Grace's POV

I didn't know for how long we'd been riding. It still didn't feel real, nothing did. It was like I was dreaming a horrible nightmare that didn't seem to end, like I would never wake up. My whole life, the one that had taken so much pain and effort to build, had disappeared in a matter of seconds like it were nothing.

My chest ached at the thought but I kept myself composed, holding onto Bucky's waist as he was probably crossing the speed limit. His bike roared beneath us as the rain poured down onto our soaking wet clothes, drowning us till we could feel the chills running down our spine.

James, or Bucky you might call him, didn't say a word as he drove. He had probably been riding for hours. I saw the sun coming up in the distance, colouring the sky in pink and red. It had been noon when I had entered my house, when I walked right into the trap. Now I could hear the seagulls calling in the distance.

God, I was angry at myself. Not only for believing that I could live a normal life but also for trusting Bucky. He had been there this whole time, watching my every move every day. It scared me, not knowing what he wanted or needed from me. He probably already knew everything there was to know about me. Not that I lived a special life in London. To be honest, I didn't really have any friends back there. Just me, my books and my drawings and the shitty apartment. It was the best I ever had though and now it was all gone.

I was shaken from my thoughts when Bucky pulled up by a gas station, stepping off the bike without as much as a word. He filled the tank with fuel, looking around to search for cameras most likely.

I, on the other hand, was too busy studying him. His long brown hair that was put under his cap, the gloves that were covering his hands even though it was spring. He always wore that cap and gloves back at the park. I never asked why though.

I crossed my arms before my chest and narrowed my eyes at him, trying to find out who he was. I knew that I recognized him from somewhere else but I couldn't quite remember.

"Stay here." Bucky ordered and walked away to pay for the fuel. I wasn't ready to protest, wasn't ready to do anything, really. So I just sighed and plumped down on the pavement, pulling my knees against my chest and burying my head in them.

"You're fine." I whispered to myself. It all came crashing down on me, the fact that I didn't have a home anymore, a bed, clothes, phone, credit card, books or even my education. I lost everything and the only thing I did have was a stranger who was probably dangerous and could kill me any moment.

Let's just say I was fucked. Well not frozen for 70 years and then unfrozen to live in a complete different period with stupid guys that literally make their own enemies that I later on will have to fight fucked, but it was horrible to me.

"They must've gone through here." I heard a voice say in the distance together with cars pulling up. I looked through the mirror on Bucky's bike and saw the big black cars, either government or Hydra, pull up by the gas station a few metres away.

"Fuck." I muttered and looked towards the other side where Bucky had just walked out of the store. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the floor. I quickly hid myself from the men, crawling behind James' bike.

One of the men walked towards me, strangely enough not spotting me. He stood still right on the other side of the bike. If I looked down, I could see his shoes a few inches away from my face. I crawled further against the bike, holding my hand before my mouth to muffle the sound of my breathing. The only thing I could hear was the sound of the vehicles driving on the highway and my own heartbeat thumping wildly.

You're fine, just fine. I kept on telling myself, closing my eyes when I heard the man move a little.

"Is that him?" The man next to me whispered to another a little further away. I directed my gaze to where Bucky was. He was still walking towards us with his gaze fixed on the cement beneath his boots, oblivious to the fact that the Hydra agents were here. "The guy in the red shirt."

"Where's she then?" The agent asked. I could hear them grasping their guns, making my heart skip a beat. Co'mon James, just look the fuck up. I murmured in my head, my hand tightening around my arm. My gaze was still fixed on the man's feet, my hand aching just to grab them and floor him.

There was a moment of silence as the agents were probably looking for me.

"Who the fuck cares, shoot him."

Instinctively my hand shot out and pulled his feet from under his body. I heard the shot being fired nonetheless, immediately crawling away from the man as he recovered from the shock.

"What the fuck-" he murmured, regained balance and then growled when he saw me laying on the ground, staring up at him as his hand glasped around his gun and now directed his attention to me.

"Grace!!!" I heard Bucky yell and then quick footsteps but I was too distracted with the gun being aimed at my face. So I did what came to mind first, throwing my legs up and kicking him just under the knee, a place I learned was very sensitive.

The man doubled over and groaned in pain, the gun flying out of his grasp. His partners were now noticing what was happening and soon enough they had all their guns aimed at me too.

As quickly as I could I grasped the gun from the floor and hid behind one of the pillars that supported the gas station. My shoulder was screaming in pain, feeling like it had fallen off. I groaned and leaned my head back against the pillar while shots were fired all around me.

Until I heard the sound of metal on metal and the colliding of it with skin. Grunts and groans were to be heard paired with gunfire, letting me know that Bucky was fighting. I peeked around the corner and saw him knock one of the five agents out. It scared me how skilled he was, the way he seemed to fight with ease. The scariest thing though was the way that he seemed bored, like this was normal to him. His eyes were unusually dark, not the light blue mixed with green I remembered.

There was one agent behind Bucky that was grasping his gun from the floor. Immediately standing up and ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I ran towards the guy and threw my body at him which made us tumble to the ground.
I grasped his gun quickly and hit him on the side of his head with all the power I had left. He stopped me before I could hit him though, grasping my arm and twisting it so that we turned around and he was now pinning me down.

I pulled my knee up, kicking him right in the nuts. He yelled loudly in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. This gave me the opportunity to wrick my wrist out of his hold. Without thinking clearly, probably acting in fear, I aimed the gun at his chest and shot him. I could feel warm liquid falling down on my shirt while his body fell down on me. I smiled in victory and threw him off of me but that feeling soon faded.

I breathed in slowly, suddenly realizing what I'd done. No, no, no, no. I freaked out inside. I was supposed to help people, heal them. That's why I became a doctor. Not to kill them myself. My hands immediately flew up to his wound and put pressure on them, trying to stop the bleeding. It was hopeless though. I shot him right through his heart.

"I'm so sorry, I..." I stuttered as I looked into the agent's eyes. His eyes looked at me, judging me and blaming me. But they weren't actually looking. They were staring, lifeless, empty. My fingers slowly made its way up to the man's throat to check for any sign of heartbeat. I pressed them against his cold skin, hoping. Co'mon, please don't be dead. I closed my eyes as to concentrate, trying to feel anything.

No... I let out a shaky breath, my eyes never leaving the face of the man. He had blue eyes, probably a wife and kids too. I probably killed a father and a son. I could hear Bucky yelling but it faded into the distance. I looked down at the wound, seeing how blood was pouring out of it quickly.

"Grace!" Bucky's hand grasped my shoulder and tried to pull me up.

"Someone needs to call 999." I said, my gaze fixed on the cement while my hands were still putting pressure on the man's wound.

"We need to go!" Bucky yelled, trying to pull me up to my feet.

"I... I killed him." I whispered and stared at nothing. Even though I could feel his hands on my arms, trying to shake me from the trance I was in, I didn't realize what was actually happening. I didn't realize that my hands were searching his pockets till they found what they were looking for.

"Grace?!" Suddenly my vision cleared when Bucky yanked me up and his voice raised me from my mind and I could see his clear blue eyes looking right into mine.

"Get on the bike." I didn't recognize the wild look in his eyes, the grey that looked like ice cold metal. There was no compassion, no feelings whatsoever in them. He was just a soldier. Made to kill.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." I stuttered, my whole body shaking violently. Bucky got on his bike and held his arm out towards me, pulling me on the bike behind him when I took his hand.

"Hold on!!" He yelled over the roaring off his bike when he took off again, this time even faster than before. A few minutes passed as I held onto him like my life was depending on it. He was the only thing I could hold onto that would keep me from drowning, it seemed. Soon enough though we were being chased again. I could see their black cars speeding on the highway, following us.

"James?!" I yelled when they started to open fire. Bucky didn't reply, instead he raced towards the harbour where a ship was just leaving. I could see the white Cliffs on either side of us.

"Are you crazy?!" I yelled over the roaring of his bike when he raced towards it. "We're never going to make that jump!" The ship was already a few metres from the port. Nevertheless Bucky kept on speeding towards it, grasping his steer even tighter in his hands.

I whimpered and looked back, seeing how fast the cars were approaching us. At first I wanted to jump off the bike and just to let them take me. On second thought though maybe drowning was a better fate than being captured by Hydra. Especially when they were planning on using my research to make even better, or worse, winter soldiers. That's why they were after me, for my research on genetic manipulation. Ever since I was born. God, I hated those Winter Soldiers. One of them killed my parents, one of them made my life a living hell. I didn't know that I was holding onto one of them. The very first, to be exact.

So I held Bucky's waist tighter, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in the back off his jacket, breathing in his scent and listening to his steady heartbeat. It didn't even quicken, not even when I could feel that we were in the air, not even when we were falling back down, not even when bullets flew through the air all around us. There was a loud thump as the wheels of his bike hit the ship.

Bucky immediately pulled the brakes and turned the bike. He and I both looked as the agents all pulled their brakes, their cars stopping right before the edge. They stepped out immediately, pulling their guns from their holsters and aiming at us. Bucky held his arm out in front of me and pulled me behind him, trying to shield me from their guns. They didn't take the shot though. We were too far away.

We were out of their range, out of their grasp.

We made it, for now.