Blood is running down my arms and legs. I'm shaking profusely, and I can't tell if it's from fear or blood loss, or something else. Either way, I'm not going to survive like this. Too much blood loss. I've been left to die. Alone. In a cold cell. Bucky's not here, not that I want him to be. I broke my promise.

My head's swimming and sounds are muffled. I can hear gunshots in the distance, not sure where from, there's screaming, and loud thudding, someone's walkie-talkie was left near me. I can hear frantic Russian voices. Footsteps are coming my way. The door to my cell is broken open, falling to the ground. A blurry figure is walking over to me.

"Hey, c'mon, we're going to get you out of here, kiddo." A deep gravelly voice whispers, gathering me in their arms. I'm too weak to fight them.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask. My voice is raspy, tired.

"Anywhere safer than here, shh, it's okay, I've got you." The voice answers. I'm too tired to open my eyes. I'll just take their word for it. Why are they saving me?

"She's losing too much blood." Another voice comments, "We've gotta get out of here, and fast. They're calling for more people." I squirm in the person's arms, wincing in pain. Everything hurts.

"Hey, shh, shh, I've got you. You're gonna be okay. I've got you, kid."

"Bucky?" It's a stupid thought, but maybe it is him. Maybe he came to his senses and is going to save me. The voice just says silent, telling me it's not him.

"W-who're you?" My voice is shaky.

"Reuben." He answers.

I let my head lay against his shoulder, half-hazardly swinging around.

"Thank you," I mumble.

"Don't thank me just yet, kid," he grunts. I still mumble a thank you.