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A/N: Hey! So here's another chapter, of course blessed by Mjolnir! *hugs Mjolnir which Thor is holding*

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As soon as I finished working on Bucky's arm (after around 5 shocks), I blew back a stray strand of hair, beginning to pack all the stuff I used back into its place.

"Charlotte," Steve said. I quickly looked up.

"Thank you. For fixing his arm."

I smiled, actually smiled, softly.

"Let's just say it's the start of my redemption," I finally replied as I picked up the toolbox.

"Don't do that to yourself," Steve warned playfully. I could hear the feeling in his voice, but I knew he meant well.

Then, I turned my head and gave my trademark smirk.

Little did I know Bucky was watching the whole exchange.

After our incident in the park, we couldn't go out, as the news we currently going crazy over some girl who managed to take down several officers. Huh. Fun description. A first, definitely.

Bucky was ignoring me again, basically pretending like I'm a ghost. If I accidentally touched him, he would look at me as if I'd just shot at him. Would I say something, he would basically flinch.

He was definitely hating me for beating the shit out of him back then.

I remember what happened well.

I had been on the run for 2 weeks now. I'd made it just outside of the border of Ukraine, and I'd forged myself a new identity. I was now known as 'Anya Beralos.' My hair was now usually far up, I had a darker skin tone and was distinctively unrecognisable with my disguise.

Of course, I figured HYDRA would eventually track me down, so I hacked their system before I escaped. I would always check whether anyone has been tracking me in any form of way. So far, no conclusive hits.

I kept hurrying down the street of the small town I was staying in for now, pushing my hands in my pockets even deeper. The snow was gently tumbling down, turning into brown ugly slush as I stepped in it.

Suddenly, I had the urge to check my device for any hits.

I was happy when I did.

The screen blinked a few times, showing my tracker's location right now. Pretty ironic, huh? You're the one being tracked yet you're tracking whoever's tracking you.

The information on the screen zoomed past me, revealing the Winter Soldier's file. It was him with his dumb mask on, and I couldn't make anything out of that. I guess I'd just watch for some guy with long brown hair and a metal arm.

I checked the time to see it was 10 PM already. I cursed, not meaning to stay out so late. But the library's intel is a lot to get through if I wanna know anything.

Suddenly, my assassin mode kicked in and I stopped, cautiously listening.

Someone was following me.

My tracker.

He obviously wasn't doing a great job, considering I just found out he got me. I began walking faster, taking several twists and turns down small alleys to desperately confuse my perpetrator. I knew it was hopeless, but hey, worth a try!

I could hear the footsteps behind me get louder, and in a flash I stopped and turned, grabbing the Winter Soldier's arm.

He gave something that seemed like a feral growl before he pulled out his sharp hunting knife. I glared in response, beginning to fend him off by hand-to-hand combat. Our kicks and punches were a perfect rhythm, as if we were dancing.

As I was caught off-guard, which I hate when happens, he got a gash into my forehead. I cursed in Russian, shoving him back for that. I took a few heaving breaths, wiping the blood and sweat beading on my forehead.

"Do you remember me?" I breathed, my breath making a small puff in the cool air.

He tilted his head, getting angry at my stupid remark.

It kept going, him repeatedly trying to hit me. I smirked my trademark crazed smirk.

"So you don't remember me."

I focused intently, ruthlessly twisting his metal arm back. He screamed in terror.

That's when I lost it. Whenever my victim screamed, it gave me such a rush.

I threw several spikes at him, all cutting deep gashes into his legs, face and flesh arm. Following that, I stepped and hit my heel into his ankle, hearing a blood-curdling crunch.

Another scream of agony. I knocked him down in a tackle pinning him down. Several breaths were shared, with me still glaring at him.

"Cheaters win."

I jolted out of my trance, seeing Steve give me a questioning look.

"Charlotte, are you okay?"

I quickly shook my head, before amending it to a wordless nod.

"Come on," he said. "We're getting an early night's sleep."

"Why?"

"Because we're going to a safe house," he continued, a look of annoyance on his face somehow etched into his normal-looking features. "Stark's house, in fact."

"Wait, Tony Stark? Seriously?"

He nodded mutely. I could feel that Steve probably didn't like Tony's rowdy personality much.

"Okay. What time?"

"Tomorrow morning. 9.30. Be ready."

I quickly gave a smirk, before pulling out the blanket I've been using previously.

"Okay. Just so you know, I have hardly anything to pack, except PJs and my normal outfit."

He smiled at me, genuinely smiled. He looked so relaxed when he smiled.

"We'll fix that."

Just so you know, I still had hardly any sleep that night. Let's just say I stuffed a pillow in my mouth so I wouldn't wake Steve and Bucky with my screams that just had to return to me again.

The next morning, Steve threw a duffel bag at me, also tossing my clothes at me.

"Gee, thanks," I remarked.

He gave a curt nod. I could tell Tony gets on his nerves, otherwise he wouldn't act like this.

I carefully stuffed my small amount of clothes into the pretty tiny duffel bag, zipping it up neatly. It's been long since I've travelled. I don't know when I've actually travelled for fun and wasn't running for my life or on a mission. It felt rather nice.

Steve, Bucky and I piled in our 'borrowed' car after 5 minutes of packing. I have to admit, none of us actually had a lot of luggage. It was sort of funny.

In 15 minutes, tops, we'd weaved our way through the morning traffic, finally getting to the hangar where we were supposed to meet our plane.

"I don't get it," I muttered. "Why not just make us go to an airport?"

"Because you'll be travelling by private jet," a loud voice announced in front of us.

A private jet?!

"Is he kidding?"

Steve shook his head, a small grin appearing on his face.

My jaw dropped in amazement. Then, I quickly hinged my jaw back together, my eyes still wide open.

We stepped on the exquisite plane, some guy in a suit whisking our bags away. The inside of the plane was absolutely beautiful, everything luxuriously decorated in a modern style. Whoever chose to furnish this place had good taste.

I began going towards Steve, but seeing Bucky was there and they'd most likely both ignore me, I chose to go into the far, secluded corner of the space, having a seat on one of the leather chairs.

As I opened the book I began reading before we left, I noticed that I felt something in my chest. It felt like... pain? Ugh. I hated feeling. I stopped doing it since I was taken by HYDRA, but for some reason my emotions are coming back. I internally groaned.

The book had gotten rather interesting, and I began myself getting sucked back into the plot.

Little did I know not just Steve, but also Bucky were watching me from where they were sitting.

Alright! Another chapter down, where we see a bit of TWS chasing Charlotte in her past! Yay! Or nay.

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