AN: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews. I am so glad everyone's enjoying the story and the very slow Romance between Allie and Bucky. I also want to thank everyone for reading/following, you guys are awesome! Anyway, before you continue to read, you are being WARNED! There is sexual content and slight violence in this chapter, so if you don't feel comfortable reading, please skip this chapter and everything will be recapped in the next chapter. If you do choose to continue on, happy reading!

CHAPTER 30

The car ride home was quiet, just how Allie wanted it to be. She didn't have enough patience to deal with Rumlow's snarky comments, especially when he thought her fate was doomed. However, She saw that Fury was still alive, which changed her future substantially. When the car finally arrived to it's destination, Allie quickly opened her door merged her way into the house.

"You should clean yourself up," Rumlow suggested as he followed her inside.

Allie turned her head around to face him and nodded her head in response. There was no time to argue and she knew she looked like shit, so she made her way up the stairs to her bathroom to wash her face. When she entered her bathroom, she stared at her own reflection. Her bronze hair was knotted and disarrayed. The left side of her face was covered in dried blood and dirt. She sighed as she tied her hair up in a messy bun before she washed her face. She ignored the stinging sensation on her temple as she brushed her hand across the wound with the warm water. When she was finished, she took a closer look at the cut on her head as she leaned closer to the mirror. The wound was small enough that it was hardly noticeable once the blood was cleaned off. She dressed her head before she exited out of the bathroom and entered her room. After she changed into her pajama pants and a tank top, she headed down the stairs to get a glass of water. On her way down, she detected a red-brown substance on the white tiled floor. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she realized exactly what it was. She snapped her head up at Rumlow's direction, whom sat at the kitchen table in the dark with his arm crossed against his chest.

"Who's blood is that?" she demanded as she pointed to the stained floor.

Rumlow shrugged his shoulders. "The maid or something. She saw the Asset. You know the protocol."

"Oh god," she gasped in shock and covered her gaped mouth with her hand. "Renata..." She felt a sting in her chest. Fury had it coming, she knew, but Renata? Her eyes watered as she glared at Rumlow. She slowly approached him at the kitchen table.

Rumlow rolled his eye. "Come one, Lex. This is the reason why you can't go on with this. You're so fucking emotional," he laughed at her. "What?" he asked innocently when he noticed her glaring at him and grinned at her as he motioned for her to take a seat next to him. She cautiously did so and watched his every move. "I saw you Allie."

She furrowed her eyebrows at him.

He chuckled. "Don't play innocent. I saw you. You and the Asset?" He laughed even harder. "I mean, seriously?"

She rolled her eyes as she stood up to leave, but Rumlow softly grabbed her by the hand. She stared down at his hand with confusion before she snatched her hand away.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he apologized as he stood up from the chair and advanced toward her. When she didn't move, he continued. "I get it. I really do, Lex." He said softly with understanding. "I know- I mean, I know how hard it is for you. There's no one to help you. No one to love you. There's no one to touch you," he said as he lifted his hand to caress her face. The moment she felt his hand brush the side of her cheek, chills ran down her spine and she saw what his intentions were that night. She smacked his hand away from her face as the ill feeling sank into the pit of her stomach. She glared at him with disgust. Rumlow rolled his eyes at her, "Really? It's not like we haven't fucked before."

"Get out," her voice wavered, but she held her composure.

Before she could react, Rumlow stretched out his arm and wrapped his large hand around the nape of her neck to pull her closer to him. She instinctively attempted to push him away by pressing her fists against his chest. When he didn't budge, her heart violently pounded against her chest. Frustrated by her resistance, he grabbed both of her wrists roughly and pushed her body against the edge of the kitchen table with his pelvis. She groaned in displeasure when she felt his erection pressing against her inner thigh. Next thing she knew, she was pinned against the table with Rumlow on top of her. His body felt like lead in comparison to her smaller frame. The moment she heard the sound of him undoing his zipper, she struggled harder. She flailed her legs and arms around as though her life depended on it.

"NO! Brock, please - please, please don't do this!" she begged as tears poured from her eyes. "Stop!"

He hit her on the cheek with the back of his hand before he aimed a gun only inches away from her face. She stared at the end of the barrel with wide eyes. 'There truly is a god,' she thought to herself.

"The Asset was supposed to be the one to do it, but when I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to pull the trigger," Rumlow snarled.

"Not if I pull it first." Allie, then swiftly grabbed the barrel as she moved her head to the other side and managed to get a hold of the handle as she kicked Rumlow, as hard her body could muster, in the torso. His body flew off of her as his hand involuntarily lost grip of the gun. When he landed at a safe distance, Allie aimed the gun at Rumlow before he could move.

He glared at her as he caught his breath.

"Get out," she said sternly, as she sat herself up on the table, still aiming the gun at him.

"All-"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" she screamed at him and fired a warning shot that merely missed his temple. When he left, she slowly lowered the weapon and began to hyperventilate. Her harsh breathing began to slow and turned to sobs as she remained sitting on the table, alone.