Taken. (A Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes story)

Bucky had been on the run for three weeks now, he had been tracked down by HYDRA after the helicarriers had gone down. He'd managed to make it to West Virginia with them on his tail. Bucky had gotten only a few days of sleep the first week and hardly any the second and third week. He'd managed to swipe meager servings of food from gas stations and grocery stores and had lost fifteen pounds. He was emaciated and shaggy looking. Many times while walking down the street looking for a safe place to sleep, rich teenagers dressed like thugs had called him tramp and had thrown their garbage at him as he walked pass with his head down and shoulders slumped. Bucky took the beatings silently and tried not to draw any attention to himself. He had made it to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania before HYDRA managed tracked him down again.