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"Dammit." I cursed and looked as the phone buzzed and then told me that I had to wait another 15 minutes till I could try again.

After falling asleep on the bed, I had been sleeping for almost four hours till I awoke because of an horrible nightmare. I sneaked out of the house, noticing that Bucky was asleep and sprawled across the couch with his arms folded before his chest.

It was a miracle that I hadn't awoken him. If I do say so myself, I am quite light on my feet. Not because of a good reason though. That reason being because I was always sneaking downstairs in the night to steal some more sweets from the top drawer.

After sneaking out of the house I walked through the park, mostly listening to the owls and the crickets in the bushes. It was quite peaceful and the sky had finally cleared so I could see the stars. I sat down on one of the benches near a playing ground and took the phone of the man out of my pocket.

Ever since then I've been trying different passwords, each one failing. Again and again. I tried for around 4 hours straight, I could see the sun coming up through the thick forest.

I didn't really know what I wanted to do when I did guess the password, I also didn't really know what I wanted to find. I guess it was my way to avoid the simple truth that I killed someone.

When the 15 minutes passed I began to think differently. Maybe it was the year in which Hydra was founded, which was 1938. When I tried though the phone buzzed again.

"Goddammit, seriously?" I groaned and bit on the inside of my cheek. Typical Hydra agent, what would someone like him have as a password? Not his birth year, not that of his father or mother.

His kids. My eyes lit up at the thought. They must've been, what, around 7? Which means they were born around...

2009. I typed but the phone buzzed again. 2010 maybe?

"Finally!" I cheered quietly, throwing my hands up in victory and then stared at the menu. Yeah, what now? I searched through his phone and eventually arrived at his messages. There was one in particular that caught my attention.

Code 2475

The gas station close by the harbour.
Both fugitives wanted alive. (Male is dangerous (part of Project Insight) use seductive before engaging target) Use force if necessary. Deliver to headquarters, dc.

-DW

I frowned and looked up from the phone. Project Insight? I knew I had heard it somewhere before but I couldn't remember. Was Bucky really that dangerous, that they have to use seductive beforehand?

After I had tried to find other messages which weren't there, I read the message over and over again, trying to understand. DW, I knew he would be leading this mission, especially because I'm involved.

"Grace?!" I looked up from the phone and noticed that the sun was already up, the light shining into my eyes and blinding me for a few seconds. What I also hadn't noticed was that people were out of their beds, chatting away as they were walking through the park.

"Grace!!" I cursed under my breath and stood up. Nerves wrecked my body immediately, I knew Bucky wasn't going to be happy with the fact that I had left the cabin.

Soon enough I saw him turn around the corner quickly, almost tripping over his own feet as he ran towards me.

"James?" My voice stuttered when he kept on running. The thing that made me afraid was the look on his face, the face of an assassin that was ready to kill.

"Get down!!!" He yelled when he was still a few yards away from me.

"What?" I frowned and looked around, only then noticing the men that were running after him. "Fucking-" Bucky wrapped his arm around my waist and forced me to slightly bow down, dragging me away from the bullets.

"They found us." He said when we were hiding behind one of the cabins.

"You don't say." I looked around the corner and immediately pulled back again when the bullets began soaring through the air right next to my head.

"We need to get back to the bike." Bucky stated while loading his gun. He looked around the corner and started shooting, each bullet sending a jolt through my body in shock.

"Do you really have to shoot them?" I yelled over the gunfire before Bucky dragged me away and towards the fences of the park where we had entered.

"Climb over, I'll cover you!" Bucky yelled over the sound of his gun, hiding behind a tree and every so often appearing from behind it to shoot some of the men that were coming at us.

I immediately climbed over the fence, well, I wouldn't exactly call it climbing since I fell face-first but at least I was over it. As the bullets shot around me I yelled for Bucky to follow me.

He did, but as he was climbing over the fence one of the bullets hit him. He screamed in pain, falling down on the ground with his hand glasped around his waist.

"James?!" I knelt down beside him, looking down at his wound as I was trained to. It hadn't hit any of his primal organs, only nearly grazed his stomach. My medical observation was soon interrupted though as bullets soured through the air right next to my head.

"Get the bike." Bucky said through his gritted teeth, taking his gun in his hand.

I didn't need for him to say anything else. So I sprinted towards the bike, catching the keys he had thrown me and starting it up, hearing the engine roar beneath my fingers.

It wasn't long till Bucky caught up and climbed on the bike before me, riding away from the gunfire. It didn't take long for us to reach the highway, the wind flowing through my hair as I was glasping onto Bucky with my face buried in his jacket.

~

"Well, he didn't hit any important organs or veins but it is going to take some time to heal." I examined his wound after a long day of riding. We had found a place to sleep in yet another bungalow park, luckily this one had a first aid kit stuffed away in one of the bottom drawers.

I had forced him to sit down on one of the chairs in the room, pulling one close to his for me to sit on. When he started to protest I threatened to hit him with a frying pan, at which he looked at me with a confused glance. Later I realised that I threatened somebody who was way stronger than I am and could take out 5 professionals in a matter of seconds, probably more. He did sit down eventually so, 1-0 for Grace Adams.

"But I need to get the bullet out." I looked up at him for his consent. Bucky only sighed, leaning back on the chair with his shirt off. That I also had to force him to do. He only did reject to uncover his left arm, no matter what I tried. I didn't know why but brushed it off anyway, knowing that I didn't need to get on his left side.

It did took a lot of willpower to not glower at his chest, especially with the amount of muscles that he had. Instead I looked at the hole in his body where there was still a lot of blood flowing out. Call it the determination of a doctor. To be honest, trying to patch him up like that, it got my mind off of things. I had something to focus on, something I could do and knew I would succeed in.

"If only I had the same equipment as in London." I sighed. The only thing I had for him to lower his pain was some painkillers which wasn't enough at all. He didn't move a muscle though making me wonder what kind of torture he'd been through.

Soon enough though the bullet was removed and I managed to stop the bleeding. "Booyah!" I cheered when I finished patching him up. "Maybe all those years spend in books have some use after all!" I looked up at him with a smile plastered on my face. Only he wasn't that happy, he was staring at the fire that he had started in the fireplace.

"James?" I asked hesitantly.

"I just don't understand." He bit on his lips and looked everywhere but at me. "How did they find us that quickly?"

I put another bloody cloth in a bucket of water next to me which was already deep red with blood. "Security cameras?" I suggested and he shook his head no, murmuring about something that he had checked it all. "Undercover agents?" He shook his head no again.

"They wouldn't be searching in a bungalow park, especially when there are so many in this area." He said with a frown on his face.

"Maybe they've been on our tail from the start." I shrugged and cleaned the rest of his chest with a new cloth.

"No, wouldn't be possible."

"Well, it's not like people here know our faces that well. We're not some famous assassins that have posters of theirselfs hung up in every corner." I huffed. I looked up at his face when he didn't say anything in return. "Wait, you aren't some famous assassin that has wanted posters and everything, are you?"

He shook his head no but then his eyes lit up. "They must've put some kind of tracking device on us." He grasped my waist and turned me around before I could register what he was doing. He ripped the bandage off my shoulder, his cold hand grazing my swollen skin.

"What are you doing?!" I protested and tried to swat his hand away from the wound.

"Some of their bullets have tracking devices inside them. It would explain how they found us." I could feel his fingers touching the open wound. It was enough for me to stand up angrily with my hand covering my shoulder.

"It only grazed me, dammit. I cleansed the wound already." I said as I tried to cover the now bleeding wound with the ripped bandage again. "Now look at what you've done!" I ripped the rest of the bandage off and threw it in the bucket. "It was one of my masterpieces." I mumbled and pouted as I looked at the blood that was now dripping down.

"Grace." Bucky's stern voice brought me back to reality again.

"What?!" I huffed and looked back at him. He seemed angry, staring at the pocket of my trousers. Shit. All the colour drained from my face as I looked down also, seeing the now dead agent's phone stuffed in my pocket.

"What's that?" He spoke slowly and clearly, standing up from the chair I forced him to sit on and stalked towards me.

"It's uuh..." I stammered, frightened by the look on his face. "It's my med kit, you know, for medicine." I chuckled nervously and walked backwards, away from him.

"Then why does it have a camera?" He lowered his voice even more, sending chills up my spine.

"It's a new model." I swear he could hear me swallow under his threatening gaze.

He extended his arm towards me and opened his hand. "Give it here" he ordered. I shook my head no and continued to back away from him, tears already forming in my eyes.

"I won't ask you again." His eyes were stripped of any emotion whatsoever. I was stubborn though, always have been.

I put my hand over my pocket protectively. "It's the only thing he had left and I can't-" I ranted but was interrupted when Bucky suddenly dashed forward and ripped the phone out of my pocket.

"No, don't!" I yelled but it was already too late, he had thrown the phone inside the fire and was now watching how it melted and cracked. I tried to snatch it out of the heat but he stopped me before I could even could reach it, grasping my waist and nearly throwing me back.

"Do you have any idea how stupid you've been?!" He yelled at me. "They can track his phone, dammit!" He grasped my wrist and pulled me towards the door rather forcefully. "We have to go now, they probably already know we're here."

"No!!!" I yelled and yanked my wrist out of his hold, glaring at him when he turned around to meet my eyes. I didn't care that he was stronger, I didn't care about how dangerous he was. "Stop telling me what to do! Stop dragging me around like I'm some lost pup and stop treating me like a goddamn child!"

"You could've known that they would track us using that device. Hell, even a child could've known!"

"I don't care!" I yelled back angrily with my fists clenched beside me. "I killed that man, I had to at least-"

"You've got to be kidding me." Bucky grunted and started pacing in front of me.

"Well I'm sorry I can't just go around and kill people without feeling any regret about it." I crossed my arms before my chest, glaring up at his emerald eyes.

"You don't know how I feel."

"Exactly! That's the problem here James, I don't know who you are, I don't know what you've done, I don't know what on earth you could possibly want from me and why in hell you'd drag me around!"

"My name is Bucky." He huffed and leaned against the doorpost, closing his eyes.

"Thanks for the information, pall, how about the 4 or 5 other questions I just asked?" I looked at him expectantly but he only turned away, walking towards his bike with the keys dangling between his fingers.

"We have to go, they're probably not far behind." He said as he fastened the straps of his backpack on his shoulders. The moonlight allowed me to see his features, allowed me to see the concern on his face.

Glancing back at the melting phone I wondered whether or not I should follow him. He did protect me, if he wanted me dead he'd probably have killed me already. He wasn't HYDRA either, which is more than I could hope for. The only problem was that I didn't know anything about him.

"Why is HYDRA after you anyway?" I realized I had made a mistake, a big one at that. Bucky was only trying to help me. I knew I should've been grateful, all that was left for me to do was follow him and hope that he'd open up to me.

"Past caught up with me." He said, offering his arm to help me climb on the bike behind him which I did.

"Same here."