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(Y/N) WASHED HER hands over the public bathroom sink, cleaning her hands from all the blood and grime she had stuck all over the palms. Luckily, the bathroom was empty and she was the only one there, sparing the weird glances from women as they saw her state.

The bags under her eyes hadn't disappeared from the several nights she had to spend without sleeping, and a loud yawn escaped her before she could stop it as she dried her hands off with a paper towel.

(Y/N) searched through her backpack and found the dusty and dirty stealth suit crushed in between the rest of her belongings, not caring if it made a mess. She continued moving the stuff around until she spotted what she was searching for: an old flip phone.

She dialed the number that she was dreading to call, and (Y/N) cleared her throat as placed the phone to her ear.

"Don't do this," (Y/N) said before the other person could even speak.

"What?" Secretary Ross spoke from the other side of the phone.

"Capture me," (Y/N) replied. "It's embarrassing the way you're still coming after me. Try a little harder."

"Thought maybe you'd be calling me to cut a deal. 'Cause from my vantage point, it's the federal fugitive who's trying harder."

"From my vantage point, you seem to be exhausted. This is boring, I've got better places to be."

"I wouldn't worry about me. We got Barrón, Wilson, and the other guy, the incredible shrinking convict — "

"Scott. His name is Scott." (Y/N) interrupted him. If he was going to brag of capturing her friends, he better get their names right.

"Rogers and Romanoff are on the run. You got no one to back you up. Where are you gonna go?"

"The way you think this is my first time hiding in plain site from someone like you is adorable, Ross," (Y/N) smirked. "So a better advice for next time. . ."

"Zolohov — "

"Catch me if you can."

With that, (Y/N) hung up the phone and walked into one of the bathroom stalls, dropping the flip phone over the toilet before flushing it, leaving no other way to track her down after she had gotten rid of the tracker in her suit.

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THE AIRPORT WAS packed with dozens of people from all around the world, gathering around to their next destination or even welcoming family members into their arms. (Y/N) attempted in not paying any attention to them, but somehow those meetings made her nostalgic.

The voice of a person speaking in German over the public announcer caught her attention, since the voice had announced that her flight was leaving in no longer than five minutes. After going through the inspections and her ticket, (Y/N) was able to sit by the chairs and watched the TV over the ceiling.

"After the Sokovia Accords, the hunt is on for the remaining Avengers. . ." a male reporter spoke through the television in German. "Steve Rogers, (Y/N) Zolohov and Natasha Romanoff are currently on the run."

(Y/N) sighed at the statement and lowered her head as she played with the ends of her sweater, dreading the minutes that were remaining for her to board the plane.

Once again, the public announcer opened and the same voice from before declared to all passengers leaving to France should be able to board the plane. With a feeling of relief, (Y/N) stood from her seat and grabbed her backpack with her.

In no time, (Y/N) got inside the plane and searched for her respective seat, which was besides a middle aged woman with long and curly black hair and blue eyes reading a magazine.

The woman didn't notice or acknowledge (Y/N)'s presence from beside her until half of the plane ride, and (Y/N) missed the way she looked at her with a dirty or even angry look before it changed to a complete different expression.

"Hiya, hon!" The woman greeted enthusiastically and (Y/N) turned to look at her with a questioning look.

"Hi?" (Y/N) tried to smile back, but it seemed more like a grimace.

The woman didn't notice this and continued on with her enthusiastic behavior. "Say! That's some kind of sweater you're wearing."

"Really? Just grabbed the first thing in my closet for the trip," (Y/N) lied effortlessly.

The woman laughed. "It's lovely, dear. May I ask for your name?"

(Y/N) remembered the fake identification that was made for her and turned back to the woman with a fake smile. "Ginevra."

She smiled and extended her hand. "I'm Allie, nice to meet you."

Allie was a strange woman in (Y/N)'s opinion. It wasn't that she was rude to her or anything, but the fact that she was extremely happy and enthusiastic made it weirder for (Y/N) to trust her; she'd been on many of this situations, so she didn't know if it was an act or not.

The long hour and a half of the plane ride ended quite early, and (Y/N) was glad to finally be able to take a deep breath without having to watch her back from the government that was coming after her.

Her plan was simple, lay low for a couple of months and wait for any signal of life from Steve and the rest of her friends until things calmed down from the accords.

But unfortunately, that wasn't the plan.

you know what happens next ;)

if you don't or try to feel nostalgic, follow back into the first book, which tells you what happened right after this.

-see you soon, bex