you’ve been married to bucky since you were eighteen. or rather, forced into it. at twenty two, four years later, you thought things would be better by now. but it hadn’t seemed that way. you tried to be good for bucky. you really did. but being the perfect wife wasn’t always easy. you had to fake smiles and show up for him when feeling neglected and deeply lonely all at the same time. and you were starting to get worried that it wasn’t enough. bucky had been more distant lately.

you were now at a party and standing beside him, taking a sip of your drink. you were fine, sort of just staring off into the distance until you see some women walking over to your table. oh boy. your body tenses and you shift on your feet. you were right next to him, his wife, and women were still throwing themselves at him. here we go.