43. Running

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Bucky walked towards Natasha and Koven, now in character himself.

As he approached them, instead of walking around, he bumped into Natasha hard, pushing her in to Koven.

Bucky watched Natasha take advantage of her fall and quickly grab the memory stick from Koven's pocket while he was still in shock.

Bucky quickly looked at Koven.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir, I'm very clumsy", he said politely.

Bucky then turned to Natasha.

"And to you miss, I really must apologise, maybe a dance would make up for my mistake?" He asked holding his hand out.

Natasha brushed herself off before accepting his hand.

"Yes, I think a dance would be wonderful", she smiled.

The pair walked towards the dance floor, leaving Koven alone.

Once on the dance floor, Bucky held his arms out for Natasha to walk in to.

Natasha did so before placing her spare hand on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky began to lead Natasha around the floor, thankful he was now holding her rather that Koven.

He looked over Natasha's shoulder to see Koven still brushing himself off.

"It won't take him long to notice", Bucky said quietly.

Natasha nodded.

"We already have his bodyguards watching us", she pointed out.

Bucky counted the men, all armed with guns.

"As soon as we run out the door, we'll have to run", Bucky said.

Natasha nodded.

"We'll have at least eight armed men after us", she informed.

Bucky smiled.

"We could take them", he said confidently.

Natasha laughed.

"Not in these shoes", she joked.

James laughed and smiled when he felt Natasha press her head into his shoulder.

Something just felt natural about him having Natasha in his arms.

"Did we used to go dancing?" He asked quietly.

"Occasionally", Natasha answered smiling.

James smiled.

After a few moments Natasha suddenly stood up and spoke in his ear.

"The bodyguards are pointing at us, we need to go", she said seriously.

James nodded.

"Alright, as soon as we get out that door, we run", he said as he began leading her out the party.

The second the pair stepped out of the building they started sprinting down the quiet road.

Neither of them let go of the others hand.

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