Taken. (A Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes story)

Chapter 1

A/N

Before you start reading this I'd like to thank professional_dreamer for inspiring me to write this story. She's an amazing author and I hope this story is even half as good as hers when I'm done. So thank you for inspiring me to write this.

The beginning is really bad and I'm sorry but it gets better, trust me.

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Bucky looked down at Steve as he lay in the dirt by the edge of the water. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back." He whispered.

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Three weeks later

Bucky had been on the run for three weeks now, he had been tracked down by HYDRA after the helicarriers had gone down. He'd managed to make it to West Virginia with them on his tail. He'd gotten only a few days of sleep the first week and hardly anymore the second and third week. He'd managed to swipe meager servings of food from gas stations and grocery stores. He'd lost fifteen pounds and hadn't shaved his face in four weeks. He was emaciated and shaggy looking. Many times while walking down the street, rich teenagers dressed like thugs had called him tramp and had thrown their garbage at him as he walked pass with his head down and shoulders slumped. He took the beatings silently and tried not to draw any attention to himself. Bucky had made it to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania before HYDRA managed tracked him down. 

They had been watching every CCTV camera in New York, Massachusetts, and Pennsylvania before they found him sleeping on a park bench in Harrisburg. A few hours later while Bucky was walking around a parking garage looking for a vehicle to steal, he saw the familiar, black SUV that was a favorite among HYDRA. He looked around and spotted a silver, 2003 Nissan. The owner had foolishly left it unlocked. Bucky quickly tore off the panel under the steering column and took his stolen knife out of his pocket, jamming it in the ignition and turning it as far over as he could using his mechanical arm. He found the two wires that would start the engine, striped them, and wrapped them together, starting the car. He sat down in the drivers seat and drove out of the parking garage.

He had no idea where HYDRA would be. He had lost them when he hot-wired the car, but he knew they were close. He was constantly looking in his mirrors and out of his windows. During one of his frequent checks of his rear view mirror, Bucky saw the SUV coming up behind him at the intersection. He flicked his eyes forward and tried to steady his labored breathing and pounding heart. Bucky prayed they wouldn't see him. They knew he could hot-wire a car, they had retaught him after they wiped him the first time in the forties. Bucky made sure to keep his left hand off the steering wheel. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and a jacket but his metal hand was still exposed. When the light turned green, he drove across the intersection, turned right on a side street and drove down as far as he could and then turned left onto a one way street. He didn't see HYDRA's SUV following him and relaxed in his seat. He drove to the boarder of the state, parked the car at a rest stop and spent the night sleeping in his stolen car.

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Three months later

Bucky had had many run ins with HYDRA. On one occasion, two agents had cornered him in an empty parking lot. He got away with a bullet wound to his left leg and a deep cut in his right cheek where a stray knife had grazed him. Once in northern West Virginia he had stopped at a gas station to fill up his new stolen car, a black Dodge Charger. He had walked inside to use the bathroom and when he came back out he saw the black SUV across the street at the red light. Bucky's heart began to race and his breathing became shallow. He jogged back inside and waited a few minutes before he went back out to his stolen car. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no other cars that looked like HYRDA's. He got in and drove away, heading for Georgia where he could wait a few months for HYDRA to give up on him. 

However, near the southern tip of West Virginia, he found himself surrounded by six HYDRA SUVs. Two in front, two in the back, and one on each side of him. Bucky knew there was no way he could get out of this, if he managed to pull over there was no way he could fight them off, he had lost thirty pound over the four months he'd been on the run. If he managed to to get out of their box of cars they'd just follow him where ever he went. The only way Bucky could get out of this was to crash and take out as many HYDRA vehicles as he could, and maybe he would be lucky enough to die during the crash. He looked to the left and right and then swerved to the right side near the woods, crashing into the SUVs  and went spinning and flipping into the ditch. Bucky's car flipped twice in the air and landed on its roof in the water filled ditch. HYDRA's SUV spun out and rolled on it's side. Not even a minute later, Bucky's car was surrounded by agents with guns trained on his chest. His last thought before he lost consciousness was him hoping they would just kill him rather than take him back.

Bucky opened his eyes and heard the familiar sound of police sirens, he groaned in pain as the full force of the impact hit him. He felt the blood trickling from his eyebrow down into his hair and he tasted the iron tange of blood in his mouth. With difficulty, he unbuckled his seat belt and fell on his head, causing his ears to ring and his vision to go bleary, and crawled out of the broken window. Bucky looked around and saw no HYDRA agents, he did however, see a swarm of police cars and ambulances heading his way. The only escape were the trees behind him. He turned around and darted into the brush having no idea where he was going or what to do next, he just knew he had to get out of there before HYDRA came came back for him.