Run Away

Ch2

"So, this week I want you to make an investigation on how society has evolved since the colonies. It must be at least 10 pages long and I want it printed. Class dismissed"

Mikeyla walked away from her last class, it had been a long day and she wanted to just go home and sleep, but she knew she had to do her homework first

"Mikeyla!" Someone called making her stop and turn waiting for the guy to catch up to her

"Hey, what's up?" She greeted politely

"Hi, um, nothing much, uh, I just, um" he kept stuttering "You going home, need a ride?"

"I'm good, thanks though" she said smiling "See you tomorrow"

"Uh, yeah, sure" the guy replied and saw her leave. Poor guy, couldn't even talk properly to a pretty girl, and he wasn't handsome either, not ugly but not handsome. Still, Mikeyla was always nice to people, at least with those who were nice to her.

Mikeyla walked to the parking lot and placed her bag on the back seat of her car. She owned an electric blue volvo 2007 s40, it wasn't fancy but she liked it, she had bought it herself. She got into the driver's seat and sped off towards her apartment. She had managed to find a place in Manhattan, she was comfortable and safe, her father insisted she took a gun (9mm) and pepper spray with her and she knew self defense and how to fight, so she didn't worry much about petty criminals. She tended to pick fights when she was in kindergarden so martial arts were the answer to help her canalize her temper, she was completely calm by the time she was 16.

As she got into her bulding, she greeted the man in the front desk and took the elevator to the 4th floor where her apartment was. Her daily routine wasn't that busy; get up, go to school, get back, do homework, go to work on mondays, tuesdays and wednesdays, get back home, eat something, take a shower and go to sleep. Simple life. Sometimes she stayed up late to finish homework, sometimes she called or got calls from her family, but other than that, her life was pretty normal.

That day in particular, she felt something in the pit of her stomach, like something was going to happen. She finished her homework early so she decided to go to the gym down the street to work out a little, she ran some laps, punched the punching bag, stretched and before she knew it, it was getting dark outside so she decided to go back home. She took her duffelbag and hid her gun with her jacket, just in case. She suddenly bumped into a man that was running

"Hey" she complained as they bumped. Before she could react, the man pulled her into an alley and pinned her against the wall putting his hand over her mouth. Without him knowing, Mikeyla had taken the gun and aimed at him, she didn't shoot but she aimed just in case. The man only stayed there and brought his index to his mouth telling her to be quiet, she had no other option. Two pairs of running feet sounded close to them, but Mikeyla and the man were hidden in the shadow of the alley

"Where did he go?" A male voice asked sounding exhausted

"I don't know" the other answered

"Damn him! We'll never catch him!" The first man complained

"We have to" the other man said

"He's a fucking assasin running away, he literally has nothing. How can we not catch him?" Mikeyla tensed up and the man holding her noticed, he felt a bit embarassed of the stranger girl finding out he was an assasin, he was tired of people being afraid of him

"He'll make a mistake sooner or later" the man said "You shot him, right?"

"Yeah, but he'll heal"

"Not by himself, he needs at least a first aid kit or a hospital, lets look around those" With that the men walked away.

The man holding Mikeyla waited until the men were far enough, in the meantime, Mikeyla studied the man. He was way taller than her, she barely reached his shoulders, he was wearing a cap but she could tell he had long dark hair, his eyes were blue but he never focused on her, he always looked around, he was growing a beard and looked dirty and tired, still he looked strong and intimidating. When he let go of her and stepped back, she was able to see blood on his side and he was able to see her gun aimed at him. He didn't make a move, waiting to see her reaction, he quickly studied her, not so tall, maybe 5'2", she wasn't skinny but curvy and she had a duffel bag which meant she could be strong and knew how to fight, but he could take her

"You're hurt" she said, it wasn't a question. The man only frowned at her, she put her gun back in between her pants and her jacket "They will be looking for you. I have a first aid kit in my apartment, it's not far from here" the man continued frowning in confussion. Mikeyla started walking away and turned to check if he was following, he wasn't "Well, c'mon. Let's get you patched up"

Hesitantly the man started following her, he was tired and wanted rest, besides he was hurt and needed to heal before being able to fight again, the girl in front of him had offered to help and, although he wasn't sure whether to trust her or not (given that she pointed a gun to him), he followed

"So, what's your name, stranger?" she asked as she walked slightly in front of him

He struggled to answer, the museum in DC said his name was James Buchanan Barnes, the man in the helicarrier -Steve- called him Bucky, he didn't know which one to use, he wondered in she knew about him back in the forties, what if she knew who he was? what if she was someone he couldn't trust? He didn't answer, it might have been unpolite but he didn't care, he was not giving away his name just like that, specially when it didn't exactly feel like his. Mikeyla only glanced at him, she was sure he heard her but didn't push it, she didn't know why she offered to help him on the first place, but she was not regretting it so far.

There wasn't anyone in the lobby of the building when they arrived, it made Bucky uneasy, thinking it may be a trap, but he continued following the girl, as soon as she opened her apartment, Bucky started scanning the place, the first thing he saw was the living room, it looked like no one else lived with her

"Sit in the couch, I'll get the first aid kit" Mikeyla said and went to her bedroom to retrieve the first aid kit. Bucky looked around, the place was nice, it looked a little old but unused, she probably hadn't live there for long. He took off the backpack from his back wincing quietly at the movement on his side, he put the backpack in the ground by the wall and stood in the middle of the room. Mikeyla came back and saw him standing, she put the first aid kit in the table and gestured for him to sit down. Hesitantly, he did. She then slowly moved his jacket away, Bucky tensed but didn't stop her. She then lifted his shirt slightly to see the wound, it was only about two inches from the edge of his torso so the bullet had managed to go through. Mikeyla contemplated the best angle to stitch him and decided she needed him to lay down

"I need you to take off your jacket and lay down" she spoke. Bucky did as she said careful so she couldn't see his metal arm. Once he was laid in the couch, Mikeyla lifted his shirt just enough to see the wound "Ok, this is gonna sting"

Bucky felt the pain of the alcohol in his wound and also the pain of the stitches, but he didn't show it, instead, he watched the girl helping him, trying to decide if she was a threat or not, thinking on the many ways he could kill her if she tried something. He felt tired and his eyelids started feeling heavy, but he refused to sleep without being sure if he was in danger or not. Finally, Mikeyla finished stitching him and putting the bandage

"All done" she said "Don't move or the stitches will break. I'll be right back" she stood up taking the first aid kit back to her room

Bucky followed her with his eyes, he relaxed when he felt healed and not threatened anymore. He thought that now wasn't a good time to sleep, he needed to leave as fast as possible, but his body was too exhausted.

Mikeyla came back to see him passed out in the couch, she smiled slightly, he looked like he needed rest. Going to her closet, she took out an extra blanket and put it over him before going to her room to sleep herself.