Bucky was taken off guard by the first motorcycle, but aimed for the German soldier nonetheless. Just as he was about to pull the trigger and end this skirmish once and for all, a name was shrieked into the heavens that caused the man to falter. A name that would forever be etched into Bucky's heart, carved into his very bones. Like a lightning bolt, the second cycle came and Buck watched below as Steve latched onto a woman's hand and leaped onto the back of the newly arriving motor bike.

Though the scene was fleeting and lasted less than a second, it was impossible for Bucky not to recognize the newcomer to the fight. He jumped out of his hiding spot, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and began to sprint down the mountainside.

Well, 'sprint' would be putting it lightly. It was more of a free fall than a run of any sort. With an uneven terrain littered with holes and nooks, one indention after the other threatening to throw him off-balance, it was a miracle from God that the young man didn't end up rolling the rest of the way down the shrub-covered incline, or worse.

"Holy shit!"

"Did you see that?"

"Who was that broad?"

"Who do you think, dumb-ass?"

The soldiers all gawked at the scorched marks in the ground where the tires of the motorbike had been and eventually lifted their gazes to the horizon. The sergeant didn't stick around to stare in awe at the dirt; once he'd reached the group, the man started running down the old, worn road in the direction of his best friend and fiance. 

"Barnes! What the hell are you doing?" One of his men exclaimed behind him. Buck didn't look back; his legs kept moving and his arms kept pumping with each desperate step. "You'll never catch up with them like that!" 

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, the familiar thunder of a speeding truck coming up behind him seemed to ripple through the dried mud beneath Bucky's feet. His first instinct was to grab the rifle thumping against his back and turn to fire at the approaching enemy, but he realized there was no need for it when the United States army logo appeared on the dark green tarp covering the back of the vehicle. It wasn't difficult for Buck to grab hold of the rear-view mirror on the side of the truck's door, pull the flimsy piece of metal open, and take a sit on the passenger's side.

Henry, Angie's favorite soldier (besides himself and Steve), beamed with an ecstatic grin from the driver's seat and slammed his foot on the gas. 

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It didn't take long for Evangeline to catch up with the Hydra soldier. The German's bike must've been damaged in the previous fight; a thin stream of black smoke leaked from a hole in the engine, leaving an easy trail for the duo to follow. When they got close enough to see the fear in the soldier's eyes, the frightened Nazi pulled a pistol from his pocket and began to fire in their direction.

"Duck!" Steve attempted to maneuver his shield between Angie and the rain of bullets, but he wasn't fast enough to deflect them all; She let out a gasp and Steve felt her left shoulder jerk back against his rib cage from the force of the blast. "Evangeline!"

"Don't worry about it! Just hold the handles!" The woman commanded. Before Steve could object, she began to stand up from her seat and left the man with no choice but to obey. By this point, they were less than a yard from the Nazi's bike, practically within arm's reach. They could almost see the nervous sweat dripping down the man's face as he glanced over his shoulder every so often.

"What the hell are you-" Angie didn't wait for Steve to finish his sentence. In one burst of energy, she jumped from the seat of their motorcycle over to the Nazi's ride, landing squarely behind the Hydra soldier. 

"I'll take that!" The woman struggled with the man in front of her for the pistol in his hand, making it nearly impossible for the soldier to both drive and maintain his weapon at the same time. She didn't want to kill the guy, no, that wasn't her intention. But if things continued to escalate, Evangeline could very well not have a choice in that matter.

Steve felt his heart in his throat as he watched the event unfold, cringed with each elbow Angie took to the ribs, winced with each hit Evangeline took to the face. There had to have been some way he could help, something he could do to aid her in this situation. But at the moment, all he could do was watch and stay on the enemy cycle's tail. 

"Hässliches schwein!" The German shouted in frustration.

"I'd leave your mother out of this!" With a grunt of frustration, Evangeline finally managed to pry the gun from his hands. But her victory was short-lived as the man finally lost control. In an instant, the motorcycle's front wheel met a rut in the dirt, sending the two riders head-over-heels like a bucking bronco. For a split second, time seemed to stand still as the woman flew weightlessly through the cold air and somewhere off in the distance Steve shouted her name, though this time his tone wasn't happy at all- it was terrified.

The effect didn't last long as she returned to reality and somersaulted mid-fall. Her back smacked against the hard, dirt road and the gun was knocked from her hands on impact. The hot taste of copper filled her mouth and she knew she'd bit her tongue at some point during the crash. Her ears were ringing like a bell in her brain and her groggy eyes scanned the area for any sign of Steve.

He'd must've been thrown from their own bike as well when he attempted to avoid crashing into the busted Hydra motorcycle, because he lay in a heap on the ground a few yards away. 

"Steve!" She screamed in fear and shakily began to get to her feet. Was he hurt? Did he break a bone? Or his head? Why wasn't he moving? It looked like he was breathing, kind of, that had to have been a good sign, right? The woman couldn't help but be desperately worried for her friend, it was just something she'd grown accustomed to growing up with the little boy from Brooklyn. And now, in the middle of a war where one wrong move could get you killed, it only made her concern grow at an alarming rate.

In response to her pained yell, the captain quickly rolled onto his side to face her and stumbled to his feet as well. A sigh of relief escaped her and she struggled to limp to her friend's side. Maybe he didn't need her protection as much anymore, now that he was just as physically changed as she was. Maybe this was a turning point in their relationship; Evangeline wouldn't have minded. Steve's expression was one of relief as well, until it suddenly wasn't. As if a switch had been flicked, his face altered from an expression of happiness to one of pure terror.

Before she could ask him what was wrong, the sound of a gun rang through the air and Evangeline collapsed to her knees as the Hydra soldier unloaded the rest of his clip on her. He had four bullets left, and each one made their mark.