Runaway

Chapter 27

From this point on, this story will be written in third person p.o.v. I've found that it's easier for me to write in the third person than it is in the first. I will be going back and reverting the previous chapters to third person once I finish the story.

Three months passed and the group was still on the run. The fact that Bucky was safe in Wakanda was the only thing keeping Rebekah sane as they bounced from country to country, city to city, all across Europe. Rebekah walks into the abandoned house they had found on the outskirts of Tuscany, finding everyone inside, well, almost everyone.

"Where's Rider?" She asks, sitting at the old table and dumping the groceries she had just gotten on the surface, sorting them out before she puts them away. 

"We were hoping he was with you." Steve tells her. Rebekah looks up from the groceries and raises a brow. 

"You don't know where he is?" She questions, trying to keep herself from panicking as she looks to each occupant of the room. "None of you?" 

"He went out not long after you did." Natasha tells her. "We just assumed he went to town with you."

"Son of a bitch." Rebekah mutters, turning around and walking to the door. 

"Where are you going?" Her brother asks. 

"To find the moron." She says, walking out of the door. She looks up at the sky to see that there's only about thirty minutes before it gets dark out. Thirty minutes before the curfew Steve set in place. 

"Damn you, Rider." She mutters as she sets out along the cobblestone roads of Tuscany in search of her idiot boyfriend.

Rebekah walks into the town square and searches every store that was still open, finding no signs of the boy. As she exits the bakery, Rebekah feels someone's eyes on her and casually looks around the square, not seeing anyone. She turns around and begins walking back to the house, turning down random side streets and backroads in an attempt to lose whoever was watching her. She stops in the middle of a dirt road and kneels like she's trying her shoelaces, hearing someone coming up behind her. 

Rebekah rises to her feet and turns around, sweeping the legs out from under the person and pinning them to the ground. She looks at the person under her and lets out a mix between a groan of annoyance and sigh of relief. She stands and holds her hand out, pulling Rider to his feet. 

"Where the hell were you?" She asks. 

"I was just looking around the square." He tells her with a shrug. Rebekah narrows her eyes at him. 

"No you weren't. I just went to every store in the square, you weren't in any of them."

"Okay, you caught me." He relents. "I wasn't in the square. But I'm not telling you where I was." Rebekah shrugs. 

"Fine. But we need to get back to the house before Steve freaks out." She tells him, thing his hand and beginning the walk back to the house. 

"Why did he start this curfew anyway?" Rider asks, getting another shrug in response. 

"To make sure we're all home before dark and know that none of us were found and captured, I guess. I dunno." She admits. "I don't pay attention half the time he's talking." 

"Why does that not surprise me?" He asks. Rebekah rolls her eyes playfully. She sees an older woman sitting on the side of the road at a plastic table and pulls on Rider's hand, making him look down at her. 

"That's the old woman I was telling you about!" She tells him. "She's the one that makes the homemade candy. Can we stop? Please?" Rider looks at the old woman before turning back to his girlfriend, preparing to say no because the sun is almost completely down. But when he sees Rebekah looking at him with wide green eyes and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, he can't even imagine saying no to her.