Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Pursuit

Bucky's POV

I decided as Peggy left that if I waited any longer, there was the chance they'd wipe me and then I wouldn't remember her anymore - and I didn't want to take that chance; I'd lost her once, I wasn't going to lose her again.

I followed Peggy from the rooftops, losing her several times as she evaded pursuit from everyone except me - but only because I knew where she was heading. Most of the ballet troupes stayed in an apartment building not far from the theater; I'd seen her walking near it with the other members of her troupe.

I watched the windows, thanking my lucky stars when the dim corridor light illuminated a room on one of the upper middle floors, showing me which window was hers. There were no other lights were on in the whole building; that had to be it.

I quickly made my way to the roof of her building, letting myself in the unlocked roof access door that was meant for the tenants but was convenient for my purposes. I silently made my way down to her floor, the lock on her hallway door a joke, taking only a few moments to pick; no one saw me as I crept into her suite.

The first room I checked wasn't hers; there was another, older woman sleeping alone in it that had also been at the practices I'd watched. I set off a sleeping gas ball in her room, making certain to shut the door silently behind me as I walked back out.

I could smell Peggy's perfume, so I knew I had to be getting closer to her. A second bedroom showed me that I'd found her, but she shared it with the redhead I'd often seen her with. I set off another sleeping gas ball, rolling it towards the redhead; holding my breath as the gas started spewing out. I silently crept in and covered Peggy's face with her blanket to keep the gas from affecting her; I just wanted the other woman to sleep, not Peggy.

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Sarah's POV

I was having an incredibly vivid dream - that Bucky was back in DC with me, sleeping in my bed - but it wasn't the Bucky I met today, though, it was Steve's Bucky from 1945. I had my head on his chest and I could hear his heartbeat. I could even smell his distinctive scent and feel his lips on mine.

I frowned as my hands met with something other than skin, and it took my tired brain a moment to realize it was metal and leather; I'd have thought we'd have been naked in that kind of dream. I had forgotten to eat before I went to bed - but usually my dreams still weren't that vivid.

Sighing, I went to roll over only to realize I couldn't move; my eyes snapped open and I froze, breathing hard - I wasn't alone in my bed after all.

"Bucky? What are you doing here?"

I was impressed that my voice held none of the panic I felt right now. Somehow, Bucky had found my room and made his way in without waking up Natasha, which was a feat in itself; she slept so lightly I'd almost gotten myself shot more than once for getting up early in the morning to get a drink or use the bathroom.

"She won't wake until morning," he murmured so quietly I could barely hear him. "I had to see you, Peggy; I shouldn't have let you leave earlier. Besides, it's after midnight, so it's tomorrow now."

I blinked at his justification before looking over at Natasha, who was still sleeping peacefully...wait, why was she still sleeping? "Bucky, what did you do?"

He pulled me back down next to him, settling me in his arms. "Just a little sleeping gas."

"Hmmm." Oh boy, this sure was gonna be a fun explanation when Natasha woke up in a little while; she wouldn't be out for very long, so I needed to find out why Bucky was here before then. "That explains why I thought I was having such a vivid dream; sleeping gas doesn't effect me otherwise."