Shadows and Secrets (A MCU FanFic)

Chapter 34: Heart

trigger warning: dark themes and references to self-harm and suicide that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

Marjorie's POV

    The experiment had worked perfectly.

    Bucky seemed much happier in the morning, and his purple circles looked way better.

    Marjorie wished she felt the same.

    Unfortunately, she was currently suffering from period cramps.

    Every time she had her period, it was accompanied by a horribly uncomfortable pressure in her abdomen. She couldn't do anything but swallow some Advil and curl up with a heating pad in a ball, trying not to throw up or pass out.

    Which she had done for an hour this morning—until her cramps have gone from a 9 on the pain scale to a more tolerable 4.

    It was bad timing.

    She had woken up to a small pressure in her abdomen, and then had teleported to her room, and almost passed out.

    Marjorie was feeling (a little) better now, so she quickly got dressed and did her hair and makeup.

    She decided to go with white ripped jean shorts and a light blue long sleeve 1989 (Taylor Swift) sweatshirt, accompanied by some blue sparkly eyeliner from an Avatar: The Last Airbender makeup kit for some Water Nation vibes. (Marjorie honestly loved that show so much. 10/10, would recommend.)

    Anyway, Marjorie was conflicted about last night. On one hand, Bucky had not had nightmares—a successful night. Not to mention, she had gotten to curl up against him, a feeling she could never get tired of.

    On the other hand, she had run out embarrassingly as soon as she woke up. At least she had explained.

    Well...

    Marjorie was only able to say two words: "Sorry," and "Cramps."

    Bucky already knew that she had really bad cramps sometimes, so hopefully he would understand and not get his feelings hurt.

    ... Yeah, she probably needed an actual apology/explanation. A full sentence, at least.

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    "I'm sorry about earlier, I wasn't feeling well and had to go to my room."

    Marjorie had found him outside of her room, playing on his phone. He often waited for her there, and other times he followed her around; kinda like a bodyguard.

    Huh, he was kinda like a bodyguard sometimes...

    Marjorie liked the idea of him trying to protect her.

    Bucky ran his hand through his hair, which only made it look better. He would definitely be a citizen of good-hair-land. "It's okay," he said genuinely. "Are you feeling better?"

    Marjorie let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "Yeah, I'm better." Mostly. "I was worried that I hurt your feelings."

    "No, I'm fine." Bucky frowned slightly, and muttered, "You worry about me but not yourself?"

    Marjorie pretended she hadn't heard this and allowed him to guide her to the kitchen for breakfast. Sam had made waffles, he explained.

    She didn't really mind that he was so insistent on making sure she didn't starve, even though it was impossible. Bucky didn't know that she couldn't die from the absence of food.