It's only been a short time since Lacey Williams grandfather died, leaving her his ramshackle home in a remote rural area. The last thing she expected to find was an injured fugitive hiding in the garage. His soft spoken manner conflicts with ever...
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Philadelphia It had been eight months since they moved into Terry's penthouse apartment and Lacey was somewhat surprised they slipped so easily back into urban living. Every day she and Terry walked Tommy to school, waiting until the bell rang and making sure he went inside. Then they walked back, picking up a coffee from the coffee shop nearby and returning to the apartment. Terry would leave for his university coaching job while Lacey would clean up, do some laundry, get the mail, then write for several hours. In the mid-afternoon she walked to the school, waited for Tommy to come out, then together they would walk home. If he had homework she sat with him at the dining room table checking her emails, or reading her fan mail, while he did his school work. Then she would start supper. They would eat, usually without Terry as the team had practice running from the late afternoon to early evening. Games were on the weekend. It was quiet and routine, which Lacey wanted at this point.
On this particular Friday she waited with the other moms and a few dads for their kids to come out of the school. She had started talking with some of the parents, chit chatting about school, sports and other things parents talk about. Someone brought up the new Captain America and Lacey smiled, happy for Sam to take on the mantle. She knew Bucky was with him during the New York battle with the Flag Smashers as someone in the media had mentioned him. When Tommy came out he had his back pack on and fell into step beside Lacey, telling her about his day.
Two blocks away from the school a car with tinted windows suddenly pulled onto the sidewalk in front of them and Lacey grabbed Tommy to run back to the school. They were blocked on that side by another car, also with tinted windows. Several masked men stepped out, approaching them with guns drawn. Tommy assumed the fighting stance from Bucky's genetic memory that he was born with. When the first man advanced on him he ran at him kicking him in the chest hard enough to knock him to the ground where he delivered a punch to the throat that incapacitated the gunman. He was ready to take on the second man when he heard his mother scream and turned to see what was happening to her.
"Run, Tommy!" she screamed. "Run!"
"Give up or I put a bullet in your mother's head," said the masked man who held a handgun to Lacey's head.
Another vehicle pulled up and several men wearing FBI bulletproof vests came out pointing their firearms at the masked men. The one in charge, who Tommy recognized as Agent Jones, an occasional visitor to the apartment, pulled the boy behind him as he advanced on the man holding Lacey.
"Let the woman go," ordered Jones. "I have a sniper with a rifle trained on you. He'll put a bullet in your brain well before you can pull that trigger."
"Your sniper has already been taken care of," replied the masked man, confidently. "Contact him on your comms if you don't believe me."
Jones grimaced and called his sniper but there was no response. He still held his gun on the masked man. "Let her go," he said firmly. "You're not getting her or the boy."
