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Cross Country (2)

Warnings - mentions of rape, murder, death, angst, blood, topics of abuse, reader has serious sass and so does Bucky. Reader is kinda out of the loop on everything, so lots of explaining.

Before I get hate on "omg reader is so dumb or emotionally immature", would you just read the story? Reader is supposed to be like this because of Hydra. She's gonna be a little confused and maybe naive and restless. Read before you hate please.

Oh and...it's your favorite! A cliffhanger!

Staying with Bucky was the smartest decision you've ever done. He was resourceful, slick, and fast. He taught you things to the best of his ability, and he wasn't violent.

He stopped raising his voice weeks ago. From what you know, his patience level is little to none, and now you could ask him as many questions you could. In any of the languages you knew. German was not one of them, and learning was not of your essence according to him.

Bucky was calm now that he knew where he was. The apartment you've been staying in is nice, just outside the city and loaded with cash you never knew existed. He was patient as ever, letting you take the air mattress despite you not sleeping when he was there.

The first time Bucky got you to settle down was in the woods. Snow was coming down hard, the winds restless, and food being the one thing he hadn't thought about when he walked out of the motel he reserved that morning.

He was on his wits end when you basically collapsed behind him, your foot catching onto his as exhaustion poured in. If you hadn't seen him panic before, you would've been nervous, but you were more terrified as his hands moved up and down your arms, trying your best to fight him off as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

Bucky was terrified. He couldn't see blood, a bruise in a specific spot, or anything that would hurt you so much to bring you down like this. He feels for any sort of lump, hoping to catch it, but you only squirm beneath him, hands too light and heavy at the same time to push him away.

"It's okay, it's just me," he assures in a single breath. And without thinking, he lifts your shirt.

Your first instinct was to grab the knife tucked into your hair tie, cutting his wrist with whatever strength you had left before do your best to move away. The ground was unfaithful around you, a soon to your vision as you fought to stand up. You haven't felt like this since you woke up in the base. But that was the anesthesia. Bucky had told you that. He said you were drugged.

So why were you so unstable now?

All you can remember are the things hands have done to you. Hands that were covered in Maya's blood. Hands that have done despicable things you won't ever be able to forget, no matter how many times you see Bucky's face. No matter how much you tell yourself he won't hurt you.

Won't he?

The stable base of a tree hits your back, and Bucky finally realizes the panic as he keeps his wrist down. The snow has already taken most of the blood, your knife discarded to his right as your trail leads him straight to you.

He didn't mean to. He didn't think about the single agreement to this trek, and now he can see the pure fear growing in your eyes. The momentum of your walking kept you warm enough, but that was all gone now as you sat in snow stacked to your waist, pushing against you.

It couldn't have been helping.

Bucky crouches in front of you, hand set out as if he was gonna reach out for you, but he rethinks at the last minute, careful to move slow. "Hey, princess," he greets softly, hoping he would have your attention. You only push away from him. "No, I'm so sorry–Princess, I'm sorry. C'mon, I won't hurt you."