When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 41
Hello everyone! I’m briefly surfacing from the pits of academic hell once more to bring you this!! *three more weeks of school…three more weeks of school…three more weeks of school*
To all of you that left feedback/comments on the last part - I apologize for not responding, but things are really chaotic right now. Just know that I do read each and every one of your comments *cough cough* multiple times *cough cough* and I appreciate them (and you) more than I can say.
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.
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: Violence, physical assault, death, mentions of blood, mentions of murder/death (including non-established characters), If I need to add anything else, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. If you don’t want me to publish the ask, I won’t, or you can feel free to do it as a Nonnie. I will not take offense to any trigger warning requests. Your well-being is important to me and I do NOT want to trigger anyone.
***I do not own any of the lyrics/music in this story, so please don’t sue me for using them***
You’re just going to lie here for a minute or five, not long. Just long enough to pretend, long enough to maybe fool your mind into sleeping when you get back to your room. Just long enough for your heart to stop its ever-present ache, even if just for a minute.
A gentle sigh escapes as your body reacts to Bucky’s proximity, and you feel yourself relax into the mattress.
You’ll just close your eyes and lie here for a minute.