When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 48
Look ma, another update!
Plot: When you inadvertently become a witness to a murder and are suddenly a target for death, it takes a specially skilled soldier and his team to keep you and your family safe.
This will eventually be a is a reader x Bucky fic. The reader, by the way, is a civilian. No super powers, no fighting skills, and by no means perfect.
Word count: 4828
Warnings:
For the entire work: Language (I have a potty mouth), violence, and angst. This will probably get pretty dark later on, and there will be smut. If that’s not your thing, you may want to avoid this story.
Additional warnings specific to this part: Not much…mentions of blood. Maybe some anxiety. Sass because she’s resilient af. Fluff. You’re welcome.
***I do not own any of the lyrics/music in this story, so please don’t sue me for using them***
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Previously on WEMtbB:
“Maybe we just leave it in there. Her artery should eventually heal around it,” Sam muses as he does God knows what.
“No…they coat their bullets in lead. If they cannot cause death they are usually more than happy to cause suffering.”
“Bastards. Well, we’ll have to worry about that after we get her home.”
Home.
You try to focus on that word, on home, instead of their talk of clamps, needles, potential avascular necrosis, and blood transfusions.
The word echoes as consciousness fades.
FINALLY!! For the love! This is the reunion I needed!! ...did I say me? I meant them. The reunion they needed. ...Oops.
Seriously though, this was perfect. It was painful but comforting, serious and funny, sad and happy. Brilliant. Perfection. I'm so glad the sun is out again!