Chapter Six

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 "Take this." I say, handing Bucky some clothes to change into. "My bathroom is right over there." I point towards the bathroom, Bucky walks in and closes the door. I get some clothes from my closet and get changed. I walk out and Bucky's standing in my living room, staring at a picture of me and Nat on from last year's Halloween party at Stark's. I was dressed as The Tenth Doctor and Nat was dressed as Steve. 

        "Who are you dressed as?" He asks. 

        "Oh its The Doctor, he's a character from a tv show." I explain, he looks at me confused. "It's hard to explain." I laugh. "We need to leave soon, I'll pack some things." I get out an old shoebox and take out the wad of money and throw some clothes for Bucky and I into a backpack.

        "Is that gonna be enough?" He asks, looking at the small bag. 

        "I have money in there, we can buy more clothes and things if we need to." I answer, we get on my motorcycle and set off. After a few hours and a stop for lunch, we make it to a motel. 

        "Why don't we go somewhere nicer..." Bucky says, eyeing the motel. 

        "Rule number one of going into hiding, never go somewhere nice, there's camera's and room service. I'll go check us in." I walk up to the half-asleep man at the front desk and get our room key, I turn around to see a man put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Oh no." I think, just as I suspected, Bucky turns around and pushes the man off. "Bucky!" I shout, putting a hand on his arm and lowering it. "I'm sorry sir, he's... jumpy." I lead Bucky away and bring him to our room. 

        "I'm sorry about that." He mumbles. 

        "It's okay, you're still somewhat under HYDRA's control, it'll go away soon." I get out some scissors and a washcloth. "I'm gonna need to clean you up." I explain, he sits down and I stand in front of him, washing the blood and dirt off his face. I grab a comb from my bag and some scissors and comb through his tangled hair, cutting it to look like his old haircut. "There, maybe that'll trigger something." I stand back, handing him a hand mirror. He takes the mirror and stares at himself for a while. 

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