Riley's Girl

Nostalgia

Following instructions from the ever so demanding Karli Morgenthau, you were travelling as a passenger in one of the two convoying trucks.

You gaze out of the window, admiring the beauty of the countryside and pureness of the world, untouched by the human race.

A sudden bang and smashing of the windshield brings your attention back to the convoy. Reaching your arm forwards against the dash to brace yourself.

You were looking at the back of a dark haired man, sporting an all leather look, but then you spot his arm. The unmistakable metal arm of the infamous James Buchanan Barnes... The Winter Soldier himself. You gulp, fear taking over you and nausea rising in your gut.

As he is struggling to hang on, swaying across your windscreen, you spot a smug Karli placing her mask on, ready to jump onto your roof, following James.

You pick up the radio, completely aggravated "really Karli? Was that at all necessary?"

"Pull him up. Y/N be quiet, we need the trucks next to eachother. Think you can manage that?" She spits back.

You watch as James is pulled out of view and she immediately jumps after him. You sit for a few seconds and wonder why you aren't moving alongside the other vehicle.

Looking to your right, you see the driver has blood dripping down their face, their entire body drooping and floppy, but their chest was rising and falling. You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you're not dead. Thank god." You lean over and pull them across the middle seat next to you, as you scoot into the driver's seat.

Taking the large wheel, you gently steer the truck next the one ahead, whilst listening to the banging, grunting and sniggering above you through the cabs rather thin roof.

Then you hear a whooshing sound. Something that was all too familiar, your initial fear now turned to dread. The colour drained from your face.

"Please, please don't let it be him.."

You hear a large bang and cry out in pain from Karli and then the radio crackles "Y/N swerve the truck."

"SHIT! Well if it is him, he's definitely gonna know now. God dammit." You mutter to yourself in annoyance and concern, as you obeyed Karli's instruction.

-Sam's Perspective-

"Y/N? No, that's not possible, it cant be the same person. There's-" Your inner dialogue was is overtime, trying to figure out if it was her, if she was here, and if she was okay.

"...Sam you listening to me? SAM LOOK OUT." Bucky roars in terror.

You whip your head to the side and see one of the flagsmashers coming to attack you, in a last minute attempt, you extend your wings and try and fly away, wanting to confirm who was driving the truck.

As you take off, you feel a tight and uncomfortable grasp on your ankle, which pulls you back to the truck with ease, causing a rather loud connection with the truck below you. Pain coursing through your entire body, but as they go to the attack you, they're thrown off the side of the truck, with the familiar black gloved hand extended out for you.

"Thanks man."

"Yeah don't mention- SHIT!" Bucky shouts as he pushed off one truck onto the other, narrowly missing the top and having to use his metal hand to slow his progression down the side of the truck, ending with him wrapping himself around the chassis.

"Little help here." Bucky shouts amongst the vehicles and shouting.

You have split second dilemma, looking up at the cab, wanting to fly and see it for yourself. See her face, but also not wanting to re-live anymore trauma than you already have.