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CHARLIE HAD RETURNED in Bucharest in a little over an hour. She had flown as fast as she could.
Rushing through the city, she pushed passed many people without a single apology. She had to get to Bucky.
If he didn't know about it, he would soon when the police are on his tail.
She opens the apartment door, finding it empty. Ollie wasn't even here.
Charlie made sure it was empty, looking through every crevice.
Charlie exited the apartment once again, rushing faster than before. She had made sure she locked the door though. Closed, and locked.
She ran through the marketplace, not liking how she can't find him so easily.
Charlie took a moment to calm down, stopping to breathe. She slipped into her spy mode, letting her instincts take her.
Finally, she finds her brother and dog at a fun stand. He had a newspaper in hand, his face on the front page.
Bucky snapped his head once he felt eyes on him. It was Charlie.
She grabbed his arm, dragging him to the darkest alley she could find.
"What is this?" Charlie snatched the paper from Bucky's hands, shoving it near his face.
"That wasn't me. I wasn't in Vienna, I was here with Ollie." Bucky defends, pointing to the dog.
The said dog is sat obediently on the ground next to the two, watching for any lurkers who dare come near them.
Ollie looks up at his name, tail beating against the ground.
"Then why does it have a picture of you on every newspaper worldwide? Bucky, T'Chaka, the Wakandan king is dead because of this. We have to disappear. Let's go back to the apartment to hide. We'll move in a few hours, maybe it'll be more calmed down than right now."
"Where will we go?" Bucky questioned, pulling the hat on his head further down to cover more of his face.
Charlie tied her hair up into a ponytail, retying her shoes while walking. The two had tried to remain as calm as possible, slowing their fastening pace every few seconds.
Ollie trotted along curiously, sensing their worry and panic.
"Ah yes, there's that. Now go, Stefan. We wouldn't want Zola on our tails for leaving the asset unprepared. You know how much he adores her."
"Yes, of course. Maleficent, come." Stefan commands, leading the way to the lab.
As the two travel down the many halls, screams can be heard throughout the compound.
They are both unbothered by the familiar sound. It is, in some way, comforting for Maleficent. At least it's not her.
"How much you want to reckon it's the Winter Soldier again?" Stefan teases, looking back at the beautiful woman.
She adverts her eyes, casting them to the floor.
She feels no pity for the assassin. No familiarity of the name.
It's just something about the situation that puts her off.
Something never adds up.
How did she get here?
The pain of the memory coursed through Charlie's mind. She pushed it far away from the surface of her mind. Now wasn't the time for that.
The three, including Ollie, all but ran up the stairs of their apartment building.
When they reached the door, it was cracked open.
"Did you leave the door open?" Bucky questioned as quiet as possible.
Charlie shook her head. She had made sure she closed the door.
Charlie pulled a gun from her thigh holster, still in the dress from the funeral. She was regretting it now.
Charlie slid off her heels, leaving them outside the room. "Captain," the door perked his ears up, knowing she meant business. "Тревога," she ordered her dog.
Alert.
Ollie straightened his figure, raising the hair on his back. His tail went straight. His ears went up, out of their natural state. His lips curled as he let soft pants flow through his mouth.
The three walked into the apartment, all of their footsteps silent. They were all so silent, the man inside had no idea they were there.
Charlie knew who it was already. The uniform giving it away only slightly.
"Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces, approaching from the south." Sam said to Steve through their comms.
Steve, who had been looking through Bucky's memory journal, sighed out. "Understood."
What alerted the uniformed man, who had his back turned to them, of their presence was the harsh growl out of Ollie.
The man turned around, Bucky and Charlie recognizing the man instantly.
It was Steve Rogers, the man from their memories.
• • • - J.S. 6. 24. 2021 Published: July 17, 2021 765 words
