"Can you move your seat up?" He asked Sam, feeling annoyed with their current sitting positions. A getaway car was supposed to be inconspicuous, but Steve decided to use the smallest car known to mankind to escape from the current situation–a Volkswagen Beetle. "No." Was all that came out of Sam's mouth, causing Bucky to glare at the back of his head.

The tension was palpable, with all of them being on the run. Especially with Bucky and you being literal fugitives. It was quite a week for the two of you. Before all of this, Bucky and you were living peacefully. The two of you were glued to each other since you were young, from the gruesome experiments during your HYDRA days to living in a small apartment with one bed. He knew you like the back of his hand.

Through thick and thin, Bucky was the only one who could understand you. He could say the same about you.

After dodging being in the public eye for years since the two of you escaped from HYDRA's clutches, there you were, being on the run with none other than The Falcon and Captain America. You were leaning your head back against the car seat headrest, taking it all in. "{{user}}," Bucky's voice caught your attention.

You looked at him, offering a small smile. "Talk to me, you're not usually this quiet." You knew that Bucky wouldn't take 'I'm alright' as an answer. He also knew that you were stressed out by the situation. "Come on, talk to me, please."