Fancy a Roll in the Hay?

Part 4

"Yeah who is this anyway?" Steve asks Bucky, sounding slightly confused but mostly put out.

"Please tell me you two aren't married or something and I've just caused shit." You say, trying to work out what the hell was going on.

"NO!" They cry in unison, a little too quickly.

"Alright ok you're not married." You say, holding your hands up in defence. "I know I don't deserve any kind of explanation considering I've met both of you today but in that time I screwed you in a barn and you scared the shit out of me so I think at least a little explanation is in order."

"You had sex in a barn?" Steve asked Bucky, a mixture of amusement and pride in his face.

"What can I say, we're animals." You pipe up, a grin on your face. "Get it. Animals. Barn. No? Not the time? Ok moving on."

"Do we...?" Bucky asks Steve, taking a seat at the table. You and Steve follow suit, the three of you sitting in silence while Steve deliberates.

"Do you know who I am?" Steve asks finally, turning to you.

"You're Steve. If you've forgotten that already we have bigger problems here my friend." You say, making Bucky chuckle slightly from next to Steve.

"No no. I'm Steve Rogers. Captain America. Super soldier etcetera." Steve explains and everything suddenly makes sense. You knew you had recognised him from somewhere else.

"I have a tshirt with your face on it." You say thoughtfully, again making Bucky laugh.

"That's your reaction to finding out I am Captain America."

"OOOOOH that's why you called me ma'am! You're fucking like a hundred and three or whatever aren't you." You cry, happy to have worked something out. Steve sighs in exasperation, Bucky only continuing to laugh.

"Can we stay on topic please?" Steve says irritably, frowning as you and Bucky continue cracking up.

"Yes yes old man I'm sorry please continue." You say, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and attempting to calm down.

"I was in the war with Buck, he fell from a moving train into a canyon, I thought he was dead, turns out he wasn't, his arm got chopped off hence the metal one, he was bad, now he's good, the end. That's about everything right?" Steve lists off and Bucky nods happily, a smile on his face.

"I...well...right." You stammer, trying to process the amount of information that was just given to you.

"It's hard to explain basically." Bucky says, shrugging slightly.

"Ya don't say. Were you expecting more guests by the way?" You ask.

"What? No?" Bucky says, looking at you questioningly.

"Well unless those helicopters aren't for you then we may have to boil the kettle again."

"YOU LEAD THEM RIGHT HERE!" Bucky shouts, jumping up and turning his attention to Steve.

"Bucky..." Steve says calmly, standing up and backing up slightly. "Why would I do that?"

"THEY'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME. YOU'RE WORKING FOR THEM. How could I have been so STUPID!" Bucky cries, looking around his kitchen in a panic as the sound of the helicopters landing fills the house.

"THEY MUST HAVE FOLLOWED ME HERE!" Steve cries over the noise of the helicopter. Bucky glares at him and ignores his words, clearly not believing a single part of it. "BUCK!"

"STEVE WHAT DO WE DO?!" You shout at him as Bucky runs out of the room. Steve just stands and stared at where Bucky used to be standing, looking completely defeated. You sigh and run after Bucky, leaving Steve alone in the kitchen. You scramble in the darkness of Bucky's house, trying to work out where he could have gone. You can hear people shouting now, the crunching of boots on the ground outside getting louder by the second.

"Bucky." You hiss, finding a back door and pushing it open, stepping into the cold night air. "Bucky!" You continue walking, trying to keep low and make yourself inconspicuous. You knew you weren't doing a very good job of it but it was better than nothing.

You reach the stables and start calling Bucky's name again quietly, squinting into the darkness. You would have screamed when hands shot out from the shadows and grabbed you, if a hand hadn't been placed firmly over your mouth to muffle any noise. You fight against the grip, only freezing when you're pulled into the light of the moon and see the glint of a metal arm around your body. When you stop moving Bucky lets you go and you spin round to face him.

"What do we do?" You whisper in a panic, noting the slight redness around his eyes.

"I don't know." He mutters, slumping against the inside of the stables. You had hoped he would be able to protect you, but the guy in front of you didn't look to be in any position to fight off whoever had turned up in helicopters. He looked completely broken, staring into the distance mournfully.

"Snap out of it." You whisper angrily, waving your hand in front of his face. "We need to get out of here!"

"Ok ok let me think!" He says, running his fingers through his hair. He didn't have much time for thinking however, for a moment after he spoke the area where you were standing was lit with sudden, brilliant white light. You try and see who was shining it but the light was so much after the complete darkness you were blinded, oblivious to what was going on around you. You feel a pair of hands grab one of your arms, another pair quickly grabbing your other arm. They physically lift you off the ground and carry you out of the stables, paying no attention to your kicking and screaming.

A commotion erupts behind you, screams echoing around the farm and seeming to be coming from all directions. As you are carried your eyes adjust to the new light and you realise you are being taken back towards the house. You continue screaming and manage to kick one of the guys in the knee, making him crumple to the ground. The sudden weight of holding you alone is too much for the other guy and he drops you, turning to help his friend. You take this opportunity to run straight towards the field with the long grass, dropping into it in a desperate attempt to hide.

You watch through the blades as a seemingly unconscious Bucky is dragged through the dirt by his arms and loaded onto the helicopter. Following him are many injured men, some limping, others clutching bleeding wounds on various parts of their bodies. Steve is then being frogmarched out of the house, two people who could most certainly not contain him on either side. His face is one of pure anger, his fists clenched tightly by his side. He gets onto one of the helicopters, which takes off immediately. Just as you think you've got away with it, you hear a rustle behind you and the sound of air leaving a gun, followed by a very weird feeling dripping through your body.

"You're coming too sunshine." A man's voice says, but it sounds weird. Like you were listening to it through water. You blink heavily a few times and then everything goes black.

–

You wake up in a cold, damp, dark room. The sound of dripping echoing around you. You can feel restraints tied around your wrists and ankles and a feeling of dread ripples through you. Your eyes flicker open and you see her standing in front of you, her deep red hair sticking out amidst the sea of black. She sees you're awake and steps towards you slightly before talking.

"So. Let's hear what you have to say then."