𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 (𝘣.𝘣)

Legally

Buckys POV

That was the worst night of sleep I've ever gotten.

I usually never sleep on an empty stomach. Or leave the Rogers house on an empty stomach. But being at the table with Winston made me sick. The second I got home, I did as much digging as I could. Legally.

Winston was not just a foresnic anthropologist. Winston's social media pages were bare to empty unless he was showing pictures of his dog, Bones.

I checked his Linkedin, and there is no information on him. He has an account. No profile picture, no bio, nothing.

But, I found his twitter. Yes, empty except the occasional dog photos. But his following list was public. And while scrolling through his following, I ran across a girl who had both her and Winston in the profile picture.

And Winston was kissing this woman.

I clicked on her account to see that she had last retweeted a post 7 minutes ago. She was active.
I scrolled down to the bottom of her posts to find them filled with Winston's name.

"Winston finally took me to the sushi restaurant I've been begging of him too. He regrets not taking me sooner!"

"Winston just brought home a little puppy! After my favorite show and his career, we decided to call him Bones!"

"Bones and Winston asleep on the couch when I got home. #myboys"

Now I'm confused. I scroll back up to her most recent post just to find something absurd.

"Winston just brought home a whole bunch of clothes for baby girl. Missing all of our family but we're having a blast on our baby-moon!"

What. The. Hell.

I immediately take a screenshot and text both Steve and Sam the same message.

Get to my place ASAP. Something is up with Winston.