Wanted || A Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (English Version)

Chapter 1

"You can't run away forever, теневой паук! (shadow spider) We'll get you eventually," I heard only faintly from a distance.
I ran as fast as I could, feeling the fire in my lungs and the burning in my limbs.
They mustn't catch me. I can't go back there.
I ran out of the forest onto the empty road and was about to follow it when someone grabbed me by my shoulder.
"I've got you," they said, then it went dark.

I woke up, drenched in sweat.
With rapid breathing and shaking hands, I sat up in my bed and reached for my glass of water on my bedside table.
It was another one of those stupid nightmares and, even though I knew them inside and out, they still scared the hell out of me.
They regularly kept me awake for nights or drove me into nights of restless sleep.

Completely exhausted, I turned my head to the side and with a glance at the clock I realized that it was already 4 a.m. and almost dusk, so I decided to stay awake.
I slowly got up and threw on my dressing gown, dragged myself into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee to wake up properly.
For a moment I enjoyed the complete silence that surrounded me and sipped my cup.
The nightmare was still in my bones and tensed me up.
It had been a long time ago, but everything still felt so fresh.
The physical wounds had healed over time, but the mental ones were omnipresent and cost me a lot.
Sighing, I took a deep breath and finished my coffee to get ready.

If I'm already awake, I might as well do something productive.
Black jeans and a burgundy off-shoulder shirt were enough for today.
I quickly slipped on my ankle boots and stuck the knife into them.
I always carried one with me, even if I never had to use them.
It gave me a little bit of security.

I quickly grabbed my bag before I hurried out the door.
The sun was just about to rise and you could see the red-orange play of colors on the horizon. I felt a brief warmth in my stomach and a spark of euphoria glowing inside me.
More motivated than before, I ran down the street until I reached the small market on the bank.
Although it was only 6 o'clock, the stalls were already bustling and I watched the crowd for a moment before I started moving again.

I did my shopping and was just about to pay at one of the vegetable stalls when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
I discreetly looked around and targeted every single person in my view, when I spotted a man who definitely didn't belong here.
Black leather jacket, jeans and, unusually for such a lukewarm day, gloves.
Brown, short hair and a striking face.
I burned every detail I could make out into my mind and tried to match this person to someone else, but I failed.
He stood on the promenade, leaning on the railing and, despite his sunglasses on, I felt his gaze resting on me.
He stared at me and watched every single move I made.
Everything in me screamed for me to flee, but as if I were paralyzed, I didn't take a step away.

I continued to watch him discreetly while I packed away my shopping, but in a moment of inattention I lost sight of him.
A hint of panic spread through me and the need to flee took over.
I turned quickly but inconspicuously and left the square via a small side street in the hope of remaining undetected.
Just as I felt safe again, someone called out to me.

"Y/N?" came a rough, male voice.
Goosebumps ran through my whole body and I didn't dare turn around or stop.
How does he know my name?
I breathed carefully so as not to panic and kept walking as if I hadn't heard the call at all.
Suddenly I noticed quick steps and a hand grabbing my shoulder.
Reflexively I grabbed his arm and with a trained grip I threw the supposed attacker over me onto the ground.
Normally I would take out an attacker without a single thought, even if my life was marked by recurring nightmares and memories, I was still a trained assassin and knew how to defend myself better than anyone else.
Nevertheless, I didn't want to take the risk of falling back into old patterns and their control over me and left it at this one counterattack before I fled and skillfully made my way through the small alleys.

I arrived at my apartment with my pulse racing and hastily unlocked the door, only to close it again just as quickly.
I slid down the door with my back to it and sat there leaning against it for a moment.
I tried to think clearly and took a few controlled breaths before planning my next steps.
I definitely couldn't stay here, that was clear to me. But where should I go? To a hotel? That would be too obvious. I had to go somewhere that people wouldn't immediately associate with me.
While I was thinking about where I wanted to go, I packed my sports bag with everything I needed.
Clothes, hygiene products, cash, laptop, documents and most importantly, my notebook, were the things I absolutely had to take with me.
I sloppily stuffed everything into the bag and threw it over my shoulder.
I reached for my keys and my other bag at the kitchen table to leave when there was a knock on my door. "Open the door, Y/N," the man from before called in his rough voice.

How could he have followed me all the way here?
I couldn't get through the door anymore, so I impulsively decided to use the fire escape next to my window as my escape route.
Just as I pulled the window up to slip through, I heard my front door being kicked open.
I wanted to get out of here quickly, but before I could squeeze through the opening, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back into my living room.
That was probably it....