Shit just got real intense real quick.

DarylDixon'sLover: Things will be alright in the end, but on the path there, I can't say that much. And I don't know what I'm doing about Zemo yet. I don't know really what I'm doing for Civil War yet.

Cassouminette: I kind of wonder the same thing. Stockholm Syndrome is a real possibility...but not quite in my story. And yes, he's only the greatest. (That was sarcasm)

Tiphanie: Yup. They were the trigger words. They thought things were okay, but guess what? The author is evil and they're not okay. And they won't be for a while. Because I'm evil. And that would be an interesting thing to see, how Steve and Sam would react to finding her. But I've got a plan, and I'm gonna stick to it.

Lesliezin: It's okay. Other people have lives too. I get that much. Don't feel bad for not reviewing. That's an interesting theory, though. And yes, Cap hurry! Find them!

Azure83: Thank you! And yes, that would be ideal if Steve and Sam found them right away, but I'm not an ideal person. I'm evil. Muahahaha.

Enjoy!

James didn't say anything else on our hike to civilization. But I could see the tension in his shoulders. The way he carried himself. I didn't say anything either, knowing I had messed up. So I just tried to keep up, and not fall. I knew I was going to have a bruise around my neck from where he'd choked me, meaning I'd have to figure out a way to hide it. Otherwise, people might get the wrong idea. Or they figure it out and we get caught. Neither would be good.

We finally made it to civilization, James finding us an abandoned restaurant to camp in. There wasn't any food left that was good in the fridge, or on the shelves. Most of it had gone bad weeks ago, which was horrible because I was starving. I sighed, setting up my makeshift bed in a corner, using my sweatshirt to lay on, and my backpack as a pillow. I knew he was only stopping for me. If it had just been him, he would have kept going. I could at least be grateful for that.

"Stay here." He said, pulling open the back door before leaving.

I couldn't fall asleep, but if you would have asked me, I would have said I was in a nightmare. Some horrible, twisted vision my subconscious created. But the worst part was...it was really happening.

I had spaced out, staring at the wall as I waited for James to come back. I was lost in thought, and if I had actually been paying attention, I could have avoided the situation entirely. I didn't even notice they had entered, until a glove covered hand slapped down on my face, covering my mouth. I screamed, struggling as I was pulled on my back, a knee pressing into my stomach.

"Yeah, it's them." The man holding me said. "And she's just as pretty as he described."

I nearly vomited as his free hand ran down my side, his knee moving so he could lift my shirt.

"What are you doing?" The second man asked.

"I'm gonna have some fun with her. He said she was a good one. You should relax. You wouldn't be so uptight if you got laid every once in awhile."

I fought, tears springing up in my eyes as his hand grabbed at my chest. I groaned as he manhandled me, being none too gentle. I was reaching to my backpack, the knife James had given me was in the front pocket, but he seemed to know what I was doing, and grabbed my wrist in his hand.

"There'll be none of that. The better you behave, the quicker I can kill you." I panicked even more then, kicking at him. "Feisty little thing, aren't ya?" He leaned his arm across my sore chest, his elbow digging into my shoulder as he nearly tore my pants, slipping his hand in between my legs.

I screamed against his hand before getting an idea. I bit down, making him cry out. He reached down as I opened my mouth to scream, punching me in the face. I laid there dazed for a moment, blood pooling in my mouth, gushing out of my nose. There were two of him as he kneeled on my stomach again, unbuckling his pants. I tried to hit him, scratch at him, but I felt like i was moving in slow motion.

"Hey, will you pass me the-" He turned to ask his partner, but stopped when his partner was nowhere to be seen. "Shit." He breathed, climbing off of me. "We'll have to do this without the fun part first." He said, pulling a gun from his belt, pointing it at me. "Sorry sweetheart."

He was grabbed from behind as the shot went off, hitting the wall right above where I was laying. I seemed to snap out of the daze I'd been in when he hit me as I watched James practically throw him across the room. James pulled out his gun, shooting the man straight in between the eyes. I watched, wide eyed and terrified. I felt like I was going to pass out as James turned back to me.

"Get up. There's more coming."

I couldn't move though. I felt disgusting. My adrenaline was still pumping, fear rocking through my veins as I processed what had just happened. What had almost happened.

Apparently I was taking too long, because James pulled me to my feet, wrapping my sweatshirt around me before grabbing my backpack and his. He wrapped my arm around his waist, yanking my hood over my head.

"Keep your head down and move quickly." He said, keeping his right hand on my head.

My nose was still bleeding, the blood dripping down my front. I felt sick, like I was going to puke, but James kept dragging me, moving us through the streets. He saw a car parked in front of us, so he checked the area before leaning me against the hood. He picked the lock, opening the driver's side door before reaching in and hotwiring it.

"Get in." He said, tossing our stuff in the back.

I limped to the passenger seat, not even having the door shut before he was tearing away from the city, speeding down the desolate road. My breaths were shaky as I tried to calm myself down, but the tears and blood were still flowing. My stomach was in knots, and I felt like I was going to puke. A hand grabbed the back of my head, pushing it down between my knees.

"Breathe." James said, keeping his hand on the back of my head. It was a strange comfort to me.

"Who were they?" I asked, trying to keep myself from vomiting.

"Hitmen. They must have seen us when we got into town. They went after me at the store."

I knew he wanted to place blame on me. It was my fault they'd come after us. I had told them where we were heading because I somehow had a map of Eastern Europe memorized and knew exactly what our plan was and had told them ahead of time. And it was my fault I almost got raped and murdered. It was my fault why I was near passing out in the passenger seat of a stolen car, speeding down a desolate highway in Hungary.

"Why did you save me?" I asked, gripping the car seat tightly in my hands.

He didn't say anything. If he thought it was my fault, then why did he bother saving me. He'd killed for me. He shot the man who was going to rape me, then murder me, right in the head. Point blank. No emotion whatsoever. I felt bile rise in my throat and I suddenly found my stomach emptying itself onto my shoes and the floor of the car. There wasn't much to it since I had eaten very little.

"We're only a few miles from the next town." James said, releasing my head.

My breathing was still ragged, my nose plugged with blood, so I couldn't smell the vomit. My face hurt, and my stomach and I felt like I was going to pass out as I watched the scenery fly by.

I wasn't sure entirely when we got to the next town, but my body jerked slightly as James came to a stop outside an abandoned-looking building.

"Stay here." James said, climbing out of the car. "If you see anyone, scream."

I couldn't even nod before he left, going into the building. I sat there, waiting for him to come back out, counting the seconds by as I tried not to puke again. My face was now throbbing, a deep ache settled in my stomach. I was sure if I could cry anymore, I would be. I had almost been raped. Again. The man had touched me. Manhandled me like a piece of meat. Like I was nothing. Because I was nothing. I was a weak little girl, too curious for her own good, on the run with a brooding, dangerous assassin. My chest cried out in protest as I opened the door, spitting up stomach acid into the street.

The car door opened and I jolted, turning around so fast my vision went dark for a moment. I had to steady myself, and by that time James was pulling me from the car, shoving my bag into my arms. He dragged me up the stairs and into the building, passing by door after door before he came to one that was open, pushing me inside.

There was a small kitchen, and a table and chairs in the corner, along with a moth-eaten couch. James closed the door, the sound echoing in my ears. I stumbled over to the couch, plopping down on it as exhaustion swept over me.

"Hey." James slapped my cheeks lightly, trying to bring me back. He was sitting in a chair in front of me, his jacket gone. "Stay with me. I gotta reset your nose."

He didn't give me any warning as he shoved a piece of fabric in my mouth, before there was a crunch and pain shot through my head and into my brain. I screamed around the gag as blood poured from my nose again. James caught it with another piece of fabric, shoving a couple strips of toilet paper up my nostrils. He turned away, grabbing a bag of something before handing it to me. Ice. When did he get that?

"When you were asleep." I was asleep? When had I fallen asleep? And did I ask that out loud? I was losing it. "We'll be safe here for tonight. Stay here and don't move. I have go clean the vomit out of the car." He said, getting up and leaving me on the couch.

I looked around the room, not seeing his stuff anywhere. Was he going to leave me? Here, like this? Now? Was I on my own, injured and defenseless in a foreign country?