MISSING ||Bucky Barnes||

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Sandra stormed off, taking whatever belongings she had left. She knew Steve was still stood in the exact spot he was in while she yelled. He was lucky that no hydra agents were around, or else her cover would've been blown for sure.

Sandra didn't exactly know where she was going, she never really did. But she had one thing to say before she went off for good.

"And by the way, tell your friends I'm done helping them." She shouted to Steve.

Sandra could hear him groan as he got back onto his motorcycle, starting the engine and riding off. "Fuck you." She said, watching Steve disappear out of the woods.

Now, it's back to stage one. Being alone.

But, this time it wasn't going to be as hard. She had snatched a couple hundreds from the avengers compound during her short stay, which would aide her in getting a better disguise.

For now, her only concern was surviving the night.

Within the next hour, she decided on hiding out in the only spot she knew nearby that no one else, besides Bucky and Steve, knew about.

Their old tree house. Sure, it was only used by them once, maybe twice a year when they were kids and Bucky's family would bring them along for summer trips Upstate. But, it was their getaway.

When she climbed up the ladder to the small treehouse, she could tell it looked awfully clean. There were few cobwebs in the corners, but a red sleeping bag was laid on the ground with a notebook beside it.

Sandra looked at it confused, lifting the book and looking inside.

Day 154

I don't remember a lot, but I remember more than yesterday. I remember this place. Me and my two best friends would come here when we were kids every summer. It was definitely fun as a kid...

The writing continued, going on and on. Sandra knew without a doubt this was Bucky's handwriting, and definitely his sleeping bag. This was probably one of the places he hid while on the run from hydra, meaning that they wouldn't find her here either.

So, she stayed the night, curled into the sleeping bag and getting as peaceful of a sleep she could when in a situation like this.

- - -

The following morning, Sandra was up bright and early, mostly because she didn't sleep much. Besides, it was practically morning already by the time she fell asleep.

But her time reminiscing about the good times was over. She needed to move on and keep her cover, and the first stop was going to the nearest convenient store for some hair dye.

- - -

Steve returned to the compound and went straight to his room, shutting the door behind him and sitting on his bed.

What did I just do...?  He asked himself.  Steve knew that there was no stopping the new Sandra. She had her moments of actually caring, but without a doubt she could care less about other people's feelings or opinions.

Steve was still in shock of what happened. Was she really there all along? He thought.

As the daylight made its way through his blinds, Steve looked to the time to see it was just around 7am.

"Stevie?" Bucky asked, knocking on the door. "You in there? Alive at least?"

Steve groaned, standing up and opening the door. Bucky's face went from a soft look, to a worried one. "Steve did you sleep.. at all?" Bucky asked, "you look horrible man."

"I'm fine." He said. "But I also just ruined any chance we had at getting sandy to come back. I pissed her off to the point she was practically screaming at me."

Bucky's eyes went wide. "This is why I should've been the one to find her. Who the hell decided that you would be the one to find her?!"

"Me! Since I'm, oh I don't know, her brother!" Steve said, obviously cranky from his lack of sleep. "Now just leave me alone, I'm getting some sleep."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, you need it." He said, "your acting like an old man."

- - -

Within the next few hours of the day, Sandra successfully dyed her hair black in the gas station bathroom. She also used one of the blades she kept in her bag to chop it to a shorter length, just above her shoulders.

If the old Sandra was ever told that her hair would be short and black, she would've laughed in your face and denied every word of it.

But, the new world is a dangerous one.

And she's just getting started.

"Ok. Now all I have to do is track down my files." She whispered to herself, keeping her tinted sunglasses over her eyes.

As Sandra made her way out of the small town of stores, she kept her visibility low and her guard high.

"Excuse me, miss?" She heard a woman ask her from behind. "Do you mind helping me for just a moment?"

Sandra sighed, but turned around d to help since running off would definitely drag attention to her. "I'd be delighted." She spoke in an accent.

"Oh I love your accent. Are you from England?"  The woman asked. "And the watch, it's so vintage."

Sandra nodded. "Why yes. Hampstead, England." She said, knowing of the place because of Peggy. "Now what can I help you with?"

The woman smirked. "I'm looking for a woman. Fairly average height, brown hair, a black backpack, and a watch." She said, "although, your very fitting for my suspect."

At this moment Sandra knew, she had to get out of there. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't think you've got the right person." She said, giving a small smile and walking off.

"Yup that's her." She heard the woman say into a walkie talkie. "I'm in pursuit."

"Shit." Sandra sighed, beginning to run away.

She could see the woman chasing after her, a gun in her hands as she aimlessly fired at her.

But, Sandra kept running, and fast. "God I wish I would've thought this through." She groaned as a bullet shot straight through her arm.

Before she could even take out her own gun to fight back, Sandra felt multiple bullets dodge themselves right into her body. Some in her stomach, her leg, and her chest.

"I-if you want me dead, ju-just kill me." She weakly said, watching the woman hover above her.

The woman smirked. "Oh we don't want you dead, agent Rogers."

A/N:
The photo added up top is Sandra's new look!