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As Bucky and (Name) entered the orphanage, something started to seem...off to Bucky. It wasn't the girl. It was the building. He glanced around for the woman that helped him earlier, but she was nowhere to be seen. He asked (Name), "Where's the lady that works here?"

(Name) shrugged, but since her mechanical arm went all the way up past where her shoulder should be, it was only just a one shoulder shrug. "I don't know...she should be at the front desk."

"Well, she's not."

"She isn't?" (Name) hobbled past Bucky, her artificial leg having a hard time to keep up with her other. When she poked her head around the corner, her brow arched upwards. "...Huh. That's...weird. Maybe she's in the yard--?"

"No."

"Uh...maybe...upstairs?" (Name) pointed up the stairwell. "She might be cleaning but then again...I don't...hear anything." She sratched the back of her head in confusion with her good hand. "This is just weird. There's always a super visor here when she isn't...and I don't see her anywhere."

Bucky's internal paranoia alarm was going crazy. He wanted to drop everything and get out of here as fast as possible. Something wasn't right. And he didn't like it one bit. "(Name)...you said when the regular isn't here, another takes her place?"

(Name) nodded. "Yeah. She should be at the front desk but as you can see--"

"What is that?"

(Name) hummed her question, glancing over to where Bucky was staring at. "Behind that ceiling plant? Hm...that looks like...is that a camera?" She titled her head to the side, puzzled by it. "That's new. I've never seen it before...maybe that's what she was working on this morning."

Bucky's heart was racing. A video camera. A brand new security camera. And it was looking straight at him. He spun around to face (Name), gripping into her shoulders. "Is there a back to this place?"

"Yeah. Come here, I'll show ya." (Name) led Bucky behind the greeting desk and into the door behind it. She wobbled over to the tree pot next to the door and dug into the dirt until pulling out a key. Before she twisted the key into it's lock, she stopped and looked over her shoulder to see a anxious Bucky. "Why do you need the back when you can use the front?"

"Reasons."

(Name) glared at him. "That's not an answer." She shrugged. "But whatever." The door clicked and she pushed the door open after tossing the key back in the pot. Bucky passed her to get to the next door as she said to him, "We keep that door locked to keep the younger ones out of the back exit. So they can't run away."

"Then why do you know where the key is?"

"They trust me," (Name) simply answered. "I'm the oldest orphan so I get more...privileges than the rest. Like owning a Game Boy."

"Game Boy?" Bucky repeated. "What's a Game Boy?" He went through the back door.

(Name)'s jaw dropped to the ground, stunned. It took her a minute to realize that Bucky was no longer in the room. When she finally caught up to him, she asked, "You don't know what a Game Boy is?! Do you live under a rock or something? How do you not know what a Game Boy is?"

Bucky didn't understand what she was talking about so he didn't answer, losing interest what the thing was. The name of the object had already escaped him, his kind on more important matters. Like getting out of this once ideal small town. And soon.

"Where are you going?"

"Someplace else."

"But...but what about..." (Name)'s voice became quiet, making Bucky stop and glance over to her. "...Me...?"

Before Bucky had a chance to answer, he heard cars coming towards them. And fast. "(Name), what's the fastest way out of here?"

(Name) pointed at an alley connected to the path leading out of the orphanage. "That way." Bucky ran past her, leaving her alone. "Hey!" She ran after him, her mechanical leg swinging out as she did. "Wait up!" She saw Bucky stop outside of the alley, giving a her chance to catch up with him. When she caught up to him, she said between pants, "Thanks...for wait...ing..." She straightened back up. And what she saw made her understand Bucky's fearful expression.

In front of them, blocking the street, was a large cluster of black SUVs. All the doors swung open on the cars and men in suits and ties came out onto the pavement. They looked like agents that (Name) sees on her weekend television. One of them took a few more steps forward, being the closest to Bucky and (Name).

"(Name)."

"Yeah?"

"Run."

(Name) stared at him. "What?"

"(Name), run!" Bucky grabbed her by her mechanical arm and sprinted in the opposite direction of the government-like cars, taking (Name) with him. She had a hard time trying keeping up with him, tripping over the slow dragging of her mechanical leg.

She yelped when she heard sudden loud popping go off behind them.

Gun shots.

They were shooting at them...but why? Was it because they were running away? Or...was it because of...

Bucky?

(Name) jerked back into reality by a cry of pain coming from Bucky. She felt herself crash into the ground with him. They fell behind the cover of a van. She scrambled to get up on her knees. "Bucky, what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Bucky tried to assure between hisses of pain. "(Name), go. I put your life in danger. . ..I should have known better..."

"Your bleeding!" (Name) exclaimed. Blood was gushing out of his leg, near the knee cap, and in his good shoulder. She ducked into the ground and covered her head with her hand when she heard more gun shots over the towns people screams of terror.

She was afraid.

She was even terrified.

(Name) only knew Bucky for a short amount of time but never before in her life she had something that clicked like him. And, besides the other orphans and the runners of the orphanage, he's the first person she has talked to in years. And even visit. But that was enough time, even though they were getting shot at, she felt like she could trust him.

She glanced over to him one last time, seeing that his bullet wounds were still bleeding and deep. A deep growl came from her throat. She slowly stood up.

"Where are you--?!"

(Name) walked in front of the van, facing the firing guns. She held out her good arm to the side. "Leave..." Bucky and the agents eyes narrowed when the saw something spark. "Him..." Bucky's eyes widened when he saw the teenager's arm burst into flame. "Alone!" With a powerful yell, (Name) threw her arm forwards, a fireball flying straight towards the vehicles before one exploded.