Chapter Three

Malone was falling. Her mind was screaming, "This was such a bad idea!"  She felt like she would fall forever. Mal might have fallen for five seconds or five hours, she really couldn't tell. All that she registered was someone catching her.

Bet you can guess who that was. She turned towards Winter and buried her face in his chest, trembling. He immediately dumped her ungracefully out of his arms. Mal turned to him, still shaking. "That was crazy!" She breathed.

Furrowing her brows she asked, "How'd you do it without help?" He shrugged his shoulders as she rolled her eyes. "Super-secret assassin camp, huh? No girls allowed?" He decided to ignore this comment, and started walking away.

"You're no fun!" she whined. He kept walking. Malone had to jog to keep up with his brisk pace, "That was Hydra, wasn't it? The ones that attacked you last night?"

He ignored her, but his pace got quicker, till she was practically running to keep up. Malone got the message, 'Shut up, or I could just leave you behind.'

Mal started, what was keeping her here? She was out of the warehouse, and could find her way back home easily. Staying with an assassin was a good way to get killed, and she wanted to live a lot longer than twenty-two years.

Her pace slowed, and Winter noticed, he turned to face her, "Why are you stopping?" Although the sentence was posed like a question, his monotone voice made it sound more like a statement. "I don't have to stay with you. I could just go home," Malone replied.

His eyes were blank, but maybe just a little disappointed. "In Hydra's books, you are aiding a rouge agent. That is punishable by death."

Mal shakes her head, "No. The government wouldn't let Hydra have that much power. I saw the stuff on TV, they're gone! They can't get to me!"

He growled angrily, "Hydra is everywhere. You can't trust anything, or anyone. They aren't gone, and you aren't going to be safe for a long time. You're on the run with me, whether you like it or not."

She watched him start to walk away, still processing what he said. Of all the things he decided to get all chatty about. Mal couldn't trust anyone? Only, by a cruel twist of irony, Hydra's own rouge assassin? She cursed her younger self silently for turning down that alley.

<Three Hours Later>

They were still walking. Where? Neither of them had any idea. When Mal asked Winter, he only glared at her. She honestly thought he didn't know where they were going, and she was right.

When Winter saw the abandoned gym, he seemed at least somewhat pleased. He led Malone behind the building, into oh joy, yet another questionable alleyway. Malone watched him silently as he climbed up the wall and broke into the second floor window. This guy had to be the king of parkour.

A minute later, the back door opened, and he let her in. She looked around, smelling the somewhat uncomfortable smell of dust and stale sweat. Mal sat down on a bench and Winter came towards her. He gestured to her jacket. She took it off, and saw that her wound had bled through the bandage.

He sat beside her, slowly peeling off the bandage. She winced, looking away, "Is it bad?"

He paused, "No." Taking a deep breath, she glanced at her shoulder and felt bile rise in her throat. "Not bad?!" Mal yelped, "That is the worst thing I've ever seen in my life!"

Winter only paused to glare at her for a second before returning his attention to her shoulder.

Fifteen minutes of pain later, Malone's shoulder was cleaned, re-stitched, and bandaged up again. Although she had shed quite a few tears, Winter had to give her credit she hadn't even whimpered. She slowly walked around the gym, observing their temporary home. There was nothing left but a few punching bags, some mats, and a boxing ring.

She sighed, lying down on one of the sticky blue mats. After about fifteen minutes, Winter sat down roughly five feet away. Malone flipped over, watching him silently. He was sharpening one of his knives.

The unnerving scraping sound was a bit annoying, but he was the most at ease Malone had ever seen him. She sat up, and his eyes flickered over to her. He looked positively deadly with the knife in his hand.

She gestured to the knife, "Can you teach me how to use one of those?" He didn't say anything, so she continued, "I've always wanted to learn to throw them."

Winter got up and Malone took that as a yes. She followed him to one of the walls. He propped up a plastic mat, cutting a wide circle with a small dot in the middle into the plastic.

He then handed her the knife. Mal was glad her shot shoulder was her left, so she could still throw with her dominant hand. Turning the knife over in her grip, she wondered how many lives it had claimed. Was this the knife he had stabbed Captain America with?

Malone glanced up at him, "No pointers?" The Soldier only pulled out another knife, throwing it straight into the bull's-eye of the circle.

She tried to copy his movements, but wasn't nearly as good. Mal considered it lucky if she even got the knife to stick. After about thirty minutes, she had hit inside the target once. She handed the weapon back to him. Malone walked to the door, "I'm going to go find us something to eat."

He watched her go, and she knew he didn't expect her to return.

A/N kinda a short chappie, sorry!! What do you think so far?? Comments are soooooo~~ welcome they are the highlight of my day.

I have a book of Sebastian Stan/Bucky Imagines if you want---

Also I swear my writing will get better. I wrote this like a year ago and when I went back to proofread before publishing I was surprised about how bad it was. I currently have fifteen chapters written but they all need editing reeeeeaaaaallly bad.