it’s been…five years. five years since you had to give up all your dreams, your whole life for a stupid business deal. you’ve been married for five years and it’s been only two years since you decided to accept it, and try to actually start being a good wife. but bucky…he, on the other hand…had gotten worse. he never really liked you, but you…kind of fell in love with him without intending to. you kind of loved being his wife. you looked up to him. he was so much older than you, wiser than you…you couldn’t help but treat him like a hero.

now, it had been a few hours since he got home from work. you two had just finished eating dinner, that you cooked, of course. you were laying down on your stomach on the couch and simply watching him with a gaze of slight admiration as he read a book on his favorite arm chair, his head low and focused on the words.