Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-

Chapter 3

"Where are we going Bucky?" I asked as we ran off. My heart was racing, realizing we had a moment of freedom. James was holding my hand, pulling me closely behind him as we made seemingly random turns.

"Far away." He answered, making a sudden left turn down an alley way. The HYDRA agents had stopped chasing us about ten minutes before, unable to keep up.

"Can we stop please." I panted out. We had been running full speed for over half an hour, and I was having a hard time breathing.

"We need to get to safety." He shot back, making another quick turn. I felt my eyes watering slightly.

"James please." I begged, fumbling over my feet as the exhaustion set in. As I fumbled, I let got of his hand and slowed down. I stopped, holding my knees to keep myself up right. Bucky stopped as well, turning to me. He had a bruise on his temple, from being punched. His hand had dried blood on it still, lingering from our mission. His hair was damp from sweat and looked greasy.

"Trace, we can't give up now. We need to get as far away as fast as possible." He said, walking over to me. He was breathing rapidly, also out of breath. I glanced up him, through my hair that had fallen out of my braid.

"They can't keep up Bucky, we need to blend. If we keep running looking the way we do, we're going to attract unwanted attention." I pointed out. We had holsters and weapons all over us. I was wearing tight clothing, and still had a mask over my mouth. Bucky had dark rings around his eyes from war paint. We were covered in dried blood. "If we blend, we can get on a train and get far away." I added, standing straight up. He followed me with his eyes, bringing his hand up to his face and taking the mask off. I followed his lead, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

"You're right." He muttered, with a small nod. "We need to find somewhere to get new clothes." He added. I pointed up, Bucky following my finger. He titled his head towards the sky, seeing what I was pointing at.

Conveniently above is, hung across the two large buildings we stood between, were a few drying lines with clothes scattered across them. It looked to be mens and womens clothes, and would pull us over until we found something else. We climbed up a few of the fire escapes, before reaching the one with the drying lines. Checking around us, we grabbed what we needed. I grabbed a blue dress, which had a few white buttons, and was made of a rougher material.

Bucky grabbed a dark brown dress suit, which had a white shirt. He only grabbed the pants and jacket, leaving the tie and vest behind. We quickly got off the fire escape, and changed behind a couple garbage bins. In the dress, I threw the black outfit HYDRA gave me in the garbage. I glanced down at the boots though, and swore quietly.

"I need shoes." I muttered, looking at Bucky. He looked down at my feet, at the untied boots. He nodded.

"Yeah, those are really out of place compared to the rest of your outfit." He agreed, then glanced back up. "Wait here." He added, before going back up the fire escape. I watched as he knocked on a window, and when nobody came, lifted it open. My eyes widened as he slipped inside. I felt anxious, nervous he'd be caught. But a few minutes later, he stepped back out and closed the window, climbing back down the fire escape once more, with a pair of black flats. He handed them to me. "Hopefully they fit." He said.

"Thank you." I muttered, kicking the boots and socks I had on, off, then put the flats on. They were about a half size too big, but it didn't really matter. The suit Bucky was wearing, was lose in the pants, but tight in the shoulders. Our outfits clearly didn't fit us well, but it was enough that we would be able to blend.

"We can go into a pub near by to wash our hands. For now, try and hide them as much as possible." He said, putting his hands into his pockets. I stepped over to him, and linked my arm with his, bringing my other hand over to hold his bicep. He looked down at me, and nodded, approvingly. We walked out of the alley.