Natasha | Bucky
She didn't like this at all, she didn't like the terrain, she wanted an open field - she wanted to face whatever this was and come at it head on, to see who or what it was that was stalking them like this. There had been only very few times in her life when she'd felt like prey and something about this tingled at the back of her skull with that same sick familiar feeling. Leaving her unsettled and all to ready to find her way out, dragging James along with her until they were both back on the other side of that damned door.
Which was exactly what she did, not in full perhaps, but she grabbed for James hearing the rumbling sound of discontent around them, animals, monsters, whatever these things were none too pleases with what they'd done and James assessment that they needed to run was all they could do in this moment.
And so she ran, one hand reached out to grab for James just long enough to make sure he was coming too before they were both moving through the trees, keeping an eye on him always, so that she didn't lose him in this place, in the dark. She felt like there was something right there along side her though, even as they ran, like whatever it was was keeping pace with them. Or trying to at the very least.
"Up ahead," She said, louder now, just to be certain James heard her. "There." She looked in the direction of what she'd seen, a light maybe? A house? A shelter? Or maybe just something to draw them in and finish them off. Whatever it was it seemed like the best option and Natasha shifted her direction just enough to point them in the direction of the light, running as fast as her feet would carry her toward what was taking shape as a house. She didn't even pause to look after she'd opened the door just yanked it wide and made sure she and James both went tumbling through.