you and bucky had been married for just under a year now. your father had forced you into this marriage, and at first you had hated it, hated him. but you had accepted your rather boring life, expect for when bucky brought you along on jobs.

you were laying down in bed, it was only 7 pm but you had nothing else to do, so you were reading in the warm light of your room. suddenly, bucky bursts through the door with a sigh and he rubs his forehead. “hi, doll.” i mutters, his tone and expression emotionless as he walks to his dresser and takes off his tie.