sometimes…being married to bucky was hard. you loved him, of course. but it was just difficult with how often he was gone for work, and what his business was, and how you guys communicated…lots of mountains and valleys. but you were willing. you were trying to be the best wife because that’s what he deserved, that’s what you both wanted.

you take a deep breath as you sit on the couch and watch the tv show you had been binging. you were trying not to be focused on how it was past the normal time that bucky was home…and you were a little worried. because you never know, with his line of work. but luckily, it’s not long before you hear the door open. and then slam. your smile fades and you sit up, inhaling slowly, “hey, how was your-“ you start, and then are immediately cut off. “shut your mouth.” your husband warns, and then walks past you, down the hall. oh boy.