#athiefinthenight

CHAPTER 1

SUMMARY: You've been struggling for the last three years to survive, stealing to eat. You five rules; Only steal from the wealthy, always stay somewhere new, be honestly when you can, never steal more then you need, and never get attached. Your luck went dry, and then you stole from the wrong guy. Now his friend and colleague (Bucky Barnes) won't stop till he finds you.

      Off topic, I realized after I started writing this, it's going to be a very long story, lots of Chapters. Mainly cause I don't know how to cut out stuff so y'all know what going on. But I promise, it's does pick up. I have about six parts already, I just need time to edit them.

   You hated doing this, slowly you slipped your hand in the man's back pocket on the busy subway platform. Your eyes glued to the back of his head, a part of you hoped like hell you'd get caught one day.

   You were so tired of just trying to survive to the next day, you had rules though. Only steal from the wealthy, always stay somewhere new, be honestly when you can, never steal more then you need, and never get attached. Those rules lead to your survival on the streets. Once upon a life time ago you would of been someone you would of pick pocketed from. However, life is a funny thing and here you were three years later, living life on the streets.

    You darted around the corner, slipping the wallet into your pocket. Your heart fluttering wildly. You found the stairs easily, dashing up taking two at a time, your head becoming dizzy. You tried to remember the last time you actually ate a real meal, not just snacking when you could find something.

   You hit surface level, cars bumper to bumper in the night, slick with rain. You finally braved yourself enough to open the object of your conquest. The black old worn leather wallet held six dollars, and an array of cards. Six dollars, enough to get you a meal and a new bottle of water.

   You pocketed the cash in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You approached the mail drop, opening it, tossing the wallet in there. You didn't actually know that the items you dropped in them made it back to their owners, but it made you feel better. With any luck the man would notice his wallet was missing by the time he got home and canceled the cards. You did it just case, knowing it would be safe till tomorrow at the very least.

   You wandered into the diner you frequented, the waitresses knew you. You always took the same booth in the back, one where you could see who comes and who goes. You were just this side of paranoid, afraid he'd find you again. Your waitress brought your food, without you ordering.

   A commotion caught your attention at the door way. Four men came in laughing loudly, the tallest being the most boisterous. He flipped long gold locks over his shoulder as he clapped his smaller companion on his back. The last man that entered had his hat pulled low on his face, dark hair peeked out. He was tense, you could it from this distance. He casted a glance around the near empty diner, bright blue eyes landed on you for a moment. Slowly he followed his friends to a table in the center.

     You watched with amusement as Blondie through back his head, a roaring laughter escaping his lips at something the African-American man said, cracking jokes almost loud enough you could hear him. They seemed like unlikely bunch of friends. Three of them conversed together, the blonde, his jovial friend and the curly haired gentleman. Blue eyes just sat back in his chair, he seemed out of place. You watched them some more while you ate, your eyes focused on the Mr. Blue Eyes.

   He sat back in his chair partially reclined, rubbing his fingers on the scruff of his face. His leather jacket seemed old and well worn, his faded dark blue jeans tight around his thighs. Occasionally he'd nod his head at something one of the other three said, smiling once in a while but never talked.

  You finished your meal, tossing five of the six on the table, you walked to the door. Blue eyes turned his head to you as walked past, looking you up and down, a moment of tension coursed through his massive shoulders. You smiled sweetly at him before darting back out into the rainy night.

   Weeks went by, you had hit a dry spell, only coming up with a handful change each time you pick pocketed. You were getting weary, wondering when you'd have an opportunity to get some real food in you. Eating nuts and chips weren't enough to keep you going long term, and you knew it.

   You crept the edges of the packed vendors market, a place you usually avoided, just as the sun was starting to set. The dense crowd made it easy to lift someone of their wallet but made it harder to escape. You causally watched your surroundings, your old canvas bag slung low on your back, you held onto the straps tightly.

   You watch one lady intently, pushing a stroller. She would stop at random booths looking over this and that, leaving her purse in open view and unattended. Casually you walked up next to her, her clothes gave it away. The hem of her pants were ragged and a patch covered the hole in the knee. Her shirt had faded from frequent washing, the absence of a wedding ring is what caused you to turn away. Single mom, probably struggling as much as you.

   You walked away, your eyes ever scanning. Finally you zeroed in, nice casual suit, beautifully tailored. Creases pressed neatly in place vertically along the pant leg. Perfectly polished dress shoes, expensive dress shoes at that. His arm casually over the shoulder of his male companion, who unlike him, wasn't dressed to impress.

  "You know Banner, you need to get out more." Suit stated loudly, oblivious of you.

     "I don't think a crowded place is the best place for me." His friend replied.  Slowly, casually and calculated you walked up behind them. Deftly you dipped your hand in his pock, in seconds a gloved hand caught your wrist. You eyes snapped up, an astonishing blue pair eyes looked down at you.

      "What are you doing?" His deep voice was rough, two options drop the wallet and run, or just run, with the wallet. Just as the suit started to turn you snapped your wrist down, breaking free of the blue eyed man's grasp.

   You bolted, tucking the wallet into your jacket pocket as you went. You heard someone shout as your feet pounded the pavement, dodging and weaving between people. You picked up speed as you neared the table of a booth, seeing the open street behind it.

      Your dropped and slid on your hip under it, popping up on the other side. You took a quick look back the direction you came from only to see blue eyes in hot pursuit. Your heart fluttered a bit at the chase. You dart off down the street, trying to put distance between you two. You wove in out of the foot traffic, darting down back alleyways like the pro you were. This was your playground, you knew the city like no one else.

    You turned the last corner, the chain link fence just on the other side. Knowing freedom was just before you, you slung your bag down your shoulder as you ran. You swung the back and then hurtled it into the air, watching it drop down on the other side. You sprang up on the fence, climbing it like second nature, dropping on the other side like a cat. Landing neatly next to your bag. Blue eyes turned the corner, and stopped at the fence. His chest heaving, his eyes caught sight of you. You casually pick your bag up, slinging it back on your shoulders.

      "Give me the wallet, or I'll hunt you down." He stated, you gave him a playful smile, before sprinting out into the next street.

CHAPTER 5

SUMMARY: You've been caught red handed in the complex by known other then Bucky Barnes, can you make a great escape?

      "How'd you get in here?" The voice startled you, snapping your head up. You spun, bag in your hands.

       "Hello, blue eyes." You stated through your smirk. Just as his mouth opened, you chucked the bag at him, catching him by surprise. You followed the bag almost instantly, landing a solid punch in his face. Stumbling back startled by your attack he gathered himself as you threw a well aimed kick to his chest.    

       "Mr. Stark, there seems to be a disturbance in Mr. Barnes's room." The phantom voice alerted. Tony looked over to Steve raising his eyebrow. Both men stopped what they were doing, quickly rushing out into the hall.

       You heard the security system alert while engaging in hand to hand with the man. This was not in your plan, you had hoped to be in and out. You were on the offense, striking and kicking, however your unlikely dance partner wasn't doing much. He dodged most of your attack, occasionally blocking. Had to give him credit, he was quick. The size of him you knew he could deal some damage.   

      Foot steps fast approaching from behind you, dress shoes, sneakers. You stopped your attack, blue eyes stood still in a guard posture. The foot steps stop and you stole glance over your shoulder. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers stood behind you.

         "Gentleman, welcome to the party," you casually said, turning slightly so everyone was  in peripheral vision. "As fun as this is I've got better places to be."

       "There's no way out of this kid." Tony remarked crossing his arms, trying in vain to look as big as the man next to him.

       "Sounds like a challenge," You smirked, "considered that challenge accepted."

       You sprang from your spot, going for the biggest threat. Steve. You threw a fist, he jumped back with ease, foots steps came up behind you. You dropped rolling underneath blue eyes, between his legs. You sprang up behind him, bringing a leg up connecting it with his ribs as he turned. You caught him off balance, he staggered into the other two.

      You didn't wait as you ran down the hall. You hooked your fingers into the wall as you turned the corner, a habit from your childhood, helping stabilize you as you turned the corner full force. A woman walking casually, stopped and cocked her head as you slowed to a stop. Auburn hair, blue eyes, oval face, your brain whipped through memories like a hard drive. Sokovia, Wanda Maximoff, Scarlet Witch, threat level high.

      "And you are?" Her voice heavily accented.

    "Just passing through." You replied, hearing shouts coming from the way you just came. You looked over your shoulder for a brief moment before turning your attention back to her. Slowly her eyes turned red, wisps from red smoke poured from her hands.

       "Shit." You said as your vision started to cloud, just as a meadow started to form everything went black with a jarring pain to the back your skull.

      "Did you have to hit her?" Steve asked Bucky as he lifted you from the floor.

       "No." He replied, cooly with shrug.

      "Who is she?" Wanda asked as she approached the two men and your limp form.

     "Y/n, she used to work for Shield." Tony gasped between breaths, finally catching up.

     "What is she doing here?" She asked as she followed Steve and the other two.

      "Probably came for her stuff." Bucky grumbled, walking wth Steve  to elevator.

      "How she get here?" She questioned further.

     "Dunno." Steve replied, pressing the button for the infirmary, while still holding you.

      "How's she get in?"

      "Don't know that either." Tony replied as they descended. "It's one of questions I'm planning on asking her when she wakes."

      You came to in the darkened room, you scanned around. Window to the left, door to the right, no furniture, body in the corner next to the window. How sweet they left you with guard, you slowly sat up, feeling cold metal on your left wrist. Smart, handcuff.

      "I feel honored that left me with guard." You snip in annoyance.

      "She's awake." You hear him, it was blue eyes.

      "Well, hello again." You flirted casually. "How'd you like my book?"

      There was no reply, not a sound.

       "It was in your room I assume." You lightly pull at the cuff, testing to see how loose it was. A light flipped on suddenly momentarily blinding you.

     "See you got the drop on Barnes." A female voice announced as you blinked hard a couple times. Finally you turned to face the voice. Natasha Romanoff, Black Window, spy and ex-assassin. You glance over to the man in the corner, a black eye now visible to you.

       "Nice shiner." You smiled at him playfully.

       "Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to leave."

      "Not happening, kid." Tony chirped as he waltzed in. "Got a couple questions for you."

     "Of course you do." You muttered. "I returned your gadget, isn't that enough?"

      "Nope, how you find this facility?" He asked at the foot of the bed.

       "By clicking my heels together while saying Avengers super secret hide out three times." Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

       "Nice try, but let's try this again." Tony stated. "We have you handcuffed, nobody knows your here, and I have two ex-assassins in the room to keep you from leaving."

       "Hmmm, you have me loosely cuffed, I've already made my mark on one of your two assassins, but you got me on no one knows I'm here." You replied ticking the items on your fingers.

      "Y/n." Sharron's breathless voice grabbed your attention from the door. Her hand over her mouth, her eyes focused on you.

        "Hi Sharron, miss me?" You couldn't help but be sarcastic.

       "How'd you get out?" She asked referring to the day Hydra took over. You looked at the other three taking a deep breath.

      "It's a long story, and I'm cuffed to very uncomfortable bed." Giving your saddest smile to her.

       "Tony, take the cuffs off." She demanded, his jaw dropped as you smirked at him.

      "I don't think that's a wise..." He was cut off by Steve walking in.

      "You heard her." He said, Tony reluctantly took the cuff off of you. You rubbed your wrist as you hopped off the bed.

     "I followed Sam and Thor on the bed of the trailer." You smirked at him as he rolled his eyes. "As for the escape, I almost didn't. During the commotion while they were executing the rest of my team I was in the copy room. I waited till the gun fire creased, and came out as they were going down the hall.I slipped back in the intelligence room, I knew I had a bit of time so I up loaded a virus."

    "The one that crashed all the systems." She stated with a smile.

     "Yeah, that one. But not before I copied all their files, anyway I managed to sneak my way out, with so much going on it helped."

      "What files did you copy?" Tony asked.

       "Hydra's." You replied nonchalantly.

       "Which ones?" Bucky asked you, finally speaking.

        "All of them." Your eyes met his.

CHAPTER 13 SUMMARY: The conclusion.

       Gunfire, computer code, Bucky, images danced through your mind as you started waking up. The look on his face, fear, eyes wide, tears welling up. He had looked helpless, the man who had fought in war so long ago. As your mind tried to orient itself, the steady beeping of your heart rhythm from the machine next to you welcomed you back the land of the living.

       Slowly your eyes fluttered open, it was dim in the room. You focused on the ceiling, you could feel the tube down your throat. That's when it hit you, you almost hadn't made it. By the time you had stopped feeling pain you were on your way to a point of no return. You had greeted deaths door, tears rolled down the side of face as you stared up at the tiled ceiling.

       You still felt so tired, it was like you hadn't slept. Everything passed literally in the blink of an eye for you. The sound of the door pulled you from your thoughts, even with his form backlit you knew. The way he held his body, he seemed defeated, he was looking at the floor as he came in. Closing the door quietly.

  "Y/n." He breathed finally lifting his head. You couldn't respond, so you raised your hand weakly. He reached out next to him slowly lifting the lights, a smile spread across his as he opened the door again yelling out into the hall that you were awake. He darted up to bed, taking your hand in his. He pressed his lips to the back of it, his eyes still locked onto yours. Suddenly the room exploded with people, he backed away letting them do what they needed to do. Slowly they took the tube out, cold air breached your lungs, causing you to start coughing. Pain flared up in your side.

         "Quite the fighter." Tony announced his presence as he walked in, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. "Had this one worried for a whole week as you  did your very own rendition of Cap on ice."

      "Good see you too, Tony." You replied hoarsely, never taking your eyes off of Bucky. They raised the bed slowly so you could sit up.

         "Kid, have you ever thought about working in the private sector?"

      A couple weeks had passed, you attended physical therapy daily. It felt like hell, and you hated your trainer. Clint found your insults entertaining enough but adding in facial expressions topped the cake. Today had been no different.      "Alright, one more time." He asked of you, your eyes shot up him. Glaring up from under your brows, a slow sneer crossing your face.

       "I swear, Barton, once I'm up and moving I'm going to make you regret volunteering for this." You seethed, repeating the task one last time.

      "Sure, once you can move without wincing. By that point I'll be back home, and then you'll have to find me." He laughed, helping you up. "See ya tomorrow."

        You walked back to your stuff favoring your side. You bent grasping the straps to your gym bag, lifting it gently. Bucky walked up behind you he took the strap slung it over his bare shoulder. He had taken to wearing black tank tops as summer approached, his long hair secured back with hair tie.

      "So how many times did you threaten him today?" He asked, walking back with you towards the dorms.

    "Seven." You replied, pressing your side lightly.

       "That's two less then yesterday, and what thirty less then when you started? I think he's starting to grow on you." He chuckled, opening the door.

      "Nope, not a chance." Not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that you were warming up to archer. Bucky opened the door to your room as you both stood in the hall.

        "So now what's on your agenda?" He asked, sitting your bag down on inside your room, just on the other side of the doorway. You took a step into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

       "I don't know, it's a nice day." You smiled up at him sweetly.

      "And here i was hoping to spend some time with you in there." He leaned down closing the distance between your lips. His kiss was soft and gentle.

       "As much as I would love for that, the team is due back at any time from their mission. You know how Sam gets he has run a play by play of every single event that happened." You reminded him when your lips parted.

     "Then we just won't answer your door." He laughed, his lips finding yours again.

        "And the Tony will have F.R.I.D.A.Y. locate us, cause I'll have a mountain of paperwork to file while I debrief them. It didn't work the last time we tried that." You giggled breaking the kiss for the second time.

       "Then how about you disable her again." His kiss was less gentle then before, his tongue flicked across your lips. He slid his hand down your back, gripping into your hips.

       "Jesus you two!" Sam exclaimed loudly, interrupting the two of you, Bucky broke the kiss leaning his forehead against yours. "You guys should get a room."

     "I think I'm going to kill him this time." Bucky smirked at you before turning his attention to Sam, stalking towards him. "We tried that."

     You repressed your own laughter as Sam took off running Bucky in hot pursuit. For the first time in three years you felt like you were home.

CHAPTER 12

SUMMARY: the escape.

      "What's taking so long?" Bucky voice became urgent as he watched the corner of the metal door began to glow.

      "I have to bring his systems back up one by one." You replied, not looking back. "I have to do it in very specific order, it's the only way to bring down the virus and get him back up and running."

      "Can you do it a bit faster?" He brought the rifle up, leveling it at the door.

       "Of course I can, but I like to work at a leisurely pace though." You retorted, finally bring up the right system typing in the code to kill the virus.

        "You know sarcasm isn't needed at this moment." He snapped back, you rolled eyes, bring up Tony's files and every file from your thumb drive.

Tony's mouth went slack as the screen started to roll again. Suddenly everything powered. Millions of files opened all at once, and message appeared on screen. IN NEED OF BACK UP, IRON IDIOT!! A set of coordinates came up.

        "Alright, you heard the lady. Let's suit up." Tony sprang into movement, snatching his disk from his pocket.

           The door imploded, deafening sound of gunfire behind you. You managed to type in the last string of number and letters for the happy virus leaving your thumb drive intact. Effectively killing your files as well, you wouldn't need it. They were safe within the confines of Tony's system. Everything they need to know about Hydra, about Shield, it was theirs. Just in case you didn't get out of this, this way Hydra wouldn't have information on Stark, and Shield files they couldn't get.

       The smell of gunfire hung in the air as you ducked under the table. Watching as Bucky did what he was trained to do. He used the remains of the door as shield, firing over the top. You couldn't see past him, nor did you want to. The alarm that been raised suddenly stopped, the lights blinked off, casting everyone into pitch darkness. The virus was working at full speed now, taking everything down.

         You had logged out of Tony's system before enabling it, cause once it started it worked its way through the main system. Anything that was attached would be infected as well. Even after it was done killing a host the virus stayed living waiting, waiting till someone logged in and then it would attack the new system.

        The sudden succession of fire finally ceased, your heart hammered in your chest. Your ears were ringing and you had a splitting headache. A hand engulfed yours, pulling you from your hiding spot.

        "Come on, we have to keep moving." Bucky whispered, his warm breath on your face. He pulled gently and you followed, stumbling over obstacles in the floor. You tried in desperation not to think about what those obstacles were, you knew but you tried not to think about. In the pitch black you trusted him, no mattered what had happened in the past all those years ago. You would follow him into the depths of hades itself and you would still trust him. You could hear a door open, as he pulled you through.

        "Watch your step, we're going up some stairs." He whispered, you stumbled the first couple of steps, trying to find a rhythm to them.

  "Alright, Cap, bring her in nice and easy." Tony's voice filtered through com as he started to lower the quin jet. By nice and easy he meant for Steve to jump and let the jet cascade down taking out the sneaker bunker located a short distance away.

       "Why am I always jumping out of planes?" Steve muttered to himself opening the hatch, leaping out. The air rushed passed him at an alarming rate, he was free falling.

       "Cause it's so dramatic." Tony replied in his ear as he swooped in under the man. Steve crashed into Iron Man, he absorbed the blow and they descended to the structure that you and Bucky were in.

        You reached the top of the stair case, you must have been underground at first. Once he opened the door, light started to spill in. Slowly he opened the door inch by inch, his features were hardened as he looked out the door way. He had let go of your hand, as he crept out, sweeping the hall. You stepped out following him as he turned left.

       Searing pain ripped through your side, knocking the air breath from your lungs. You hadn't heard the shot till after it had been fired. You dropped to you knees as pain took hold. Bucky spun, his eyes landed on you, they went wide. That's when it hit you, the panic, the fear, you had been shot.

      He eyes tore away from you as he looked up, taking aim at someone behind you. Your eyes darted down, your blood blossoming on your shirt at your side. It was a through and through, you closed your eyes, trying think of your survival rate as blood started pouring down your side. Pressure, you remind yourself, finding it difficult to focus. You brought your hands up, pressing one to hole you could see. You reached behind with your other hand, feeling around for the entry hole. Wincing you found it, trying to press your hand on it. Bucky, leaned down, grabbing you under your shoulder pulling you up flush against his side.

         "Leave me." You told him weakly. "Your odds of survival lower dramatically by helping me. The statistics of me getting out of here alive are low."

      "Not happening, Doll." Sad blue eyes met yours. "Not leaving you behind, not this time."

       "Then you're an idiot, Bucky. And you didn't leave me, I left you." You huffed, referring to the first time you met, when he was the Winter Soldier, as he half pulled you through halls.

       Occasionally leaning you against wall to check for more soldiers. It seemed like hours had passed by the time you reached the doors that lead out of the compound. Fresh air hit your face, the smell of fire and gunpowder greeted you. Looking around you saw destruction, bodies sprawled about, Captain standing in the center. His Shield up as he glanced around again. Tony hovered above him, blasting a remaining few stragglers.

       "Hey there, y/n, welcome to the party." Tony greeted you. Weakly you smiled, your breathing labored.

       "All..this.. for me?" You jested, your knees finally giving out.

      "Stop talking, she needs medical treatment." Bucky's voice command, as he reach down sliding his arm under your knees lifting you. You couldn't feel the pain anymore, maybe the bleeding had stopped. You looked up at his face. Dust from concreted streaked his face, sweat starting to form at his hair line. Determination in his eyes, his lips forming a tight line. His brown hair, hung loose, framing his face.

      You smiled to yourself, this was the man that haunted your nightmares for years. What you had considered the biggest failure your career, you could never find him, and here he was carrying you.

       "Nat, we need that bird." You heard Tony distantly saying. "Clint, we need to have medical supplies ready."

       "Tony has all the files," Your voice weakly broke the silence between you, Bucky's eyes glanced down at you. "I uploaded every file I had to his server."

      "Shhhh, Doll." He told you quietly as he neared the aircraft.

       "The protection pass word is Winter Soldier." You told him, needing to get it out.

     "You need to stop talking." He told you as he boarded, you shook your head.

        "All of the files they had, including yours are there. With pass word it bypasses the encryption." He set you down on a cot, backing away as Natasha and Clint started working on you. The look of fear in his eye was the last thing you saw before everything went black.

CHAPTER 11

     SUMMARY: Time for you and Bucky to escape the Hydra compound. By the way I know knowing about computers, I'm making things up as I go along.

     Bucky loosened his arm that was around you, sliding his hand across your arm as you let go. Briefly grasping your hand for a light squeeze. He stepped up to the door pulling back his metal arm.

      You watched with a new found curiosity, you could hear the mechanisms making a whirring noises as the individual plates moved and rippled. He slammed his fist into the door, punching a hole into it. Reaching an arm around Bucky found the thumb latch and unlocked the door. He brought his arm back inside, twisting the door handle. He opened the door, and peeked out into the hall.

    "We're clear." He said, looking back at you. You walked up next to him, grabbing his hand.

      "Lets go, they'll be down here soon enough." You stepped out behind him into the hall, an alert sounded overhead. It was blaring wail, as you followed him down the winding corridor. His strides were long and powerful, his body tense, this is a part of him you had seen before.

       He started to pass a hall on the left, a bullet whizzed past his face. He slammed the two you back the way you both came, his body pressing you against the wall. It sounded like metallic thundered, it echoed off the walls. You watched as chunks of cement tore out of the wall as an onslaught of bullet ripped into it, the smell of dust hit you and faint smell of gunpowder hung lightly in the air.

        "Damn it." He mutter, he pushed away from you, his eyes locked on to yours. "Y/N, stay here. Okay?"

      You could only nodded in response, your body shaking. He turned the corner walking out of view, another barrage of bullets hitting the wall. You clamped your hands over your ears as the sound became deafening, each breath was quick and ragged. Panic was building up, you could feel your control start to slip. You started to repeat the code for the happy virus in attempt to calm yourself down.

     "Tony, you really should thank her. And may be apologize to her." Steve casually stated as he walked up to compound door with him. Tony took a quick glance at him.

       "Thank her, that I can do, I'll concede she had the correct intell." He responded, walking up to the retinal scanner, waiting for it respond. He rolled his eyes when he realized it wasn't working. "That apology won't happen, she's been playing with things."

       They both stormed into the building, it was quiet. All the lights were at there minimum, the two them walked in tandem to the dorms. Rushing towards the room you occupied, as they passed the common room the slip of paper on the table caught Tony's eye. He walked in, snagging the paper off the table, his name written in capitals. It was the code, she left him the code before she left. She had held up her end of the bargain.

       "Tony?" Steve asked, walking into the room, Tony spun holding up the paper. "What's that?"

     "It's a key code." Responding with excitement, rushing out of the room, heading towards a his work shop. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., how long ago did Y/N leave?" "About two days ago, sir." The A.I. responded.

   "Wonderful, she could be long gone by now. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Run analysis on this sheet" He stated, waving the paper up before setting it on the edge of the table. "Also run facial scan at any mass transit."

      "Tony, what are you doing?" Steve followed him. "She gave you what you wanted." "She may have but I guarantee, she stole from me again." He responded, look back to the super soldier.

    "Sir, the paper has a computer code written on it corresponding with the file ha..." He cut the A.I. off not bothering to finish listening.

     "Do it, F.R.I.D.A.Y.." He spoke quickly.

     "I bet you, your war uniform, she made copies of my programs." He explained. "Cause that's exactly what I would of done."

      "Not everyone thinks like that." Steve shot back, Tony smirked. He knew you better, you were smart. If he had been in your position he would of made copies to, disabled the security systems as well. Plus that nasty little virus.

       "Oh shit!" Tony exclaimed, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. Stop inputting the code!"    

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I do not  recognize your command." The voice responded seconds before every speaker started to play Happy Happy Joy Joy from an old cartoon called Ren and Stimpy. It was super imposed over I'm Super Thanks For Asking from South Park.

        Tony whirled around, facing his screens, numbers and letters started flying by at an alarming rate. He jumped on the keyboard, his fingers dancing wildly across the keys, panicked as he tried shut down the system.

        Bucky was able to get you to a computer, you sat down, shaking the nervousness from your hands. Bucky engaged the thumb lock before breaking the handle. He reached up and smashed the hinges on the door.

     You pulled the thumb drive out of your boot, sticking it in the open drive. You started working on it almost immediately, your weren't going to activate the virus quite yet. While your drive continued to pull files, you went to work finding Tony's computer. It took you seconds, however as you entered his server, you watched as the same numbers started flying in front of your face.

       "Seriously?" You almost screamed.

       "Keep down!" Bucky shushed, holding a rifle up he had acquired. "What's wrong?"

       "He Activated the happy virus." You grumbled, fingers clicking a mile a minute.

      "How'd he activate it?" Bucky asked, even though he had a feeling he knew. "Y/N?"

     "The code I down. Happy?" You snapped, trying to stall your own work. Someone kept interrupting the sequence from the other side. "Jesus, Tony, stop meddling, your making it worse."  

    "Tony?" Steve almost shouted, as he watched the compound slowly shutting down.

      "I'm trying but nothing is working." Panic raising his voice a notch. Suddenly in capital letters STOP IT, IRON IDIOT. Print out briefly one screen before it flew by. "Some one just called me an Iron Idiot."

       "Well, there are days I'd have to agree with that." Steve muttered, Tony sat back, feeling useless. He watched as his entire lifes work quickly deleted into nothingness. Then suddenly everything seemed to stop. All screens went blank, just the steady blinking from the space icon on screen

.     "It's gone." He breathed out, Steve looked at his friend. He could see the man's pain written across his face. Tony pushed himself back, and walked away. "All of it."

      Steve watched in surprise as lines of code started appearing at a rapid pace. Not as fast a before but quickly. What he didn't know was skilled fingers on the other side were typing as fast as they could. He didn't know that you were bringing everything back online, one code at a time to avoid attracting the now live virus that coursed through Tony's systems.

       It was your own back door, one you left so that if you ever need to kill the virus in a host system you could.

      "Tony." Steve drew out looking over his shoulder at the man. Tony turned around staring at the screen in shock.

      "Y/n".

CHAPTER 10 SUMMARY: you wake up the Hydra compound, and face the one person who haunted your nightmares. How do you react to the truth? I took some the comics, I read somewhere about that word stopping Bucky.

You came to in a crumpled heap, your body laying on the cold concrete. The floor was smooth, and lightly reflected the over head lights. Your muscles protested as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Your vision double for a moment as the room swayed. Taking a deep breath, you finally looked up around the room.

It was empty, save one thing. A metal chair, it was what was in that metal chair that made your blood run cold. Fear gripped you as your eyes focused on the metal arm, the lights bounced off of it. Your heart rate double as your eyes traveled up the arm slowly, till they landed on the owner.

“No.” You whispered silently, Bucky was strapped down. By the wrists, chest, waist, legs. He was staring up at the ceiling, you could see that sadness had dulled those once bright eyes of his.

You pushed yourself to unsteady feet, stumbling as you crossed the room. You stood next to him, looking down at all the straps. Your brows knotted as he looked away from you. You didn’t hesitate a moment longer, your fingers started to fumble with the straps.

“Don’t.” He stated weakly, your eyes darted to his face.

“Bucky, I have to..” He cut you off with a look, a pained looked, as he shook his head.

“Trust me, you’re going to want those on me, you need to be working on an escape.” His words were soft, but there was an urgency behind them.

“Greetings, Y/N.” A voice boomed through an intercom some where in the room. “I see you found the Asset.”

“I have what you want!” You shouted, looking up and around the room trying to find the camera. “And I’ll give it and me to you, just let him go!”

“Y/N, you can’t.” Bucky whispered, shaking his head.

“Like hell I can’t.” You responded flatly, still looking. The room was completely cement, one metal door, two speakers about ten feet high opposites of the room, one above the door. Cameras must be mounted in them.

“Oh, don’t worry, we have your little book. Deciphering it won’t be a challenge.” The speakers responded.

“You won’t be able to, not without me, not with out the code.” You yelled, looking at the distance between the chair, speaker and door. You paced from Bucky to the door counting each step and then back doing the same.

“The question is do we really need the book?” It responded. You closed your eyes doing calculations in you head.

“You need to hurry, they plan to use me to kill you.” Bucky’s word spilled out, fear lacing each word. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You replied, looking back up at the speaker.

“Yes, I do. I am the Winter Soldier.” He closed his eyes tight.

“No, you aren’t. Whatever they made you do, that wasn’t you.” You replied quickly, walking to the back of the room behind him.

“But?”

“Shut up Bucky.” You snipped sprinting up the chair, stopping just short. It’ll have to work.

“Zhelaniye.” The word echoed, your heart rate started to pick up, recognizing the Russian command word. You heard Bucky choke back a breath, pulling at his restraints.

“Rzhavyy,” It continued.

“Please.” Bucky’s voice begged, tearing your heart in two. You had to push it all out of your head, you pressed your back flat against the wall.

“Semnadtsat.” You sprinted, leaping on the back of the metal chair before launching yourself up into the air. You slammed your body against the wall, fingers brushing the bottom of the speaker.

“Rassvet.” You jumped up, running back behind Bucky, his whimpers were what urged you on. You steeled you again, focusing.

“Pech.” You sprang forward again, with more force, hiking your leg as you neared the chair, using it more as a stepping stone.

“Devyat.” The sound was deafening, as you hung from the speaker. You pulled yourself up a bit, enough to get a good enough grip with your arm.

“Dorboserdechnyy.” You slammed your fist in through the speaker half way through the word. The sound died with an instant, slowly you lower your body straight out before dropping. You snapped your head over to Bucky, his eyes tightly closed, lips pulled tight. Muscles tense.

“Bucky look at me!” You demanded, you wanted to see those eyes. You had to know he was still with you.

“Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu.” The remaining speaker continued. Slowly Bucky lifted his head, tired eyes connected you, the light behind them fading. Your heart leapt, you backed up against the wall.

“Bucky, this might hurt, if so, you can get me back later.” You shrugged.

“Odin.” You sprang forward, placing your foot on his knee, then the other on his shoulder before hurtling yourself at the remaining speaker.

“Gruzovoy..” The speaker cut short of finishing the word as you slammed your fist into that one as well. You nervously glanced over your shoulder at the man who was now slumped forward in the chair.

You dropped to the floor, keeping your eyes on him, praying you that you were able to interrupt the command to activate the Winter Soldier. Cautiously you walked around in front him, his head was slummed forward. You braved yourself, placing yours hands on his face tilting his up to look at you. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Bucky!” You shouted, he didn’t respond. “James Buchanan Barnes!!”

His eyes tracked around the room, in between two worlds. No sign of either person behind them, neither Bucky nor the Winter Soldier. Your mind raced again sorting through information you had tucked away. Things that you knew were important, that one day you might need, saving it for a day like today.

“Sputnik!!” You screamed in his face, the deactivation code word. His eyes snapped to you, at first they were cold and haunting, then as if someone had flicked a light switch. He was there he was with you again, his eyes dart all around face panicked before they met your agains.

“Hey there blue eyes,” You smiled him. “There you are.”

“What did you scream in my face?” Confusion clouded his eyes, you straighten yourself back out and went to make quick work of his binds.

“The deactivation word. They have you programmed like a computer some how. It’s like my virus, there’s a dormant version of the file. With a few simple words it activates it, yours just happen to be in Russian.” You explain, finishing the last strap. You back away letting him stand up. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, he snaked an arm around behind you. “Thank god I went for those files first.”

“Yeah, now lets find away out of here.” His eyes focused on the door.