Till the End of the Line

Recovery

Shit. 

That's all Bucky could think to say. 

Becca's aim was true, her shot was impeccable. If that damned kid hadn't gotten in the way...

Can't think of that now. He pulled out his pistol and silencer and fired two rounds, watching as their target dropped dead. 

"Get to the rendezvous point. Now." 

He said coldly into his  earpiece. He dumped the gun in a dumpster and met Becca behind the building. She looked a little green. She looked distraught. 

"We need to leave. Now." The Soldier said roughly before grabbing her and practically dragging her behind him.

"Is he...did I..."

Becca looked stunned, and suddenly she's sick all over the back alley road. 

The Soldier sighs and rubbed her back.

Part of him is pissed. Pissed at himself for not seeing that kid, and pissed at her for not being fully alert. 

Even so, he waits for her to finish being sick before he grabs her and drags her down the street again.

"You had one job."

He hissed, standing up straight and acting like nothing was wrong. He put an arm around her to keep up appearances, but he squeezed her a little too tightly for comfort.

"I know but I—"

"One. Job."

She's quiet.

"I'm sorry." She finally mumbled.

This startled him. Never had he seen her so...submissive. Killing that kid must have done something to her.

But there was no time to worry about that now. They needed to get to the drop point undetected. 

The Soldier held her closer and pulled her through the now panicked crowd. Panic was good. Panic meant chaos. Chaos meant they could get away undetected.

They kept to back alleys and unpopulated roads until the got out of the city, lacing their snow boots back on and trudged through the snow. 

He didn't want to admit it, but he was worried for Becca. She'd just taken someone's life. Even worse, it was a child's.

"The mission was still a success, there was just some collateral damage." 

He offered gently. 

Becca looks up. Her nose was red an her eyes were shiny. Evidence she'd been crying.

"That's what you call it?" 

She shakes her head. 

Before he could argue, the pilots voice crackled over his earpiece. 

"Зимний припой, готов к самовывозу?" (Winter Soldier, ready for pickup?"

He sighed and tapped on his earpiece. 

"Да. Мы идем на выздоровление." (Yes. We are go for recovery."