Butterflies (Bucky Barnes Daughter)

TWENTY FIVE

"Mila, Mila wake up". A slight jolt to the shoulder woke her up. Eyes blinking slowly, adjusting to the bright flames that engulfed them. Fear erupted through her, momentarily forgetting where she was. "Mila we need to get out of here," a voice said. The deafening siren she heard made her head pound. Ash and dust clouded her vision.

"Papa?" Her voice was hoarse. Her hands reached out to the cloudy figure in front of her. She felt her skin run cold starting from her fingertips throughout her body. Mila ran her fingers along the object she had bumped into. The circular blue and red shield brought her back to reality.

"Steve?" A hand wrapped around her shoulders, bringing her in.

"We need to get out of her, take the shield. I need to get Natasha," he coughed, a cloud of dust covering his face. Mila took the shield in her hands, worry coursing through her as Steve picked up Natasha's limp body. She picked up her pace, trying to keep up with Steve.

Loud sounds filled her ears, bright lights blinded her as they escaped from under the ruble. Shield in hand and Steve just a few feet ahead of her, they made their way out of the building. Mila careful to discard her footprints in the dirt.

***

The screen door to a townhouse stared her down. Mila scowled at her reflection in the door. She wanted to lung at the door until she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. Looking back Natasha gave her a tired look and shook her head.

It had been a nerve wracking few hours since the incident in New Jersey. Mila still had temporary hearing loss in her left ear from the bomb and her body was scratched and scathed. All three of them looked like a mess, dirt and dust in their hair and on their faces. Small specks of blood here and there.

The sound of fists gently striking the door pulled Mila from her cold staring. Footsteps came closer to her and she quickly whipped her back around, thinking someone was coming from behind. She turned her head back to face the door when Natasha placed her hand on Mila's head, gently turning it to face forward.

A dark skinned man slide the screen door to the side. He had a brief look of confusion written on his face. "Hey man," he said to Steve.

"I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low," Steve said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," Natasha spoke up. Mila looked up at her, hurt in her eyes. The man looked back and forth between Steve and Nat, then finally looking down at Mila. She gave him a small awkward smile.

"Not everyone". He then stepped out of the way of the door, allowing the three to walk in. He double checked they weren't followed before closing the door and pulling the blinds down.

Mila heisted before walking forward. She didn't know who this man was and she was a bit nervous. She had gotten Steve and Nat into this mess, or that's how she felt, and she didn't want to get this man in trouble.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, nudging her forward slightly. Mila looked up at was met with Steve's bright blue eyes. "Is there a bathroom we can use?" He asked the man.

"Yeah of course. Down the hall to your left, there's a spare room with a bathroom," the nice man replied.

"Thanks Sam". Steve smiled. The man, who Mila now knew as Sam, smiled back, giving Mila a small nod.

The three of them walked into the spare room. Natasha grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wet it and began cleaning her face and hair. Steve gave Mila a damp cloth. Confused as to what she was supposed to do with it, she looked up Steve, shrugging her shoulders and raising the hand with the wet towel.