Summary: Bucky realizes why something feels off after being rescued by Steve. Words: 713 Warnings: angst, fuck is used like 12 times in one dialogue so cussing A/N: I know today was scheduled for something else but this was literally the only thing I could focus on writing. So here is day two of ficmas with a names drabble! This is Bucky’s POV. Sorry this was posted on the third, I wrote this pretty last minute and the taglist for names alone has 50 people on it so took up a lot of time.
I was glad to be rescued, glad to see Steve again. Glad that everyone else was okay. I walked back into camp behind Steve, holding the gun in my hands. A brunette woman approached Steve, looking rather annoyed. And though I was glad. I was upset. Upset that Steve was now here. That he was here in Europe, not back in Brooklyn with Marjorie.
But something still didn’t feel right. Something still felt off, and I couldn’t shake it. Even though I didn’t know why, but I had a gut feeling that something was wrong with Marjorie, that she was in danger. I didn’t say anything, I was probably just being paranoid. Steve always said I was when it came to her.
That night, I tossed and turned through the night. The feeling still hadn’t gone away and I racked my brain trying to figure out why I thought she was in such danger.
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