the anxiety had been eating you alive. seriously. you’ve never felt this worried. ever. maybe because this is the first time this has happened. bucky is always home on time. always. but not tonight. so immediately, you had assumed the worst. he had gotten kidnapped, or shot…or he was cheating on you. you wouldn’t be surprised at the latter. your marriage was arranged. you two were never some true love, epic romance story. but it was scaring you right now how much you cared that he was okay. it was almost midnight, but you couldn’t sleep. your sons, six year old james and three year old adam were asleep upstairs, but you were sitting in the kitchen with a cup of chamomile tea, trying to calm yourself down because you couldn’t contact bucky. you shouldn’t care this much. but you did.

it was too dark, too quiet. that’s when you hear something open behind you. the back door. you whip your head around, almost terrified because no one should be coming through the back door. unless it’s bucky. it is. it’s bucky. you let out a breath when you realize. but it stays there…because…you stare at him. he’s covered in blood. one of his hands if clutching at his side and he looks totally beat.