Bucky's P.O.V

I wander around the corridors of the apartment. I don't want to leave here. It's the place that Ava and I decided to go if one of were stuck in hydra. I pace some more until I find a note on the table

So, Buck?
This may sound crazy, but the avengers sort of have me and I believe that I need help getting out
XOX- Ava

It is messy, defiantly written fastly, but still Ava.

DID SHE SIGN XOX

OH MY GOD

OH NO

My eyes go wide and I feel something in my chest flutter. NOPE! Oh this is bad, what if hydra uses that as a weapon against me and hurt her? Or kill her? What if she was forced to write that piece of paper? What if? The list goes on and on, getting worse and worse until I shut it down. No. I have to think of the positive. She's safe. She is with the avengers. I have to work out a way to get her out of there. 

What if...?

No, that won't work.

"UGH" I groan and flop onto a couch. Oh my god. I sound like a teenager. FUCK!!!

"So, James." A voice echo's through the hall "I suppose I rubbed off on you? We need to go. Now. We're not safe here." Ava. OH GOD!

"AVA!" I yell

"Actually." She mumbles "My names Annabeth, my 'Mom' kidnapped me. And my parents died." Her voice is small and weak.

"Lets go, I have a place." I offer her my hand and she takes off.