Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 20

"Cara, run!"

I sprinted through the halls of a unfamiliar building, my gun in hand. Gunfire sounded from somewhere below me, and my feet began moving even faster. They had a mind of their own.

"BUCKY!"

I heard my own voice echo through the building, and I skidded to a stop. Suddenly, a group of men dressed in all black stormed into the hallway, all toting massive guns. I turned my head to the left, and my eyes widened as I saw the familiar glint of a metal arm.

I ran into the room where Bucky stood by a broken window, shattered glass surrounding him, and slammed the door behind me.

"Jump out onto the next building," he yelled. "Run as fast as you can."

"No!" I protested. "Go! I'll hold them off."

"Cara-"

"Bucky, go!"

He rushed over to me and kissed me quickly, leaving my mouth stinging.

"I love you."

The thundering footsteps grew closer and I pushed him back towards the window.

"I love you," I said weakly. "I'll find you, I promise."

"Cara-"

"Go!"

The door flew open suddenly, and Bucky disappeared out the window.

***

"Cara, what are you doing here?"

I shot awake, almost falling out of the chair I sat in. It felt like someone was splitting my skull with an axe, and I groaned quietly.

"Cara?" Steve called out again and I held up my index finger.

The pain passed eventually, and I sat back up so that I could see him.

"Morning," I grimaced.

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "What are you doing here?"

I glanced at my surroundings, and sighed when I saw the sun rising out the window of the lab. "What time is it?"

"Half past seven," he replied. "Again, what are you doing here?"

I picked up the piece of paper I'd taken from Tony's desk several hours before. I handed it to Steve.

"Did you know about this?" I asked quietly.

He took it from me and read it, his eyes flicking up to mine. "No."

"Didn't think so," I muttered, standing up and plucking the paper from his hands.

"Cara, don't do anything stupid," he said warningly.

"I'm not going to be stupid, I'm going to have a conversation with my dear brother."

I stomped out of the lab and up towards Tony's room. When I reached it, I burst through the door. As I expected, he was still sound asleep in bed, and I approached the side of it with a pillow from the couch in my hand unoccupied with the paper.