Oooh, things are going to get interesting...

Brittney-xx: Aww thanks hon!

DarylDixon'sLover: They'll run into Rumlow eventually. Not for a while, though.

Guest: It's going to get pretty dark again, and not just for Olivia and Bucky. And, I don't try to romanticize or support rape, but I know what it feels like. My therapist told me to write my feelings down before I explode, and thus this story was born. I know a lot of authors won't write rape or even touch it with a mile long pole because it is a serious, horrible thing, but it does happen, and ignoring the problem won't make it go away. Sorry if I got a little preachy there. It's a big thing for me to be able to write it.

Tiphanie: Yeah, Olivia is suffering, but not as much as she's about to because I'm evil. And don't worry, Cap and his booty are coming back. For a short time.

Enjoy!

James pulled the car over, driving slightly down a dirt path, hiding us from sight. He put the car in park before getting out, heading to the back to grab something out of his bag. My heart was pounding, wondering if he was going to kill me now. Dump my body here and then head on his way. He climbed back in the driver's side, tossing it at me. It was a blanket.

"We're sleeping here tonight. Cross into Hungary tomorrow."

"That means more walking, doesn't it?" I asked as I wrapped the blanket around me the best I could.

"Yes. But we have to be careful. It's not just HYDRA after us anymore." He was silent for a moment. "I'm going to keep you as safe as I can. But I need you to try as hard as you can to keep up."

"I know. And I man. I just...I don't do this kind of stuff."

"You're not a soldier."

"I'm just a normal human, who happened to have the world's shittiest dad." I shook my head. "I just wish I could have watched him die."

James didn't tell her he'd been the one to do it. He'd gone back after he'd pulled Steve from the river. He'd remembered the man who'd been responsible for his torture, his suffering. He didn't know he'd been Olivia's father at that point. Otherwise he would have tortured him longer.

He'd found Pierce stumbling away from the rubble, injured. He'd been shot, and was bleeding in several places. James hadn't been kind, shoving the injured handler in the back of an SUV before driving away to the bank. He'd tortured him there, killing him slowly, watching him bleed out before choking the life out of him at the last moment, watching as the life faded from his eyes. He almost felt bad afterwards, after he'd told himself he wasn't going to kill anymore. But when he remembered Olivia, remembered Pierce was her father, the guilt was gone. He was almost ashamed at himself, that he didn't drag his death out longer. He'd died too quickly.

Olivia slept through the night. He knew he wouldn't sleep out in the open like that. So he sat, watching over her protectively, like some dark guardian angel, .45 in hand. He was ready to shoot whoever tried to harm Olivia. He may have said he wasn't going to kill anymore, but if anyone harmed Olivia, he wasn't sure he could keep that promise.

We were hiking again. We'd ditched the car at the border, heading out into the wilderness. My feet still ached, but I wasn't going to complain anymore, at least not out loud. James was already doing so much for me, just keeping me alive being one thing, I hated being a burden. I wanted to prove I could hold my own. Keep up with him. Though, that was quickly changing the further we went.

We finally stopped for lunch in a relatively clear area. I sat down on a log, digging through my bag to find a water bottle, and my hand brushed against a piece of paper. I pulled it out, remembering what it was. I had forgotten about it over the past couple weeks. I looked from James, to the paper and back.

"Hey, James? You speak Russian, right?"

"Yes." He said, frowning at me.

"Can you read this?" I asked, handing him the paper.

He took it staring down at the words for a moment, and then suddenly I was shoved back against a tree, a glove covered metal hand around my neck. I gasped for breath, staring into James' cold eyes.

"How do you know those words." His voice was rough, the look on his face murderous. "Do you work for them? Have you been leading them on our trail?"

"I-" I tried to speak, but he was nearly choking me to death.

He released my neck, but his arm shoved against my chest painfully, pinning me to the tree. My heart was pounding in my ears as I coughed, trying to get air back into my lungs. I was terrified as he leaned closer to my face. My vision was swimming and I felt like my chest was going to cave him with how he was pressing against it. He said he'd keep me safe, but this was obviously something a lot worse.

"I had a dream. You were carving them into my skin. I was just curious, I didn't think they meant anything." Tears were falling down my face as he pressed harder against my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

He pondered my words for a moment before he released me, my body dropping to the ground as I coughed, my chest burning. "One suspicious move, and you're on your own." He said, turning his back to me as he walked to his bag.

I got up, grabbing my backpack, zipping it up, following him, my lungs screaming. Curse me and my curious mind. Always getting myself in trouble. Maybe it would be best if I just kept my mouth shut.

James' mind was reeling. How had she known those words? The dread that had filled him when he'd seen the ones she'd translated. The close spelling to the others. Was she working with HYDRA? Was it her plan all along to turn him back, hand him over? He hadn't heard those words in a long time, but he knew them. Still, to this day he knew the power they held over him. And it made him uneasy. He didn't like the idea of anyone else having those words. He wasn't sure who else knew them, and the thought made him worried. If HYDRA knew, then anyone could use them. Turn him back, make him kill again. He didn't want that to happen.

He had seen the terror in her eyes when he'd backed her up, but he was so mad. So hurt that she could possibly betray him at any moment, he hadn't cared. He had thought he was starting to heal, starting to get better. He was remembering things, bad things, but they were something. He didn't want it to all come undone now.

He could still hear her coughing behind him as they continued their journey. He'd had half a mind to just leave her, let her find her own way. But there was a part of him, something that couldn't do that. What if what she had said was true? She had asked him if he knew Russian, meaning there was a possibility she didn't know what they had meant. Or she had wanted him to read them, see if that would turn him back? Or read them out loud? See if that would work?

He had learned that about her, that she was curious. Too curious for her own good. It was her curiosity that had gotten her in this position in the first place. And now he couldn't trust her like he did before. He had grown soft. She'd wormed her way inside his heart, and he couldn't let that happen again. If she had been with HYDRA, she could have turned on him at any moment. Still could. He had let his walls down, and it could have gotten him killed. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"Are you sure there's anything here?" Sam asked as he flipped through the computer files.

It had taken the two quite a while to break in, hacking not exactly high on Sam's skill set. But a quick phone call with Natasha had cleared it up, making it so the two could go through Pierce's files. Steve knew he had to have something there. Something about Bucky, or HYDRA, or any place they could be hiding.

"Whoa." Sam said, double clicking on a video file.

Both men watched as the camera came on, the screen dark until a door was opened, revealing the bedroom they'd just been in. They watched as a girl, Steve recognized her as Pierce's daughter, was grabbed from behind by someone they quickly realized was Bucky. She was forced down on the bed, trying to plead with the person behind the camera.

"He's not going to listen to you, sweetheart." Steve's stomach churned, dread filling him as he heard the familiar voice. "He only listens to me."

Steve's dread only grew as he listened to Rumlow talk, watching as Bucky moved so his back was to the camera. Rumlow pulled the girl up by her hair, making her look at Bucky. The terror on her face, the tears running down her cheeks made Steve's blood boil.

"That's enough." Steve said, turning away when the girl's sweatpants were ripped off by Bucky.

"Okay, what the hell?" Sam asked, rolling away from the computer in the desk chair. "What kind of father lets that happen, then keeps a copy on his computer?"

Steve didn't say anything, just stood facing the window. He'd been sick when he found out Rumlow was HYDRA, but this...this was a new level. The date had been before he'd seen her at SHIELD, and it made him wonder how long it went on before. And if it happened after too. Could he have done something? Could he have saved her then? It was all getting to be too much. And if Bucky had her, not knowing his mental state, would he do it again?

Steve turned around, facing Sam. "We need to find them. Both of them."