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sometimes you wished you could live in the countryside. somewhere far away like texas or even virginia. it seemed impossible, but you wanted it. someplace so far away that no one could reach you, and it will just be your own little bubble.
maybe a farm with lots of animals for you to take care of, you could grow your own food and maybe start a farmers market. living alone in solitary, just you and him, like those old couples who have a giant white house, a picket fence with a swing on the porch. where you'll watch the sunset and just sit there for hours and hours, maybe it was too good to be true. it was just a silly little dream that would always stay what it was . . .
a dream.
you quickly arose, the gleaming sun hitting the side of your face. you rubbed your temples, focusing your eyes on the current timeframe. "fuck," your head pounded with the memories of last night, making you spit multiple curses under your breath. you turned around to be faced with bucky himself, still soundly asleep. he looked peaceful, almost like a greek god, you wanted to run your fingers through his hair, but you stopped yourself.
you looked at yourself, and instead of having nothing underneath, you had a graphic tee that obviously was not yours and boxers covering your bottom half. you groaned, hopping off the bed. you quickly picked up your ripped fishnets and skirt, trying to not wake up the beast. you headed out of his room, aching from how sore you were. he practically could've ripped you in half last night if he wanted to. even if this was rude, you had to get out of here. you grabbed your vibrating phone out of your jacket on the couch.
you rolled your eyes, pulling it up to your ear as it shook in your hand, "wanda, what the fuck do you want?"
'it's not wanda. why aren't you home?'
your eyes widened, fuck, it was chase. his low and gravelly voice rang your ears like bullets. you could hear his anger flow through the phone, choking you with sound waves. you tried to grab your jacket, as you heard something move in the other room. shit. you panicked, rushing out of the house, closing the door ever so slightly, and running out to the sidewalk. you abruptly stopped yourself from the seeping coldness from the ground. you looked down, realizing you forgot your shoes.
