling out of the motel parking lot. I wasn't sure what the item in the bag was, but it tasted delicious. It was real food, and I wasn't about to complain about that.

We drove well into the day, James stopping once to fuel up and grab food for me before we continued on. I knew he was trying to get through Slovenia as quickly as possible, which would go faster if he used main roads, but I understood the danger there. I was just glad we were in a car this time. But I knew that was quickly going to change, as we had to sneak into Hungary as well. Which meant more walking.

James was quiet for most of the trip, and I could almost hear him stewing again. Something was bugging him, but I wasn't going to ask. I didn't want to risk accidentally setting him off and getting myself killed. So I curled up in the passenger seat, trying to mentally prepare myself for more walking.

James didn't mean to be so brooding. But his memories were still assaulting him. Mostly things from when he was still with HYDRA. His body count was rising, and it wasn't something he was proud of. He'd rather not remember them. So when Olivia had fallen for the hundredth time on their excursion through the Slovenian wilderness, he'd nearly lost it. He turned, watching her as she laid there. She was probably thinking it was best to just stay there and die. But he didn't drag her along this far to just leave her. So he pulled her up by her backpack, setting her back on her feet.

"We're almost there." He said, his trained ears already picking up the sounds of cars.

She asked how far, and so he told her, estimating the distance. He hadn't payed that much attention to how close they were, mainly using his ears as his guide. And even he was glad when they broke through the trees. He'd learned to do things without complaining, without questioning, so it wasn't hard for him. But Olivia wasn't trained like that. She hadn't been brainwashed by HYDRA and turned into a solider. So when she fell to her hands and knees, he couldn't help but wince slightly. She was crying, exhaustion or relief, or maybe both, he wasn't sure.

He grabbed her, pulling her up, not wanting to make a scene. She didn't fight him as he practically dragged her through the alleyways, looking for somewhere they could stay. He knew the street wasn't an option, and the quietly crying girl on his shoulder wouldn't have gone for an abandoned building. So he went on until he saw a small, mostly vacant motel on the outskirts of town. It was risky, but it would have to do, if they were going to continue on.

He dropped her in a chair before going inside to book a room. He wasn't quite sure how he knew all these languages, but it was coming in handy. HYDRA had probably programmed them in his head, and now all it took was a small thought and he could speak just about anything. He didn't see, or feel any threats as he led Olivia to their room, but he couldn't help but check for any kind of tracking device, wires, cameras. Anything.

Olivia stood watching him, not saying a word as he went through his routine, finishing in the bathroom. He told her it was okay and he heard her fall on one of the beds. He left the bathroom to grab a change of clothes, and she was already asleep. So he left her, taking a shower so she could get just a little rest before he woke her up.

She was groggy as she stumbled to the shower. He could smell the blood and knew her knees had to be cut up. He moved to the bed she had previously occupied, feeling better being closer to the door. He could protect her better from that vantage point, than behind her.

She stayed in the shower for a long time, and he let her. He'd been hard pressed to make it before dark, and so he'd pushed her. He was nervous they were going to get caught, so he drove hard. He knew HYDRA would put out a kill order. They were beyond trying to catch him. It had been too long. They could wipe him again, but even that was iffy if it would work. His memories had started coming back, and they were coming on strong. And now they could have every assassin, mercenary, contract killer, hitman on their tale, looking for them. He'd have to be extra careful now. He just had to get to Bucharest. They'd be safe there. At least for a while.