Bucky wasn't sure who fired first―the Bishop or Agent Ross―but he knew a gun went off and suddenly they were diving behind a stack of crates for cover. At the end of the hall, he heard Agent Ross shout and hastily pulled his backpack over his shoulder to grab his gun and hide the egg.

"How'd he find us?" Bucky demanded, glancing up at the Bishop.

"I followed you," she said. She fired two shots around the corner of the crates and dropped back. "He must have followed me."

"You're really losing your touch," Bucky muttered.

She turned and scowled at him, continuing to fire at the oncoming agents. Behind him, Wilson jumped and Bucky turned at the sound of a gun. With a frown, he watched Wilson join him and the Bishop in shooting at Agent Ross and his squad.

"I thought you were on their side," Bucky said as the Bishop ripped his gun from his hands and shoved her empty one at him. Bucky didn't even blink.

"I am on their side," Wilson grumbled, glancing down at where Bucky was crouched at the Bishop's feet, reloading her gun. "They shot at me first."

As Bucky leaned around the corner with the Bishop's reloaded gun in hand, he aimed for Agent Ross's head and cursed when he missed. Above him, the Bishop snorted amusedly and snatched her gun back from him.

"We can't hold them off," Wilson said. "How are we getting out of here?"

Bucky's eyes drifted towards the car and he glanced up at the Bishop. She nodded.

"We're taking the Benz," he told Wilson with a grin.

Wilson frowned. "I don't think that's gonna make it up the stairs."

With a roll of his eyes, Bucky slung his backpack over his shoulder and stayed down.

"It's not going up the stairs," he told Wilson. He passed the Bishop his second gun and turned to Wilson. "Cover us."

While Bucky ducked and darted over to the Mercedes, the Bishop followed. The agents that Wilson missed, the Bishop took out, and Bucky dove towards the car.

He dropped his backpack in the passenger seat and moved to the front of the car where the hand crank was. As he cranked, the Bishop climbed in the front seat and Wilson dove in the back. Ross and his agents advanced, continuing to shoot at them as Bucky hastily turned the hand crank on the car and tried not to curse the 30s.

With a stutter, the car came to life and Bucky cheered. He was hardly given a moment to celebrate, however, when the Bishop revved the car and nearly ran him over.

He jumped as she drove towards him, landing on top of the hood and grimacing at the dent he knew would be left behind. Diving over the windshield and into the passenger seat, he ducked down to avoid Ross's gunfire as the Bishop sped down the tunnel. A supposed tank could only do so much to protect them when the top was down.

Ross's agents continued to fire until they rounded the corner.

Ahead of them, Bucky could make out the makeshift barricade that had been made to block off the old copper mine. The car's headlights weren't fantastic, but even Bucky could see it was solid enough that they would certainly be toast if they hit it.

As he turned to warn the Bishop, she shoved something into his hand.

"Throw it!" she demanded, speeding ahead.

Bucky glanced down at the stick and although he had his doubts about her plan, he threw it.

As soon as the dynamite stick hit the barricade, it exploded. The Bishop didn't slow down and they drove straight into the debris. Without the time to pull the convertible cover over them, wood chips and nails rained down on them as they broke through into the old tunnels. Somewhere in the backseat, Wilson shouted indignantly.

"This wasn't the only car back there!" he yelled, smacking the back of Bucky's head.

He twisted in his seat as two 1930s military vehicles came roaring through the same tunnel they just had. Beside him, the Bishop cursed.

"Get rid of them," she told him, pulling a gun from her lap and passing it to him.

They careened around a corner as Bucky dove into the backseat beside Wilson. Leveling the handgun on the back hood, he shot at the oncoming vehicles and missed both times. The tunnel was dark, though, and the road wasn't smooth. He didn't have a clean shot and before he could hit either a tire or a driver, the gun emptied.

"I'm out," he said, clambering back over the seat into the passenger side.

The tunnel widened and Wilson shouted a warning as one of the vehicles sped up to drive beside them. Bucky reached for the Bishop's second gun, but before he could shoot at the agents driving next to them, the Bishop reached over the car door and grabbed the gun right out of the agent's hand.

"Fuck!" Bucky lunged for the steering wheel and held tight as the Bishop tossed the man's gun behind her and grabbed a handful of his hair.

As one of his companions reached for his handgun, the Bishop smashed the man's face onto the door and he went limp. Bucky watched the man in the backseat move forward, but the Bishop pressed the gas pedal and Bucky let go of the steering wheel as she leaned back into the car.

The tunnel narrowed suddenly and the Bishop took advantage of it to speed further ahead of the agents. As they rounded another corner and the tunnel widened back up, however, Ross was again at their side.

Before either Bucky or the Bishop could retaliate, Wilson stood up in the backseat and swung at one of the agents with what Bucky could only describe as a long pole.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Bucky shouted, eyes darting between the Bishop and Wilson.

"It was―" smack― "just―" smack― "here."

Wilson swung at the agent again and would have knocked him out of the car if they hadn't hit a bump. Instead of hitting the man, Wilson tipped backward and disappeared somewhere in the backseat.

The agent he'd been hitting drew his gun and as he turned to point it at Wilson, Bucky jumped at him.

Somehow, he made it all the way from the passenger seat into the other vehicle, but he didn't take the time to dwell on it. As soon as he was on the agent, he ripped the gun from his hands and tossed it to the tunnel floor. The agent was unfortunately undeterred and punched Bucky shortly after losing his weapon of choice.

Bucky swung back but as he moved to push the agent off the back of the vehicle, someone snagged the hem of his shirt and yanked. He stumbled backward, bending uncomfortably over the backseat of the vehicle as they continued speeding through the tunnel. Somewhere to his left, he heard Wilson shout something and he looked over just in time to watch the Bishop smash the Mercedes into the side of Ross's vehicle.

The hold on his shirt disappeared all too suddenly and when he blinked, he could just make out a body on the tunnel floor behind them. The second vehicle chasing them barely noticed in time to avoid running over the companion, but Bucky still grimaced when the vehicle went smashing into the tunnel wall and the body disappeared in the dark.

"James!"

Bucky's attention snapped down to the Bishop just in time to see a large boulder cut off the route ahead of them. There was just enough space around it for one vehicle, but Bucky was still standing in the backseat of the vehicle Agent Ross was driving.

At the Bishop's shout, Ross seemed to notice the boulder as well, taking his attention off of Bucky just in time to stomp on his breaks.

Bucky went flying. It was well-timed as he'd just turned to jump back into the car with Wilson and the Bishop, but the sudden stop from Ross had him going a bit further than he anticipated.

Crashing into the backseat of the Mercedes, Bucky landed on top of Wilson and thudded to the floor. He landed on his backpack and groaned at the hard impact of the egg underneath him.

"Man, you have got to cool it with the superhero shit," Wilson said, hovering over him.

Bucky rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the floor, slipping the strap of his backpack over his shoulder to secure the egg.

"We're not done yet, boys," the Bishop muttered from the front seat.

Bucky and Wilson both turned to see headlights round the boulder and come racing towards them.

"God, he never quits," Bucky groaned, climbing back into the passenger seat.

As he turned forward, they went crashing through a barbed wire fence and a sign that read Achtung. Just up ahead, he could make out a pinprick of daylight.

"Hey, you wanna stop?" Wilson shouted, leaning between Bucky and the Bishop. "We're running out of road here."

"If we stop, he'll catch us," the Bishop told him. She shifted and they shot forward even faster.

"Let 'em catch us!" Wilson exclaimed and, honestly, Bucky was going to agree.

The end of the tunnel drew closer and the Bishop didn't let up. Instead, she said, "Make sure to kick clear of the car!"

He could see the end of the road now. There were only a handful of meters left and the Bishop was not slowing down. Behind them, Ross moved closer but in front of them, a waterfall marked the end of the mine tunnels.

"I would like to workshop this idea," Wilson shouted from behind them.

Only a couple meters to go and Bucky agreed.

"Remember: away from the car!" the Bishop shouted as they began to feel the spray of the waterfall.

Bucky's eyes widened and they shot off the end of the road without slowing down.

"Wait, Natalia―Shit!"

Bucky's shout went unaddressed as the car darted forward for only a moment before the nose dipped down and they were all flung through the waterfall.

Hitting the water wasn't as painful as Bucky expected, but he certainly didn't plan on doing it again. While he managed not to make himself a pancake, he still hit it with a resounding whack and had the wind knocked out of him. It was sheer luck that his backpack stayed on his shoulder with the egg securely inside.

With a gasp, he broke through the surface of the small lake and made his way to the shore. As soon as his feet could touch the ground, he gave up on swimming and stumbled towards land. He tipped and swayed as he recovered from the hit to the water, but he dropped on all fours as soon as he reached dry sand.

"That went well," he muttered, grasping the strap of his backpack.

Panting, Bucky glanced around the small shore area for any sign of either Wilson or Natalia.

"Wilson?" he called, looking out towards the water. "Nata―"

There was a muffled curse and the sound of someone hitting a tree to his left.

Climbing to his feet, Bucky stepped around a bush and found Wilson on his knees as he trudged out of the water.

"This is not how I pictured this week going," he grumbled. His eyes landed on Bucky then and he held out a hand demandingly.

Bucky snorted and dropped his backpack on the sand behind him before reaching down and pulling Wilson to his feet.

"As soon as I get back to the States, Barnes," Wilson warned, bent halfway over as he gasped for air.

"I know, I know," Bucky said teasingly. "You gotta get back first, though."

Wilson scowled and stood upright, opening his mouth probably to say something obnoxious, but they were interrupted as Natalia came splashing to shore. Just like him and Wilson, she was panting and nearly tripped over her own feet as she reached dry land.

Bucky and Wilson shared a look as she dropped to the ground and rolled onto her back. Reaching down for his backpack, Bucky made his way over to where she was recovering with Wilson at his side.

"Look," he said, looking down at her, "I'm not gonna gloat. I'm not gonna brag. It's not who I am, doll."

Natalia just groaned and brought a hand up to cover her eyes. Bucky grinned.

"However..." He dragged out the word as he pulled his backpack around to his front and unzipped it to show her the egg in his possession. "Some people would say this is embarrassing for you."

"Everybody would, really," Wilson murmured.

Natalia scowled at him and pulled herself up to sit on a nearby boulder, brushing strands of wet hair from her face.

"I won't brag, though," Bucky promised her and she raised an eyebrow. "There's just one thing that I've been meaning to say for a while: Checkmate."

Natalia dropped her head to her chest, but not before Bucky caught a glimmer of a smile.

Shaking her head, she looked back up at him and said, "I have two eggs and you have one, yet you still think you won?"

"That does pose a problem," Bucky agreed, zipping his backpack up. "There is, of course, one way to remedy this whole winner-loser-egg thing."

Wilson turned to him with a frown and Natalia raised an eyebrow at him curiously. When Bucky offered her his hand, though, a small smile pulled at her lips and he almost didn't stop a smirk from taking over his face.

"I knew I loved you," she murmured in Russian, accepting his hand.

With a wide grin, Bucky pulled her to her feet and into his arms for a long-overdue hug. It was really just an added bonus when she continued forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers for the first time in years.