"Come out with your hands up!" The officer shouts and Bucky sighs as he slowly takes a step out, his one hand in the air.

"Alright, you caught me. I'm gay," Bucky sighs dramatically, pouting his bottom lip just slightly. The officer frowns.

"I didn't mean that type of come out." He scowls and the grip on his gun tightens.

"Oh," Bucky responds, glancing back into the shop. "Alright, uh, can we try this again then?"

"You have the right to remain silent," the officer snaps, striding forward. Bucky rolls his eyes but says nothing.

"Uh huh," he mumbles under his breath. The officer looks at him and Bucky makes an innocent face.

"I get a call, right?"

The officer frowns but nods slowly. Bucky nods in return and turns slightly.

"Drop the base, Steve!" He shouts and almost instantly the lights of the shop go out and the officer's radio starts crackling, along with his earpiece. He winces when a loud, high pitched screech cuts through his earpiece.

"I thought we agreed we weren't calling it that!" Steve hisses as he grabs Bucky's arm and begins running, the smaller brunette racing along beside him.

"Did we? Oops," he responds and Steve rolls his eyes as he darts around the corner and pulls Bucky with him. Sirens begin wailing and Steve curses softly.

"Hey! Don't swear!" Bucky hisses, smacking his arm. Steve looks at him and sighs softly.

"Fine," he replies. "I'm not making any promises though."

"You should," Bucky huffs.

"I promise I won't swear when it's not needed," he promises and Bucky sighs. "Hey, that's better than nothing," Steve continues.

"Sure," Bucky says, when he hears the sirens wail a little louder he starts looking for something. "Why don't we ever plan ahead of these robberies?" He grumbles as he jumps to reach a rusted ladder leading to a roof of a building.

"Because we never claimed to be pros," Steve answers as he gives Bucky a boost. Since the brunette only had one arm due to being simply born that way, sometimes he needed all the help he could get.

"No, Steve, we're totally pros," he says sarcastically as he hoists himself up to the top.

"Sarcasm." Steve nods.

"Mhm," Bucky hums in response, his eyes trained on the roads below, flashing red and blue as police whizzed by. "Nice work with the lights by the way."

"I thought so, yeah," Steve muses, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fastest I've done it so far." Bucky nods at him.
A police helicopter flies by, blades whirring loudly, and Steve mumbles something under his breath. Bucky turns to face him and opens his mouth to say something.

"Relax, I said dang it," Steve says with a roll of his eyes. Bucky nods in satisfaction.

"Ain't it better not to have a toilet for a mouth?" He questions, tilting his head at the blonde as he flattens against the roof.

"Isn't it better," Steve corrects and now Bucky rolls his eyes. "Correct me on my so called toilet mouth, I'll fix your grammar."

"Fine. If I mess up my grammar, you can swear your mouth off for a day. If not, you have to use the cheesiest curses and ignore my bad grammar," Bucky wagers quietly as the helicopter swings around towards them, the beam of light inching closer to where they hid.

"Deal," Steve agrees, taking Bucky's hand and giving it a shake before crouching down again. "Oh, you know we'll have to make a run for it, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. So... Now?" Bucky inquires, brushing a strand of brown hair behind his ear. Steve raises his pointer finger for a moment before nodding.

"The old trust leap?"

"That's the one," Bucky agrees, shuffling over to the edge of the roof and perching there.

"Alright. Oh, one second," Steve adds, taking an elastic off of Bucky's wrist and fixing the brunettes' hair up into a messy bun. "Better." He nods with satisfaction at his work before sitting up on his knees. He watches the helicopter before backing up and getting a running start, before leaping off the roof onto the next. He lands and rolls into a crouch, then looks back at Bucky.

"Ready?" He asks and Bucky nods, stretching his arm out before backing up. The helicopter beam lands on his leg and instantly tries to get a better view, expose his face.

"Oh, crap!" Bucky hisses as he leaps too early off the building. Steve reaches out and grabs his hand but Bucky slams against the wall with an 'oof' sound, the wind knocked out of him.

"You okay?" Steve asks worriedly, peering down at him and carefully pulling him up. The brunette doesn't answer until he's safely on the roof beside him, clutching his ribs.

"Ugh," he merely groans, closing his eyes. Steve keeps an eye on the helicopter, which was swinging back around to spot them again. "Just... Gimme... A minute."

"We don't exactly have a minute," Steve sighs, trying to spot an easy way down. "Alright, here's our choices; jump down onto another building, scale our way down, or get caught. Preference?"

Bucky raises his head to look at him. "Get caught. Duh, Steve, what do you think?"

"Don't get huffy with me," Steve grumbles, carefully lifting the brunette up.

"I am not huffy."

"Yes you are."

"I just slammed into a building, cut me some slack!" Bucky protests, hitting Steve's shoulder with his fist.

"And I'm the one holding you as I jump off a building. Any complaints now?"

"You are my complaint," Bucky mumbles as he clings to him as Steve gets ready.

"I know." Comes the response before Steve leaps. Bucky's stomach drops and he swallows nervously, his ribs twinging painfully in his chest. The wind roared past their ears and numbed their faces. Steve tenses up as the next building comes closer and closer. Bucky let's go and curls up before rolling across the roof, coming to rest against a vent. Steve did the same.

"Hate doing that," Steve huffs, rubbing his head and getting to his feet. Bucky, looking slightly dazed, grabs his hand and hauls himself up. "You okay?"

"Perfect." Bucky nods in return, stretching out and biting down on his bottom lip as everything aches. "Now what?"

"Uh... Car?" Steve suggests and Bucky tilts his head a little.

"Alright," he agrees, thankful to spot a ladder leading back down to the ground. He hurries down and Steve follows along behind him.

Fifteen minutes later they found a suitable get away vehicle and climb inside.

"Okay... Now, how do you hot wire a car?" Bucky asks as he stares at the many coloured wires. Steve merely sighs and gestures to where each wire would go to start it up. Bucky takes a while, what with having one hand and all, but he gets it done.

"Nice job," Steve says with a smile, getting into the driver's seat as Bucky slides into the passenger's seat. Bucky grins.

"I know, right? First try," he brags and Steve smiles a little as he takes off down the road, shifting the gear stick and pressing the gas pedal down all the way.

"We're being followed," Bucky points out with a quick glance out the window. Five cop cars were chasing them down, sirens screaming and lights flashing.

"Really," Steve says sarcastically and Bucky gives him a look. "Really, I had no idea."

"Enough of your sass, mister."

"You love my sass. Take away the first "s' and you love that too," Steve replies and Bucky scowls then smacks his arm again.

"Nope, officially hate you," he grumbles as Steve whips the car around a tight corner.

"Nah, you love me," Steve responds as they swerve around the corner, he narrowly avoids a garbage bin. Bucky slouches in his seat and puts his feet up on the dash. Steve glances at him and frowns a little. "Y'know we're borrowing this, right? Feet off the dash."

"Borrowing," Bucky snorts as he lowers his legs. "Borrowing," he repeats with a glance at the blonde, who shrugs.

"Yeah. Borrowing," he agrees, turning onto an overpass. Bucky presses farther into his seat when he sees two more cop cars coming up on front. Steve mumbles something under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"Through or over?" Bucky asks nervously, Steve glances at him quickly.

"You pick this time," he says and Bucky blows out a breath.

"Through," he answers after a moment and Steve nods.

"Sorry, guys," he sighs before meeting them front on. Bucky cringes a little as they make their way through.

"We should've gone over." He frowns as he twists back around to see the cars. "They gonna be okay?"

"Hopefully," Steve says and Bucky nods, turning back to face the front.

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They were on the road for hours, leaving the country. They had been in America and had had it rough; with neither finding work they knew they had to figure something out. Unfortunately, robberies were the only things they thought of. But no longer. Bucky insisted they find something more productive to do with their lives, and Steve agreed. They did find jobs in the end, and stayed together until the end of the line.

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It started to die so I ended it, and... I don't even know what this is. Sorry guys, and again sorry I haven't really been doing much. I actually don't think I'll continue the monthly death one because I am already way behind and I barely have any finished and besides,  it was just to get my writing back into its swing. I'll probably continue the song one, eventually. Sorry to whomever I've disappointed at all with anything.