Summary: After a run-in with the Romanian Mafia, a stranger provides you with protection.
Pairing: BuckyxReader
Word Count: 1,457
Warnings: Some violence (not overly graphic)
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Tags: @disneychic8 @ems-alexandra
“How much longer?” you whispered, trying to peer out the cracks of the door. You grazed his arm by accident as you watched the men at the end of the street. Bucky’s hand slid down your arm. A wave of peace washed over you as you felt him breathing down your neck. It was a really small closet.
“When we are able to get out without causing trouble.” He kept his eyes looking outside. “It’s clear.” Bucky cracked the door open, scanning the perimeter before taking your hand and pulling the both of you outside and out of the alley.
At the end of the alley, Bucky pressed himself against the wall, and you followed suit. He peaked around the corner, pulling his head back when he looked at you. “The guards are there. Let’s move up.”
“Up?”
He nodded his head toward the case of stairs in front of you. “You go first.”
You agreed, then ran up the stairs, cautiously watching every movement around you. There was a parade on the street, and most people were occupied watching it. You spotted some suited men, but they gazed at the parade distractingly. At the top of the stairs, you crouched down behind a small wall.
Bucky slid beside you, causing you to jump. “Hey, it’s just me. I think one of the guys spotted me so they might be on their way up.”
“Shoot,” you muttered, looking at the rooftop you sat on. “Okay, how about we head to the other rooftops. We can jump farther, right? They can follow us that much.”
“Agreed.” Bucky stood up, holding his hand out for you. You grabbed it, and as soon as you were on your feet, gunshots were fired. Both of you covered your heads on instinct, and you saw the men shooting at you. “Run!”
You sprinted and jumped at the edge of the roof. It wasn’t a far jump. Your feet collided with the roof, and your knees shook. Bucky landed beside you, then sprinted ahead of you. You caught up, jumping to a higher roof.
On the higher ground, Bucky paused, gripping onto his bag. Your satchel, holding your new clothes, was partially opened. You zipped it up. “Now what?” you asked.
“C’mere.” Bucky held your shoulder as you slipped behind another brick wall on the roof. It was short, but the two of you could hunker down for a few minutes. “Okay, (Y/n), I’m going to be honest, but we might have to kill some people.”
Your eyes widened. “What? I can’t kill them!”
“Would you rather die? They’re out for blood, and with the way we were scaling the walls and stuff, I think they realize you have the serum.”
You dropped your head against the wall. “I don’t think I can bring myself to do it.”
Bucky’s lips were pressed tightly together as he dug into his pocket. He pulled out a small sheathed knife. “Hold it like this. If a guy comes near you, stab here--” he pointed to several of your body parts “--here, and here. Okay?”
“Bucky, I can’t--”
“Yes, you can. (Y/n), it may not have to come down to it, but you need to survive. I need you to do this, okay? It’s only if they get close enough to do some serious damage.” Bucky held your hand, placing the knife in it. “Don’t forget to unsheath it.”
You searched his eyes for any anxiousness. He seemed calm. Of course, because he has done this so many times.
Sighing, you nodded. He nodded in response. “Okay, doll. Here’s the plan: I need you to keep running. Dalca’s men might come after you but kept running. I’m going to ambush them. Okay?”
You nodded. “Okay.”
“Alright, start running.”
Legs shaking, you stood and sprinting as fast as you could. You heard the man coming behind you, and you turned your head. There were three of them. Looking ahead, you noticed the rooftop coming to an end. You jumped onto the next rooftop, sliding as the shingles of the home fell off.
You caught yourself, standing strong, while one of the men jumped right behind you. The other two were preoccupied with Bucky. Shoot.
Your legs carried you to the other end of the roof. In your left hand was the knife, and you unsheathed it just in case. When you turned your head, the man was two feet away from you. He held a handgun in his left hand, while the other grabbed your hair.
The man stood taller by around a foot, and his hand yanked up, causing you to cry out in pain. Knife in hand, you punched the man’s side with it. He grunted as you slid the knife out. Although it was small, it left enough damage for you to pull yourself out of the man’s grasp. However, because you didn’t step back in time, Dalca’s man kicked you down, and you slipped off of the roof.
A yell burst through your lungs as your back collided with a metal plank. When you sat up, you realized it was part of the apartment’s stairs. You sighed in relief, standing to your feet. Pain punched through your stomach and your back, but you’d get over it. Definitely would have been worse if you weren’t a super-serum-something.
You looked up, noticing the man leaping down the stairs after you. You started to run down the stairs, and soon enough your feet met the ground. Turning your head, you noticed the guy was right behind you. Behind him was Bucky. You continued to stay in the alleyway you landed in, away from the crowds of people, and you ran to the other end.
As soon as you heard grunting, you slid your heels into the ground. You turned your head to see Bucky punching him. In an instant the man was unconscious. Or dead. You couldn’t tell.
“Don’t worry,” Bucky whispered, his hands relaxing as he stared at the man on the ground, “he isn’t dead.”
“What about where I stabbed him?”
He crouched down, turning the man over onto his back. “His friends will be here soon, and he will live.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. Bucky looked at you and gestured for you to follow him. “We gotta get out of here,” he said, “We’ll take the backways until we get to the apartment. Then we might have to find somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else?”
“To stay. We’ll stay in Bucharest, but we’ll need something more hidden.” You frowned, solemnly accepting it. “Come on, doll, let’s go.”
As soon as you got to the apartment, both of you packed everything you needed. You stuffed what you had in your satchel, wearing your new clothes instead of what you had on earlier. As you glanced around for anything else you needed, you noticed Bucky grabbed a backpack, a notebook or two spilling out of it. You didn’t mention it as he picked them up and shoved them into his bag.
He shuffled over to you, holding a wad of leus. “Take these. I have some as well, but if we split--”
“Split?”
He paused, placing a hand on your arm. “If we split, which I doubt will happen, we both need to manage.”
“Yeah, okay,” you mumbled. “Do you know where we’re going?”
“There are a couple properties to look at. Let’s go.”
You followed him out of the apartment. Bucky set his baseball cap on his head, and you pulled your windbreaker hood over your head. As soon as you were on the street, you followed the crowds and held your heads low. Bucky grabbed a newspaper, folding through it until he found what you assumed were vacant housings.
Fifteen minutes passed. Bucky gripped onto a payphone, speaking in Romanian to a renter. You leaned against the wall, keeping an eye out for anyone conspicuous. As far as you could see, there were none. Bucky mumbled something, then hung up the phone. He turned to you and sighed. “Let’s go.”
Another half hour passed. Bucky shook hands with the renter of the apartment you and Bucky purchased. It was small, seclusive and out of the way. Higher up the building. Neither of you minded.
It was smaller than the previous apartment. As of now, there was no couch. The island and countertops in the kitchen were tinier. It looked less sanitary, but you didn’t mind cleaning it up.
The renter left, and the both of you exchanged glances. Simultaneously, both of you dropped your bags on the floor, then looked at the single mattress on the floor.
“We’re gonna get something more sanitary, right?” you asked.
