Reunited ☆ Closed
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Being on the run took Bucky to a whole range of interesting places, now most notably he lingered in the shanty towns of Hong Kong. Plywood and metal sheets were all that the eye could see here, and the constant noise of people talking, shouting and general day to day activities made it unique amongst all the areas that Barnes had taken to when S.H.I.E.L.D had fallen.
This one was nestled up into the highlands, the staggered housing of rust and wood stood out against the deep green of the trees. There was even a river running nearby, the only water source, and Bucky had specifically chosen a shack near it to listen to the water. There was something about the trickling stream and splash of water on the bank that calmed him.
He liked it here, far away from everything.
There had been some sort of explosion down in the actual city, one he had investigated if only to make sure it hadn’t anything to do with him. From what he could tell, the answer was no. Though people were shouting things about terrorism, and one or two people uttered the word Hydra, specifically about the blame. On that, he wasn’t sure, not until he spotted one of those caught in the detonation.
Her.
She was hurt, that he could see. Unconscious, undoubtedly knocked out from the concussive blast. Was she the target? Or had something gone wrong? It didn’t matter, he should’ve left her there. To either disappear or die, but did neither.
He took her, brought her back to the shanty town up in the hills, though he couldn’t explain why. He didn’t bring her phone, none of her things. Her technology could stay there, ruined and useless. Bucky couldn’t take the chance that she would alert Hydra to his location. He shouldn’t even be helping her; it wasn’t as if she had been kind. She was just another handler, someone who ordered him to kill and delighted in the pain it brought to his victims.
So maybe it was some sort of Stockholm Syndrome, help the bitch who controlled you for years. Habit maybe, it didn’t matter much. He was mending her, removing shrapnel and stitching up the worst of the wounds, bandaging everything. The people here liked him, though they didn’t know what to make of her. The pretty blond he had carried in from the city, all they knew was he asked them not to tell anyone.
And they had agreed.
A few days later she woke up, he watched her take in her surroundings. Noted the confusion, how she winced as she sat up.
Then she saw him.
“What are you doing in Hong Kong?” He questioned, not bothering to hide his keen dislike for her.
