It's been 6 days since the last time you called Sam. He hasn't been answering your calls or texts and you began to grow worried. You didn't tell Bucky because you didn't want him to be worried. After calling him one more time you threw your phone on the bed groaning. Where could he have gone? Was he in danger? Did his phone break? Maybe he just dropped it down the toilet like last summer and you were over reacting? Or maybe Hydra got them, or Tony or maybe even Fury. You paced around the room not knowing what to do.
Bucky was in his room reading peacefully while you were exploding from the inside.
"Oh my god," you whined grabbing your head. You brushed your fingers through your hair breathing heavily. You grabbed your phone and dialed Sam's number. Again.
The phone beeped in response.
"Shit." You whispered collapsing onto the bed.
"You alright doll?" Bucky plopped down beside you. Jumped from his unexpected appearance and sat up. "Oh hey Bucky." You said in a fake 'everything-is-totally-fine' voice.
"What's up? I heard you um speaking, to um yourself?" He said lifting an eyebrow.
"I uh yeah, I mean no no. I was just," you looked around "I was planning to," you saw your dirty shirt "Uh do the laundry. I couldn't find the soap for the laundry so I was just thinking where I could've left it." You unsuccessfully lied.
"Y/N, first of all we have a washing machine and second of all you use normal soap when you wash clothes," he said smiling. You sighed rolling your eyes. Why was it so hard to lie to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Everything's fine." You turned to him.
He hummed in response. "What's bothering you?"
A loud knock boomed through the house.
"That is." You you said. You got up running over to the blinds. You crouched down peeking into the window.
"Police open up!" A man yelled knocking on the door.
You ran back into your room.
"What-Who is it Y/N?" He said. Your hand almost teleported to his mouth. "Shut the hell up there's police at the door." You whispered. "Stay here and let me handle it." You left back to the front door.
You opened the door slowly and put on a happy face. "Hello officer."
"Good day ma'am, I've been told there's been a," he coughed "A wanted man in this area."
"I-I'm sorry sir a wanted man?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Indeed his name is," he glanced at his clip board. "James Buchanan Barnes."
Your hand shot to your chest in fake shock.
"Oh my god not the winter soldier." You said.
"Exactly ma'am." He fixed his cap.
"Wait you're telling me he's here?" You said.
"Well not exactly here, here. He's been seen at a local restaurant a couple days ago." He said.
"Seen? With me?" You said in an offended voice.
"Oh no ma'am," he chuckled "Not with you just around and really close to you."
"Well I hope you find him sir."
"Yes ma'am," he laughed. "And you please tell me if you see anything strange, or if you ever need some," he fiddled around in his pocket. "Or if you ever need some company. In terms of protection of course," he added a bit uncomfortably.
He handed you a small card that had a phone number on it. You smiled taking it.
"Thank you officer," you put it in the back pocket of your shorts.
"Good day ma'am," he turned around fixing his cap one last time and leaving. As soon as you closed the door you rushed back to your room. Bucky was standing exactly where you left him.
"What happened?" He whispered.
"You're wanted, that's what happened. And the police officer was totally hitting on me, I'm pretty sure he was supposed to check my house but he completely forgot to." You opened your closet trying to find your bag.
"WHAT!?"
"Mhm, and I'm guessing this is an America thing." You said stuffing clothes into your bag.
"America thing? What are you on about?" Bucky said totally confused.
"They have the whole of America looking for you, which means no where's safe." You zipped your bag.
"Oh cmon it was one police officer."
"Oh yeah?" You slipped out a gun checking how many bullets it had. Your fingers ran along the slits 1,2,3,4,5. You cocked the gun putting it down.
You grabbed some short jeans and a sweat shirt throwing them onto the bed. You were just about to take off your shirt when you noticed Bucky staring at you.
"Bucky for gods sake go change! And pack some clothes with you." You shoved him out of your room.
You changed into your other clothes. You took your phone sliding it in the back pocket and the gun into the back of your shorts folding the sweatshirt over it. You took out your boots sliding them on. You opened the bottom drawer of your bedside table and got out two knives. You put a sheath on both them and tucked them into your boots.
You rushed out of your room knocking on Bucky's closed door. "Hurry the fuck up man!"
You grabbed your wallet from the newspaper table and put it into your other back pocket.
Bucky made his way out of his room with his bag on his shoulder. You turned around "Got everything?" You asked. He nodded "I also got a knife and two guns."
"Well good for you," you breathed "I got two knives and a gun." You looked around the house.
"Oh right," you slapped yourself on the forehead. You ran back into your room and got a hat and some sunglasses.
"Here."
"W-what? Here what? What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked.
"Oh I don't know eat it smart ass!" You shouted.
He groaned putting the cap on "These are women's sunglasses."
"Oh I'm sorry that I don't want you to get caught." You said sarcastically. He put them on annoyed.
"Right are we good to go now your highness?" You asked mocking him.
"For gods sake why are so mean when you're stressed?"
"Shut up." You opened the door leaving with him after you.
