Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-

Chapter 14

"It's not much." I muttered, as Bucky and I arrived at my safe house in Bucharest Romania. We had been traveling for 4 days, as Tessa's pilot was only able to get us to the boarder of Spain. After a day to recover from the initial flight, it took us two more to get transport to Romania itself.

We walked into a small apartment, that had been sitting vacant for the last 40 years or so. I had friends in Romania that would come and go from the house, occasionally, so the neighbours didn't get suspicious, but otherwise, nobody had actually lived there.

Walking into the apartment, I glanced around. We walked right into the kitchen and living room. It was a large rectangular room, connected with no barriers. The kitchen was mostly just a fridge, electric stove and sink, a small counter separating the three large appliances on one wall. A small table was on the edge of the kitchen, before a love seat acted as a barrier for the two rooms.

Passed the living room, was a door, leading into the full sized bathroom. The bath tub was old and shallow, but it worked regardless. A very short hall lead to the bedroom. The room itself was small, about half the size of the living room and kitchen. In the room, was a double bed, a night stand and a short dresser in the closet.

"But it'll do for now." I added, putting the backpack I'd been lugging around on the table in the kitchen. "There's only one bedroom, so we'll either have to share, or set up a second sleeping space." I explained, opening the bag and pulling the weapons out.

"It'd be safer if we didn't share a room." Bucky answered. "I'll sleep in the living room." He added. I looked at him. He was wearing the clothes he had been when I found him at the museum.

"I'll call one of my contacts and get a second bed then." I muttered, unable to avoid the ping of disappointment I suddenly felt. Though, I understood why he didn't want to share a room.

Once the weapons were out of the bag, and the cash I had, I took the bag to the bedroom with me, waving for Bucky to follow. He hesitated, but listened, trailing behind me. I turned a light on, as I walked into the room. The bed was outfitted with beige sheets, and an olive green blanket.

"There's clothes in the closet for you." I explained, putting the bag on the bed, before turning towards the small closet. I opened the doors. The dresser was short, and extended from either end of the closet with six drawers. Above, higher up, shirts of varying styles and colours were hung. "The right side will be for your things. There should be a few different sizes, so find what fits and tell me, so I can get more in that specific size."

"You've really thought of everything." Bucky muttered, walking passed me and opening one of the drawers. I shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"There was lots of details to get right and a lot of time to do it. But truth be told, Howard Stark was the one that really helped make it all possible. He bought all my safe houses, and furnished them. He was the man with a plan." I sighed, looking down at my hands. I felt a small amount of guilt, thinking about Howard.

"What happened to him?" Bucky asked quietly. I glanced at him, through my hair, seeing him watching me with a small frown.

"He died, a little over 20 years ago." I answered simply. I knew Bucky didn't remember yet, and I didn't want to share that he had been the one to kill Howard and his wife, at least not yet. "You should shower. I'll see what I can do about getting a second bed." I said, standing up, and pulling the burner phone out of my pocket. "There's towels in the bathroom." I added. Bucky nodded, and started to rummage through the drawers, as I walked out of the room.

I called a man that I knew in Romania, that could possibly help with a bed. He answered, almost immediately. After a short conversation, he assured me he'd have a bed at the house in under an hour. I then called a second contact, this time a woman. She was able to send out someone to bring us groceries and any toiletries we'd need for the next few months. She also promised to send over things to keep us occupied. Bucky and I would need to lay low for a while.