I Never Told You What I Do For A Living | Bucky Barnes

2. Staring Down A Loaded Gun

Chapter 2
Staring Down A Loaded Gun

    Three days later, I was standing on the dock with Bucky, along with some other families who were saying goodbye to their loved ones. Even though I didn't want him to leave, I knew he had to, and I was just glad it happened before I had to leave. He'd be far away with his unit in Italy by the time I ended up in the midst of the Nazis; collecting information to aid the allies in ending the war, once and for all.

    Bucky had been called over by a couple of his friends, while I stayed where I was. I didn't want to intrude on anything, and there was also the possibility that he didn't want to introduce me to anybody just yet. I didn't have anybody to tell about him – apart from Peggy, Howard, and Abraham – but I also couldn't mention them to Bucky without telling him what my actual job was. Sometimes it sucks being a spy.

    But I was wrong about him not wanting people to know about me. He was soon making his through the crowd - in full dress uniform - with two others. One was in a bowler hat and had an impressive mustache, while the other had a wide smile that stood out against his skin.

    "So you're the girl he hasn't shut up about?" The one in the bowler said, "We owe the guys some money. We didn't believe you were real."

    "Described you as an angel."

    "You know, I can almost see your halo." They joked, Bucky slowly starting to blush a light shade of pink, "But if you don't mind me saying, his description of your beauty doesn't do you any justice. You far exceed all expectations."

    It was my turn to blush, going an even darker shade than Bucky. "He talked about me?"

    "Wouldn't shut up about you. Some of the boys were ready to kill him." He told me, "Others think he was going to run off and elope with you."

    "But it wouldn't feel right without Steve, and my ma would hit me with her broom if she wasn't there. Dum Dum, Gabe. Meet Regina Larson." He took my hand when introducing us, "Lizzie, meet Dum Dum Dugan, and Gabe Jones. We trained together at Camp McCoy in Wisconsin."

    "It's lovely to meet you both." I shook their hands and smiling at the nickname that Bucky had given me after he learned how much I hated being called Gina and didn't want to call me Beth, "I wish the circumstances were better, but beggars can't be choosers."

    We stood and chatted for a few minutes before the whistle blew, and it was time for them to leave. Bucky gave me a long, slow kiss; not wanting to let go of my hand, but knowing he had to.

    "I'll write to you first. I won't have a permanent address for a few weeks, so a friend has said they'll get my post to me." I told him, running my thumb over the back of his hand, "You can't get rid of me easily. I'm like glue."

    He laughed, kissing my cheek. "I promise you, Doll. First break away from the one-oh-seventh, I'm going to spend it with you. I'm going to find you, and spend however long I have, doing all the things I wish I could do with you now."

    "I look forward to it." I kissed his lips, straightened his tie and his hat, "Now, get going Soldier. Go kick some Nazi ass."

    "Yes, ma'am." He stepped back, saluted me, and ran off towards the boat; the other soldiers wolf whistling and whooping. I could see Gabe and Dum Dum smiling and clapping on the deck.

    Even after the ship started moving away from the dock, I didn't move. I was too busy waving to Bucky, Dum Dum, and Gabe. In fact, I stayed on the dock long after the boat was out of sight; knowing full well that that could have been the last time I'd ever see them.