Run Away

Ch 8

Mikeyla was cooking some french fries to eat with their chicken sandwiches she had already done. Bucky was still watching the movie that Mikeyla had called "Terminator". Once it ended, he went to the kitchen

"Should I set the table?" Bucky asked running his hand through his long hair

"Yeah, sure, thanks" Mikeyla answered and smiled. That girl smiles a lot. Bucky thought smiling himself without her noticing

Once they were settled eating, Mikeyla couldn't stand the silence

"So... apart from watching 'Terminator', what else did you do?" she asked

"Nothing much" he said with a shrug. Mikeyla thought quietly about her next question

"Do you... do you remember anything from your past?" she asked carefuly. Bucky looked down "You don't have to answer"

"It's ok" he said "I remember most of the people I killed. I mean, not their names but I remember their faces. They usually come at night" he said guiltily

"It's not your fault, you know?" Mikeyla talked

"It was my finger on the trigger" he argued

"They made you do that" she said "You did good things, when you weren't bainwashed, helped many prisioners, let go of targets... that's why they kept you in cryo-freeze almost all the time" she said casually

"What? How do you know?" Bucky asked suspiciously, Mikeyla froze and cursed herself in her head. Not receiving an instant answer, Bucky got angry. He grabbed Mikeyla's left wrist and squeezed "How. Do. You. Know?!" he demanded

"Ouch" Mikeyla exclaimed looking more offended than hurt

"Answer me!" he yelled with a dark look

"Don't yell at me!" Mikeyla yelled back getting angry herself "I hacked into some files and de-encrypted your leaked files from the deep web before traslating them as best as I could, alright? I wanted to know what you went through so I could know how to help!" she answered

Bucky's eyes softened and his grip on Mikeyla's wrist loosed enough for her to yank her wrist away. She stood up and took her plate to the kitchen sink. Bucky stayed sitting looking down in shame. She had hacked and worked to get information on him to help him, he knew hacking wasn't that easy, it usually took time, and she even took the time to traslate his files. He guessed they were probably in russian or german if they weren't in english. He stood up with his plate and walked into the kitchen to see Mikeyla leaning on the sink with a frown. He put his own plate in the sink and Mikeyla looked up

"I'm sorry" they both of them said at the same time, Bucky frowned in confussion

"What are you sorry for?" he asked in disbelief

"I dug into your life without your permission and I yelled at you. You were obviously angry and I shouldn't have yelled, I just hate people yelling at me and I have a temper. I'm sorry" she said looking up at him with sincerity in her eyes

"You shouldn't be apologizing. I overreacted and I hurt you" Bucky said looking down at her wrist "It's me who is sorry"

"Don't worry about it" Mikeyla said with a smile. Bucky felt a pull towards her, he wanted to hold her, to give her a hug, but at the same time, he was afraid to hurt her like her had already done. Noticing he was kind of staring, he cleared his throat.

"The files..." he said "Can I see them?" he asked

"Do you know German and Russian?"she asked and Bucky smirked

"You would be surprised" he said suddenly getting cocky, a behaviour not normal in the Winter Soldier but definitely normal in Bucky Barnes. Mikeyla smiled

"I have them in my laptop. C'mon" and so she let him read through his file while she washed the dished

Bucky coudln't remember most of it, he could remember being injected things, the feeling of electricity in his body, the feeling of pain, the exhaustation after training, he could maybe remember a face or two but he couldn't remember any dialogs, any names, only one: Zola. He was the one that had started him. He reached the part when it said he was injected with a try of replica of the super soldier serum injected in Captain America. He was the only survivor and the one with more progress. Steve... he thought about his friend. I'm so sorry...

"So, um" Mikeyla's voice caught his attention "I have work today, wanna come with me?"

"You have a job?" he asked in surprise

"I'm insulted by your tone of surprise. I'm not a daddy's girl" she then thought about it "Ok, I kind of am a daddy's girl but I haven't asked him for anything since I moved here, and I'm not planning on it, so I have two jobs actually, one is today"

"Where do you work?" Bucky asked

"In a studio in Amsterdam Av. It's not far from here" she said

"You dance?" he asked

"Again, I'm insulted by your tone of surprise" she said "I give hip hop and ballroom dancing mondays and wednesdays. So, you wanna come with me?"

"I don't know" Bucky answered

"C'mon, it'll be fun" she said "You don't have to dance if you don't want to, and I assure you it'll be more fun than staying here all the evening" he still looked unsure, but then he remembered something

"I used to go to art school" he said as soon as the memory hit him. Mikeyla looked schocked

"Really?"

"I remember being told about us joining the war while I was in class" he said "We were studying ancient art, I remember liking egyptian paitnings... Steve liked greece more"

Mikeyla smiled. He was getting some memories back, maybe because of the lack of electroshocks. This must be what happened whenever he was out of cryo freeze for too long, he started remembering and acting like who he was supposed to be, Hydra broke him but he still had pieces of himself and he was pulling them together again, piece by piece

"Maybe if you come with me you can remember more. I mean, art has changed a little but some things never change, and being around an atmosphere you were familiar with may be helpful" she said

"Yeah, you're right. I'll go" he said

"Great. I'll go get changed" she said and quicklye changed into leggins, a loose tank top and converse. She returned to the living room where Bucky already had put on his jacket and had his cap in his hand "Let's go" she said enthuriastically and walked to the door followed by Bucky