Fight For Your Life And Don't Turn Back

How much more walking did they have to endure? It was marching, after marching, and more marching. Y/N didn't know how much longer she could walk in a crowd that doesn't understand the concept of personal space or a straight line. One foot in front of the other. It isn't that har, is it?

"Popeye's saying they're taking us across the Danube tomorrow", Bucky explains. "We move tonight, or we don't move at all."

Bucky had been adamant about escaping ever since he stepped foot into that boot camp. Well, Buck tells her whenever she got there, his planning became more common. Now he had been explaining why it was crucial with the way things were looking. It was either they made a run for it or walk into whatever the Germans had planned for them at the end of the path.

"Tonight?", Gale and Y/N question at the same time.

"Tonight", he resolves with a short nod, looking around at all the men that walked with them.

"We won't be able to make a run for it after that, Gale", George tries to reason. "The river is too damn big to get back to this other side. Listen, guys are starting to break out into groups."

"Buck if we keep it tight, me, you, George, Y/N. You know it's a better chance to move unseen", Bucky tries convincing though the girl could already see Buck leaning over the line to side with his best friend.

That's when a plane is heard from above, the low buzzing noise becoming louder with each passing second. Everyone had stopped moving at that point, turning their heads in all directions trying to find sight of the aircraft that sounded to be coming straight for them.

"P-51!", someone shouts, turning to group into panic as they all try to get off the path.

P-51 planes were part of their team. They were their fighter jets though putting yourself in the minds of the pilot, there were a group of people along a path, carrying things that cannot be identified from above, and most importantly, they were in Germany. So, when the firing of shots was heard, kicking up dirt from behind, no one was surprised.

Screams and yelps of pain filled the ears of those that were out that night, the plane killing no less than 50 men from its round.

Bucky was one of the first to stand up, speeding his way up to the captain yelling at him for making them walk at night, his voice breaking from the volume it was emitting. He had to be held back by a few others since he was becoming extremely agitated and was hollering directly in a German's face.

Gale looks at Y/N during the commotion, reading her expression of despair. "You in?"

She nods without hesitation, not wanting to be stuck with the Germans who do not seem to know what they're doing for much longer. "I'm in."

He then goes up to Bucky grabbing him by the collar, shaking him out of his trance. "John, look at me, look at me!"

Bucky stops his yelling, shifting his eyes to the blonde with a diluted look of fury.

"We're in. We make a run for it tonight."

"Calm down, before they put a bullet in your head", Y/N says as she struts up to the pair, hitting Bucky on the backside of the head.

Their plan was in action, the only problem? - They had no sense of where they were.

"According to Jefferson's map, there's a forest a few miles north-west. If we make it that far, we should be pretty well-covered", George points in the air, trying to get a clue of how far away they were from the forest he's describing.

"Oh, we'll make it that far", Bucky concludes confidently.

"I say we head down that way", Buck points out an opening with a fence, low enough to jump without being noticed. "Take advantage of the confusion while we still can."

"Over that wall", Bucky breathes out. "All right, who wants to go first?"

"I'll go", George volunteers, wasting no time in slipping away from the bunch towards their makeshift exit.

"All right Bill, go."

He nods curtly and obeys, going after George.

"Get going, I'll be right behind you two", Bucky says, motioning to the way with his head.

"All right", Buck says, giving him one last reassuring glance before sneaking away.

Bucky realizes the hesitation that Y/N was fighting with. This all seemed too good to be true. Germans practically surrounded them, yet three of them had made it out without notice. She had already lost Curt, and she didn't know if she would lose Bucky too. She couldn't. She wouldn't

"Y/N, go", he says sternly.

She looks over the wall where she sees Buck looking back at her, trying to get her to follow, then looks back over to John.

"Promise me", she says silently, looking at him with pleading eyes.

A smile of consolation creeping up onto his face. "I'd never leave you, you know that."

"John, promise me."

He hesitates for a moment before speaking back to her. "I promise, now go."

She shakes her hands at her sides to shake off her nerves, turning to go over the wall, but changing her mind briefly and goes up to him, quickly giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek before rushing off after Gale.

He smiles to himself then tries to follow his friends; his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Halt! Halt!", a guard yells at him, gun now raised in the direction of his friends.

"Hey, hey! Don't shoot!", he yells back. He grabs his gun, pushing it in air when the guard pulls the trigger, a loud ring sounding through the village.

Y/N and Gale both turn around at the commotion noticing Bucky wrestling with the guard, the gun in both their grasps as they fight for the upper hand.

"Go! Get out of here!", he screams at them, not wanting them to come back with a sight of freedom in their wake.

Though Y/N didn't move. At least not until Gale grabbed her arm, pulling her along with, her feet fighting to match his pace when he boosts her over the wall, the ground hitting her hard when she landed on it.

The sound of the gun's safety going off drives them forward, running faster into the forest, high off adrenaline. The rush for safety fueling their speed, feet scramming, arms pumping and lungs contracting.

The girl was distraught. Were all those shots meant for them, or was one held special for the brunette that got them out of the mess. There was no way to tell. She didn't know when she could come up with an answer, when she would see him again... If she would even see him again.

Gale was first, managing their route through two woods. Twigs snapped under their feet while silence filled the air. The long grass came into view, along with a ditch and the noise of tires rolling on the gravel and dirt road that had appeared in front of them.

"You hear that?", Gale asks.

"Sounds like GMC's", Bill adds on.

They run closer to the road for a better view, laying down and crouching in the ditch, the grass providing the cover that they would need to not be seen.

There were four vehicles, all transporting German soldiers.

"Looks like they're retreating", Buck observes.

The motion from the trucks blew the grass from side-to-side, tickling the faces of those who were hiding, brushing over and around their bodies. They stand up after the trucks had passed and they a safe distance away. They run across the road, hunched over and quickly stepped, gaining safety from the trees on the other side. Taking a small break, George wanders off to go to the washroom, while Buck, Y/N and Bill stay together.

Y/N was sitting on a log, gazing out into the distance, a million thoughts running through her head now that she had time to process the events of the morning.

"You alright Y/N?", Buck asks her, noticing her zoning out.

She looks down at her hands before directing her gaze at him forcing a weak smile. "I'm doing great."

She didn't want to leave Bucky's side and Buck could already tell by the way she was about to leap back for him when she heard him yelling.

The sound of George grunting, almost as if he was having fighting with someone echoed through the trees soon after. Buck and Y/N stand up swiftly, leaving Bill asleep and running over to the man that was out for freedom.

He had been stabbed, by a little boy with a bayonet. Gale ran up to him, grabbing the gun from his hands and punched him across the face causing him to fly to the ground. He then hit him with the butt of the gun as another boy came up behind him, pointing a gun directly at his head. He puts his arms up in surrender, Y/N doing the same while he threw the gun to the side.

The little boy was scared, Y/N could tell that much but Buck took the vulnerability for the chance for to grab his gun and throw him to the ground. The look of terror washed over his face, not knowing what to do. Buck was breathing heavily, his eyes sharp with pure hatred, with fog blurring his mind.

"Buck he's just a kid!", Y/N shouts at him, putting her hand on his arm, gripping onto his scratchy army coat and moving his arm off to the side so the boy would be out of the firing zone.

His breathing slows down, his eyes never leaving the boy on the ground. He jerks his head to the side indicating for him to leave and yelled at him to get out.

The boy wasted no time in picking himself up and running off into the distance, tears now streaming down his face.

"Fucking kids", he mumbles, walking over to George's bloody body that laid unmoving on the ground.

Y/N takes a stand next to Bill, biting the inside of her cheek. It felt like she had just met the man. He was as quick to leave as he was to come.

"We gotta go Buck", he tells him.

He stands up, pulling out the magazine from the gun he was holding with a click.

"They didn't even have any goddamn bullets", he says angrily, gritting his teeth.

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It had been a few hours of wandering aimlessly before they had any sight of civilization. Noticing a German town that was fully occupied with Americans, they decided to go out onto the streets. The soldiers' boots clicked against the concrete streets as they paroled the newly abandoned city. They were ensuring there was no more of the enemy in the area to harm their safety.

Y/N, Bill and Buck made their way out into the open, catching the attention of the closest soldier who raise their gun on instinct in their direction. "Stop right there!", he yells at them, causing the group of friends to raise their arms in surrender, not wanting to cause any trouble for their own side.

"Hey! Woah! We're Americans."

"We're Americans!"

They group of three tries convincing him, speaking in English and by obligating to his defensive practices, the worry but hope of security filling their minds.

"Keep your hands up!", another soldier yells at them, coming up from further down the street to offer backup.

One puts his hand on his shoulder, pushing a button on the radio that occupied his gear. "We've got three here. They say they're ours. They look like POWs."

"All right, bring them in", the man over the radio concludes. The two men look at each other, give one another a nod in agreement and put their guns back down to their sides.

"All right, at ease."

They all let out a breath of relief, the tense few minutes and the adventure that they had prevailed now seeming to have an end. A good ending at that. They bring their hands back down to their sides and follow their allies to the army trucks that promised them a way home.