Shadows and Secrets Book Three (A MCU FanFic)

Chapter 26: Durability

trigger warning: language that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

trigger warning: sexual content/smut that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

Bucky's POV

"Wake up, Doll," he said softly.

Bucky slid into an empty parking space and braked the car. He didn't bother with a parking tag; the car was stolen and therefore couldn't be used by them again. "We're here."

Marjorie opened her eyes slightly. "We're here already? Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes, we're at the airport. You looked so cute, I didn't want to wake you up."

She rolled her eyes. "You mean you didn't want me to catch you speeding."

Bucky scoffed, hiding a smirk. "I did no such thing."

"Liar," she argued playfully. "Come on, we have a flight to catch."

Their flight left in 30 minutes. He had wanted to be at the airport sooner, but they had gotten held up making a plan for when Marjorie could train with the rest of the Avengers.

Since London was 4 hours ahead, Marjorie would teleport back to the safe house for two hours every evening. It would be afternoon for the Avengers in the safe house, but evening for Bucky and Marjorie in London, after Marjorie got back from her undercover job—if she got the job, that is.

The interview was on Monday. They would arrive in London tomorrow morning—Sunday—and get settled in the apartment Wade had arranged. He refused to show them a picture of the apartment, claiming it was a "surprise."

This only worried Bucky more. He didn't think Wade knew the difference between habitable and not.

"Bucky," whispered Marjorie. He glanced at her. Her face was strained. "My hand."

He realized that instead of holding hands like they had been 10 minutes ago by the car, he was squeezing her fingers and probably cutting her circulation. Bucky immediately dropped her hand. "I'm so sorry," he frantically apologized. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she reassured, flexing her fingers before wrapping her hand around his bicep. "It was an accident."

He bit his lip. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded. "You're stressed because there's lots of people?" she guessed.

"Yeah." The airport was crowded, and Bucky and Marjorie were attempting to navigate the crowds in an unfamiliar location. Not to mention, he was unarmed in order to get through airport security.

"Hmm. Are you sure it's a good idea for you to go to the Eras Tour then?"

That was another thing discussed after the Avengers meeting. Sam and Marjorie had asked him if he wanted to be the official third ticket-holder, and he had agreed. "Yeah, what do you mean?"

"Well, the Eras Tour is a stadium tour." Marjorie and Bucky got in line for security. "And it's sold out for that night. So, there will be 70,000 people at the stadium, and a couple more tens of thousands standing outside without tickets."

Bucky stopped dead in tracks. "Seventy thousand?"

Marjorie tugged on his arm and he resumed walking. "Yep," she said casually.

"I'm still coming," he said weakly. Like hell he was letting Marjorie go by herself—or, worse, with Sam. He swallowed his nausea at the prospect of seventy thousand potentially dangerous people in the same place as him and tried to put on a pleasant smile. "I want to go. It sounds... fun."