Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (39) Thirty-Nine ~ ...the girl who's on the run

"Steven I swear to god if you don't stop slapping my face I will chop your hand off," I grumbled.

Steve immediately stopped hitting me as I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the new darkness.

"Sorry, but we gotta go." He said, taking my arm and helping me up.

"How's Nat?" I asked, looking over at the redhead.

"I think she hit her head. I don't see any bleeding, so hopefully it's just a concussion." He told me as he scooped the assassin up in his arms.

"We all probably have one of those," I murmured.

"Careful," I told him as he stumbled over the rubble beneath our feet, little bits of fire spread all around us.

"Oh, fuck. Steve run!" I hissed as several beams of lights hit us, a few jets flying over us.

As quietly as we could, the two of us snuck over to the truck, which thankfully only had a few scratches from the explosion. As soon as we were all in, I floored it, getting us out of there and hopefully not attracting attention.

"Alright, so where am I headed now? Can't go home. Can't go to SHIELD. All of our hero friends are too far. Not many other places will accept us right now." I rambled as we sped away.

"Well, there is one place that might take us in."

"Oh yeah? And where is that?"

"Washington D.C."

~~

"And your sure this place is safe?" Nat asked as I drove through the quiet neighborhood. She had woken up within the first hour of the drive, though after making sure she was alright none of us really spoke for the rest of the trip.

"Yeah. He's a good guy, trust me." Steve nodded. "Park right up here."

I pulled up in front of a small house, a nice, neat yard with kids' toys scattered around drawing my attention a bit.

"Um, you sure this is it?" I asked, looking back at Steve.

"He's actually up the block more. Didn't want to risk someone identifying the truck."

Nat and I grumbled as we followed Steve up the street, our whole bodies tiered and sour from the literal explosion we went through. We eventually came upon the correct house, Steve leading us to the back sliding door and knocking on it.

The blinds came up a few moments later, revealing a confused man with dark skin and a small goatee.

"Hey, man." He softly said to Steve as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low."

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." Nat bluntly said.

"Not everyone." The man said as he looked between the three of us, moving to the side to let us in.

"There's a spare room down the hall to the left with a connected bathroom if you want to get cleaned up. You all look like you need it."

"First!" I yelled as I bolted down the hall, the sound of Nat cursing in Russian behind me making me laugh.

~~

"You two doin' okay?" Steve asked as he left the bathroom, looking at Natasha and me as I busied myself on my laptop while Nat towel-dried her hair.

"Yeah." We both nodded, looking up at him.

"What's going on?" The very muscular man sat in front of Nat, and I smirked as I watched her check him out.

"When I first joined SHIELD, I thought I was going straight." She nodded. "But I guess I just traded in the KGB for Hydra. I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can't tell the difference anymore."

"There's a chance you might be in the wrong business." Steve quoted Nat from earlier, making all of us smirk.