unexpected Love- Bucky fanfic

chapter 2

Alya urgently packs her bags with all the essential items needed. She can't risk being followed, this can't be ruined. She dashes out the door of her old small apartment and makes her way to the bottom floor, covering her face with her grey withered hoodie hod. Alya pushes her way through the crowds of people gathered on the streets attending their normal lives. She has already got her trip planned out and nothing will get in the way of her going to her own sisters funeral. The plane is 6 hours long, just enough time to plan an escape if anything goes wrong and this whole thing is a setup. Alya jumps onto a bus and makes sure her hood is still up. She clenches her bag ever so slightly tighter when she notices a tall man in black staring at her from outside the bus. Has she just blown everything?

"Ticket?" The bus driver asks as he approaches her.

"All I have is money," Alya mutters and then hands him a $5 note.

"Very well then," He declares and carries on with the trip to the airport. Alya darts her eyes from person to person scanning their faces, making sure that nobody is against her. Her bag is filled with spare clothes, lots of money and various foods she took from stools on her way to the bus. She relaxes and watches the scenery flow past out the window and she falls into a deep daydream. At last, the short ride is over and she slips off the bus and into the airport, carry her fake passport in hand along with money. She pays for her ticket, Economy of course. Alya waits patiently staring at everyone and everything on high alert. She cannot risk anything, this is her first time leaving New Mexico in a very long time since she left the red room. 

"Gate 11 for the plane to New York, I repeat Gate 11 for the plane to New York," Alay's head shoots up at the sound of the announcing her pane is here. She grabs her bag and steadily makes her way to the gate. Once she gives them her ticket and passport she goes onto the plane and gets into her seat. Surrounded by strangers in a small space in the sky worries her, nothing some music can't fix. Just before the plane takes off a tall man with dark hair takes the seat next to her. All Alya does is carry on listening to music and looking out the window, not paying attention to anyone. After a few hours, she goes to the toilet and stares in the mirror.

"What have I done? I should have never left," She whispers dabbing her face with cold water and fixing up her hair, before putting her hood back on and making her way to her seat. She doesn't make eye contact with anyone and just focuses on getting to her seat.  The plane ride is finally over and she dashes of the plane avoiding everyone and pushes through the crowds of people. 

"Hi! I have missed you," A mum says to her kid. If only Alya could have a family like that. She stops staring and makes her way to a hotel that she pays for and scurries her way to her room. It is Friday, the funeral is tomorrow. Alya decides to go to bed and forget about everything.

"Alya!" Natasha screams as she is being taken away from her. 

"Natasha!" Alya shouts back, being hold back by some people. her vision is blurry and she feels her eyes over flowing with tears. Her head starts to pound and she wakes up. Alya throws her body straight up into a sitting position and runs to the bathroom and grabs some cold water and chugs it. Alya looks into the mirror panting, looking at her scared shaking face. The time reads 3:05 am, sleeping isn't working and she doesn't seem tired after the flash back, so she hops into the shower. Alya sits there the cold water flowing through out her hair. She looks down at her hand and see they are covered in blood for a second and then, it is back to normal. Many innocent peoples lives blood are on her hands. 

The guilt is overwhelming and she goes back to bed and stares at the ceiling until sleep over comes her. She wakes up and stretches trying to feel alive once again and not tired. Today is the day of the funeral, all she feels is sadness and guilt. She could have visited or spoken to her at least once before she was pulled away from reach. Alya looks into the mirror staring at every detail on her face. She doesn't eat break fast, so she starts to get ready. Alya puts on some of her spare clothes, black leggings a crop top and a grey hoodie. She makes her way into town and picks up some drug store make up and slides it into her pocket. She isn't wasting money on make up when she can just take it.