Blizzard

Chapter Eight: On the lam

Once they finished dinner, they decided that if they were going to commit to this 'living on the run' lifestyle for now, they'd have to get supplies. So they left to find the closest shopping center, which was maybe a twenty minute walk away from where they were. They grabbed some clothes they found in the house. A thermal long sleeved shirt with dark jeans for Bucky, and a long white t-shirt and black leggings for Emily. Luckily for them, nearly no one was in store.

"I don't know how long we'll be here so maybe grab enough for a week or two." He continued as he walked toward part of the store. "Meet me by the camping gear in fifteen minutes." 

"You got it." She then made her way to the woman's section and grabbed clothing. 

She knew that there was no way that either of them had any money, so they'd have to manage to get everything out the store without the employees noticing. She grabbed a few t-shirts, shorts, some underwear, a pair of sunglasses, combat boots and a dress. Nothing to fancy, just a simple little black dress in case she needed it, it didn't hurt to take it. She then moved on to grab a bag big enough to fit the clothes and some food things she thought they'd need, that and a watch. She found Bucky where he said to meet; he also had the idea to get a bag to put everything in. 

"You ready?" He asked when she got close to him, he nodded. "Here I'll take your bag, go distract the cashier." She handed him the bag and began to walk to the front, then Bucky walked around to get around to not look suspicious before walking out. 

Emily stopped short when she walked to the cashier however. Not because there was someone there who could give her cover away, it was quite the opposite, there was no one else in the store. She 

"I got a bad feeling about this..." She whispered under her breath. She kept walking to the register, might as well grab some cash before she left. She looked at the magazine rack after grabbing the cash and noticed one of the newspapers on it. It had her's and Bucky's faces on it. "...Shit." She mumbled, grabbing the news paper and stuffing it into her bag with the cash and ran outside of the store. 

She paused and panicked for a minute when she saw all the police outside, then panicked again when she didn't see Bucky anywhere. That's when she got the idea to run, so she did. And she managed to outrun the cops, losing them on the way since she ran past where her and Bucky were hiding out. She then circled back once she thought it was safe to go back. She came through the back door of the house, trying to figure out if Bucky was there.

"Bucky?" She whispered, her voice cracked worry. "Where are you?" She asked walking throughout the house. 

"Yeah I'm here." Bucky responded, seeming to come out of no where. He walked up to her, putting his hands on the sides of her face and looked her over to see if she was hurt. "Are you okay? Did anyone see you come in here?" 

"I'm fine, no one followed me." She said, before leaning into his touch. "We're fine for now."

"We'll have to leave first thing tomorrow morning." Bucky licked his lips in thought before moving his hands away from Emily's face. "It's a good thing I picked this up while we were in the store." He moved to the sofa where he had put their bags and pulled out a box of hair dye. This made Emily raise an eyebrow and subconsciously touch her own hair. 

"I'm not dying my hair, Bucky." She said defensively. 

"It'll keep you from getting recognized as easily." He countered, holding the box out for her to take. 

"Fine." She grumbled. "What color did you get me?" She asked more to herself as she looked down at the box in her hand. "Blonde." She simply stated. "Alright, well this should be fun. What about you?" She noticed he only had one box of hair dye.