Chapter 2
As the trees rolled by the window, houses soard past and fields flashed past I could feel someone's eyes on my back.
I stumbled toward the back of the carriage toward the toilet. I scanned the seats for anyone who was trying not to draw attention to themselves. I didn't see anyone until I got to the door where I noticed a brunette male sitting reading a newspaper while his flip phone sat on the table in front of him. That's odd, I realized, knowing through missions that most people had things called smartphones not phones that flip anymore and most people don't read a physical newspaper anymore. So why was he? I questioned while closing the door to the carriage before heading to the toilet.
When I came back I decided to sit across from him, seeing as a man wearing a blue baseball cap with a weird beard and US air force jacket had taken my seat. So, I sat down across from him and pulled out my broken, old smartphone and began texting Ruby telling her the news that Katrina had died and began listening to the playlist me, ruby and Katrina had put together years ago, when contemplating killing Ruby's mother. The man started looking at me and out the window so it didn't look like he was staring at me. During this time I gave him barely any attention only enough to keep an eye on him, but I was focussing most of my attention on blocking all the tracking channels HYDRA could possibly use accept for the one only know to me, Katrina and Ruby. While also trying to calm down Ruby because everyone sees her as heartless and emotionless like they do me but I know the truth. I always will. She's my one of my best friends and will always be as she is the only other one left alive who knows what it's like to be raised by HYDRA.
When I was finished protecting my location on my phone I started staring out the window, which was useful due to the fact it was a reflective surface. I watched the brunette man text someone and as he placed his phone down the man who took my seat got a text looking my way through his sunglasses. The next stop was Paddington, where I had to get off so I gathered my bags and made sure everything was ready to go as soon as the train stopped at the station.
3 minutes that's only one song till I can get out of here and maybe away from these two blundering idiots who are drawing more attention to themselves that Ruby and Katrina pulled when were went undercover in a school two years ago, and they were wearing HYDRA uniforms on pink day. I noticed every little detail about their movements and body language. They were somehow affiliated with SHIELD and the person who destroyed my home 10 long years ago, I just couldn't figure out how.
The breaks of the train started to slow it down before it entered the station. This is my chance, I told myself, to be finally free of HYDRA. The only question remaining was how was I going to get to Sokovia.
I stepped out of the train carefully checking for any tails, making sure the two men from the train hadn't seen the way I went through the crowd, up toward the surface trying to get somewhere where I could see how to get to Sokovia and find my sister.
6 hours earlier...
Bucky's POV
"Why are we doing this again?" Sam asked as we sat down on the train to get ready for a mission Natasha had insisted we did, even though we were fugitives on the run.
"Because Natasha swears there's a HYDRA base here that's still operating and she swears she heard something on one of her old spy networks that someone was planning of escaping yesterday. She also thinks they had something to do with the red room. So we're doing this mission to put her mind at rest," I responded to Sam, suddenly glad that I remember barely any of my time in HYDRA.
"So, this girl is a potential deadly assassin who could kill us without us noticing, and the highly trained Russian assassin couldn't do this mission because..."
"Because if we have to enter the HYDRA base it's going to be too similar to the red room for her to enter without having a panic attack." Hoping I wouldn't either
"OK and we couldn't bring Wanda why?" Sam questions, arrogantly like he just solved world hunger.
"The girl... I actually don't know. Nat said something about them having a girls day and shopping for bras so I stopped listening," Sam raised his left eyebrow as if to say why stop there.
"Or Steve?"
"Steve had something else he had to do, Peggy." That last word barely leaving my mouth but Sam instantly knew what I was talking about, it hadn't even been 6 months since Steve, and the world, lost Peggy, and now they were back here it was only right that he visits her.
5 hour and 30 minutes later...
Sam's POV
We've been sitting on this train for hours getting off at every stop and getting back on the next compartment hoping to spot a near 13 year old girl and not look like two pedophiles in the process. When I suddenly spotted a girl who matched the description perfectly.
"I spot someone who meets the description Bucky. Long white hair, Olive eyes, 5'11, alive," I stated through the comms.
"Great, but remember do not engage Sam, she can kill us in the blink of an eye our mission is to follow her and make sure she's not going to kill anyone," Bucky told me in his best imitation of Steve's Captain America voice.
Now...
Yulia's POV
I started to speed walk toward the red and blue sign that read 'Underground', checking behind me in the window of the cafe on my right. They were still following me. I changed my plan. I turned right and walked up the stairs toward the channel, before turning left and walking toward the alleyway on the other side of the bridge. Hoping to trap them and ask them why the hell they were following me.
I reached the end of the alleyway hoping they weren't the bad people I heard so much about on missions. I turned to face them.
"What do you want?" I yelled challengingly at them knowing they were nervous to walk down the alleyway behind me.
"We want to help you. You ran away from HYDRA, right? We just want to help you start a normal life," The taller brunette one said stepping forward, while the shorter one looked at him like he was insane.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. But if you really wanted to help you would know that that was exactly what they said to the adoption agency when I was 2. And why should I trust you? You're American!" I asked trying to annoy them.
"Hey! Young lady that's one hell of an accusation towards the great people of American," The shorter one spoke up. But as he finished both me and the brunette went 'ehh'. Maybe he wasn't American. "I expected that from her but you Bucky really, you're caps best friend and he has America in his name."
"You should trust us because we know Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton they sent us to get you," the brunette, Bucky, said to me as I started to recognise him from my earlier years at HYDRA.
"I despise Natalia, she is the reason for my experimentation, the reason HYDRA made me into the monster I am now. And as for your Clint Barton, I tried to kill him, several times. I only managed to deafen him, sadly. Anyway I'm not in danger, I am the danger," I say totally seriously.
"Bucky, she's insane," The shorter man muttered to Bucky but he ignored his friend.
"Would you rather have to sleep on the streets and starve or come with us, get warm and have some food, we can talk about it all then. Plus, if you come with us we can help protect you from HYDRA and your past," Bucky offered, thinking those were my only two options in this ultimatum.
"You're part of my past asshole, you trained me till I was 9 and then tried to kill me two years ago!" I yelled at the man I now realized was the Winter Soldier.
"Kid, he was brainwashed he had no clue what was going on. I mean he still doesn't," The short one told me.
I decided to trust him choosing to go with them, because if necessary the reason I stopped training with the winter soldier was that I could beat him and that was before everything else HYDRA put me through. His friend also seemed easy enough to kill so why not.
"Where are you taking me?" I pressed record on my phone hoping to send this information to Ruby so she could rescue me from this nightmare.
"Paris," Short man told me without a hint of emotion.
"Ohh fun," I respond sarcastically, pressing send on the recording.
"What's your name?" He asked, he was terrified of me, brilliant.
"Which one? My HYDRA codename, my birth name, my nickname from my friends, or the one I was known to SHIELD as?" I responded genuinely interested on if I can fool them.
"All of them," both of them responded simultaneously, not interested in games I note.
"In the same order: the angel of death, Yulia, Boo, HYDRA's Child. I was one of their three children. But now there's only two of us," I stated a single tear forming due to thought of my friend dead on the floor bleeding out that was now scarred into my brain for all eternity.
I shouldn't of hoped she'd come with me.
I really should have learnt by this point; I'm wrong to hope.
I always am.
But these men seem good, maybe even buddy cops, and if they're not good men I can always kill them in their sleep.