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Bucky Barnes- On The Run (part 1)

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“Bucky?” you called after you closed the front door.  He had been hiding out at your house for the past three months, doing what he could to help out.  When you did not hear a reply, you got a little worried, thinking that he had gone out for a moment.  People were after him and you didn’t want them to find him, or where he was hiding. You had even told him to be careful before you left.

You walked to the kitchen to drop off the groceries that you had gone out to get, when you saw someone out of the corner of your eye standing in the hallway.  Thinking it was Bucky, you said quietly, “Oh, there you are,” then continued into the kitchen. After a moment you heard footsteps, slowly follow you in. As you placed the groceries on the counter, you told Bucky that you had bought something new and were going to cook it up for dinner.

“What do you think?” you asked, turning around to look at him, only to realize that it wasn’t Bucky you had been talking to. “Who are you?” you asked.  The man did not answer. He just looked at you. “Get out of my house!” you panicked, picking up your phone, just in case you had to call the police.

“Where is Mr. Barnes?” the man asked.  He spoke with a slight German accent and much conviction.  Bucky had told you that if anyone came looking for him, tell them that you don’t know who or what they’re talking about, unless they threatened or hurt you, then tell them anything they needed to know.

You tried to explain that you didn’t know who Bucky, or ‘Mr. Barnes’ was, but he cut you off, “We heard you call out for him.”

“W-we?” you stuttered.

“The walls have ears, Ms. (y/l/n).  Now tell us where he is,” he took a step closer.

“How do you know my name?”

“We take our research very seriously, madam, now where is he?” he took another step closer and you took one away.  You began to dial on your phone but he snached it out of your hand.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about…”  you wanted to call for Bucky again but you knew you couldn’t.  Then man threatening you would know that you knew Bucky and possibly where he was.  He repeated his question and you told him the same thing: I don’t know.  He advanced on you, slowly, until you bumped up against the counter.  You heard a door open down the hall.

“(y/n)?  Are you home?” asked a groggy sounding Bucky.  He must have been asleep when you got home.

The intruder moved quickly to your side then placed a gun to your head.“Choose your words wisely,” he threatened in your ear.

You swallowed loudly, nodded, then answered, “Yeah.”

You could hear Bucky move slowly down the hall. “Do you need any help putting away the groceries?”

Your stomach dropped.  You needed him to come and help you but you couldn't tell him to. You had to lie to him. “No, it’s okay, Buck.  Why don’t you just go back to bed?” your voice was shaky and audibly scared. The gun pressed harder against your head.  You heard Bucky stop walking.

“Are you alright, honey?” he asked, sounding worried.

You choked back tears as you lied to him again. “Yes,” your voice cracked.

“Sweetheart, you don’t sound okay,” he insisted, gently, sounding worried.  He began walking down the hall, a little faster now. The gun dug deeper into you head.

“I’m fine!” you responded, voice shaking with fear. “Just go back to bed.”

“I can’t do that now, sweetie.  You’ve got me worried.” A hand wrapped around your throat, choking you.  You grabbed at it, trying to move it so you could breathe.

“No,” you gasped, trying to tell him to stop, “no Bucky, run.” You pushed against the man’s hand, and ducked just in time.  The gun fired above you just as Bucky came running into the kitchen. You were on you hands and knees, gasping for air. He took out the man and knelt down beside you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, holding you at arm’s length, looking you up and down, searching for injuries.  You nodded and he pulled you in close, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant for this to happen.” he whispered. “I love you.  I’m so sorry.” he gently kissed the top of your head over and over again. You sat there in eachothers arms, silently for a long time until, once again, Bucky spoke softly, “It’s no longer safe for us here.”