Sharp Edges

Chapter Two

After three long weeks, James was able to move around a lot more. Thanks to Yelena, he had a great shirt and a pair of jeans to wear, which made him happy to blend in. He also was able to get a jacket and a pair of leather gloves, which made things easier when he walked on the streets.

Yelena kept herself busy while the man currently known as Bucky healed. Money was quickly becoming more and more scarce and knew she couldn't put off robbing the armored truck any longer.

She kept her eyes out the window as she pulled on her tactical suit, all black but now adorned with a green utility vest. So many pockets. She'd rehearsed this over and over in her head and Yelena wasn't someone who struggled with confidence in herself. Worst case scenario? She ended up dead and really, she was just barely outrunning death already. She just hoped it looked cool.

James watched from his place at the small table in the kitchen. "Are you sure about this?" He asked.

Her green eyes turned and found the man's blue ones. "Do you have an alternative idea of how to get cash?" she asked, raising a brow. "Neither of us can do much of anything without money. Gear, transportation, weapons... we need all of those things. Or... at least I do."

He shrugged, flipping one of his knives in his hand. "Not really... unless there's a till we can get into from a street vendor or something."

She shook her head. "A till won't have enough money to get us by for long. Maybe we could get new IDs and passports with that money but nothing else," she said with a sigh. Stepping away from the window, she made her way to the small stockpile of weapons they had between the two of them. "What, are you worried about me?" she asked as she raised a brow, smirking a little. "I'm a big girl."

James gave her a ghost of a smile. "You've done so much for me even though I don't deserve it. So, I'm extending my help to you."

Yelena ignored his commentary on his lack of worthiness. She wasn't one to speak on that; the two of them were in the same place in that regard. "If you'd like to facilitate the distraction, I wouldn't say no," she told him, picking up a gun from the counter before she slipped it into her thigh holster.

"Distraction? What am I supposed to do? Say my dog is lost?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, because that's exactly what Hydra has used you for all these years. Dog ruses," she replied smartly. She grabbed a small box off of the counter and tossed it to him. "Detonate that. Everybody runs from a big boom."'

James looked down at it, feeling apprehensive. He wanted to lay low and not cause any problems. This was the opposite of that. "I don't know, Yelena."

Her jaw set a little and sighed heavily. "Then just stay here," she said with annoyance, stepping toward him to snatch the box back from him. She tucked it into a pouch on her belt. Yelena had backup plans in mind; if she could get close to the driver, she could try to just knock him out.

"Sure," he murmured. "I can keep watch if you want me to." James crossed his arms over his chest. I'm thankful to her, but I'd rather lay low.

She shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," she said in her low, hoarse register. "And if I'm not, it's not your problem."

"Do svidaniya, Bucky," she said as she gave him a lazy salute. She made her way out of the apartment then up to the roof; it was the best way to stay concealed and jumping rooftops was nothing new.

She was careful and she took her time. She was set up way before the truck would arrive but didn't want to risk missing it. Patiently she waited a few hours before she heard it rumbling down the street. She had different options of how to pull this off but didn't choose until the car was in her sights. She had to get it stopped first, so she fired one bullet into the driver's side tire. The vehicle pulled left, and the driver stopped the car as safely as he could.