Buried Knives (A Bucky Barnes enemies to lovers story)

Part 13: Unexpected

She'd slept most of the way after that. Bucky still wasn't entirely sure what had happened.

One minute she was fine. The next she was spilling her guys on the side of the highway.

Since then she'd been silent, curled up against the door. He kept glancing over at her, possibly too often. He'd swerved one too many times.

"Want to stop for anything? Water? I think I saw a McDonald's ahead..."

"I'm fine," she mumbled. That had been her steady response to every question.

"Have you got sick like that before?"

"How the hell would I know that Barnes?" She snapped.

"I don't know I-"

"Can't you just-" she sat up abruptly. Glaring at him but paused. Looking at the rearview mirror she mumbled, "shit."

"What? What is it? Do you need me to pull over again?"

She ignored him. Mumbling a steady stream of curses as she undid her belt and checked the mirror again.

"What the hell are you doing?" He reached out an arm to hold her in place.

She smacked it away. Turning in her seat and reaching behind.

"What the fuck is going on Alex?"

"Where is your gun?"

He grabbed her wrist twisting her towards him. "What is going on?" He hissed.

She opened her mouth to answer but the back windscreen shattered. Bullets rattling through the car. Alex ducked. Bucky swerved the car again.

"WHAT THE HELL ALEX?" He bellowed, covering his head with a metal arm. She had escaped his grasp and was kneeling between their seats ripping through the bags he had there. 

"Where is your gun?"

"YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW OR-"

"Fuck's sake Barnes," she dropped the bags and swung back to him. "Hydra is here."

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She couldn't deal with this right now.

Barnes staring at her, open-mouthed, instead of watching the cars ahead.

"THE ROAD BARNES." She growled. 

Barnes blinked and turned back to the windscreen, narrowly avoiding an oncoming truck. Honking up a storm, Bucky cursing like a sailor.

She looked back to the road behind them. A set of two black cars were speeding towards them. A blond-haired man hanging out of one of the windows.

She didn't know how she'd know it was Hydra. Like most things, she'd just known. Not waiting before climbing into action.

The man reloaded his gun aiming at them.

"Get down," she barked, pushing Barnes head down.

Bullets shattered through the car, drowning out whatever command Barnes was about to yell at her.

"Tell me where the fucking gun is," she growled at him. Their heads close to avoid being shot.

He pushed her arms off him and began, " I don't-"

"Do you want to die today Barnes?" She cut him off continuing her hunt in the backseat, there was no way he didn't have a gun, "Is death high on your bucket list?" She looked back at him.