The winter soldier finds his match when torturing a person of interest for Hydra. He's in need of information she has and she's not willing to give up.
She ran after the interaction with the deadly soldier. Not to be seen again for eight more years...
Russian to English: Moya lyubov' = My Love / printsessa= princess
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Emma slipped into Bucky's bed as he placed a bottle of water on the nightstand next to her. She let out a yawn as he walked around to the other side of the bed. "Tired?"
She watched him as he placed his water down on the night stand next to him. He crawled into bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her body. "Yeah."
He placed his head on her chest and listened to her heart. They both drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.
Emma was fast asleep when she started to feel Bucky stir. She thought nothing of it as he started to wrap his arms around her body tighter. Her eyes fluttered open to the darkness that had settled in. She glanced over at the alarm clock to see it was almost 4 am.
Bucky started to mumble in his sleep. She couldn't make out what he was saying. She ran her hand through his hair, and it seemed to calm him down for a moment. Then she heard him mumble again, but this time she could make out a few words here and there.
"Autumn run! Run!"
Emma ran her hand through his hair and whispered, "Bucky. You're okay."
He settled down as he fell back to sleep. Emma laid there for a while running her hand through his hair to make sure he was okay. She felt his grip relax, but he stayed wrapped around her body.
Emma eventually fell back to sleep, but it wasn't for long. She felt Bucky slip out of her grip. She checked the time, and it was a little after 5am. The sun wasn't up yet, but the moon gave off plenty of light.
His back was to her as he stood motionless staring out the sliding door off into the distance.
Emma waited a moment to see what he was doing but he didn't move. She could feel something wasn't right. The air settled around her. Thick. Still.
Am I awake? What is he doing?
"Bucky?" He didn't answer her. He didn't move. She slowly sat up and called for him again, "Bucky?"
He looked over his shoulder at her. His stare was cold. Fear sparked through her body. She sat up on her knees as he fully turned around.
"Bucky, you're scaring me."
"Bezhat"
Emma cocked her head to the side. At first it didn't register, "Run?"
Then he took a step forward toward her. This was not her Bucky. In a panic she took off from the bed and bolted out of his room. She could hear his footsteps behind her. Closing in on her as she ran down the hallway. His strides were quick and heavy.
