𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿, no one is searching for love. especially those who would rather have one night stands, and those that are too busy trying to prove their worth.
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽, nicknamed the bloody 100t...
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HEAVY BREATHING SOUNDED IN THE PLANE. Marilyn and John sat in silence as they had come back early, thinking about their missing friend. "I'm going to be with Crank." Marilyn stated, blankly staring out of the cockpit. Her fingers trailing on the steering wheel in front of her.
"You be careful up there." Bucky looked at her, sorrow filling his eyes as he talked. He couldn't lose the woman that meant so much to him. Such a short time they have known each other and yet they would do anything to be together.
"I'll try."
"No, I mean it. I'm not losing you too."
Marilyn nodded, looking at her hands. She excused herself as she went into the body of the plane. She found her way to the nose of the plane, where she flew her missions. Her fingers found their way to the bombsight. Her eyes closing as she prepped herself for the mission.
She knew Bucky was going to the bar later, but she wouldn't join him. She needed to fly this mission completely sober, no hangover or headache. She had flown many missions before, but this one was different. She was fighting for Buck, for Quinn, for Curt who they had learned died on the way to Africa.
She reached her hand to her dog tags, above it a locket with her family inside. She clutched it, shutting her eyes once more as she prayed silently. "God, please let me come home in one piece to them." She whispered, she wasn't particularly religious but she often found herself praying before each mission.
"Viper!" Lemmons called, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Harding is looking for you and John." She nodded in response, climbing out of the chair and making her way back on the ground. Bucky threw his arm around her shoulders as he often did.
"You ok, Major?" Lemmons called, watching the pair walk off.
"Don't worry, Kenny. I don't even feel it." Bucky replied, his arm falling down to the small of Marilyn's back. Truth was, he did feel it and he was lying to himself every time he denied it.
"I'm not going to the bar." Marilyn made small talk, looking over to him as they walked. "I figured." He replied, still looking forward and not meeting her eyes. "Sleep well, May. I'll see you tomorrow." He said as they reached her sleeping quarters.
"G'night, Major." She smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips as she turned to walk into the room. Bucky grabbed her hand, pulling her back in, this time the kiss was passionate. He didn't know what would happen tomorrow and if he were to lose her, he wanted to savor the last moments they had together.
She pulled away, smiling slightly. Resting her forehead on his chest, not wanting to leave now. Bucky placed a kiss on her forehead, his hand on the back of her head as well. He looked at her, taking in her features as if it was the last time he would ever see her.
"Sleep well." He lovingly said, allowing her to end their hug first. "You too, don't be out too late." She gave him a judging look as he rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't drink too much." She said after she had walked into the room, "You're no fun." he joked, watching her walk away.
He heard the laugh she often let out, it was like music to his ears. He would never grow tired of hearing her laugh. It was all he would be asking for in a few days time.
BUCKY GLANCED UP TO SEE MARILYN'S SHIP STILL in the air. A feeling of relief flooded over him as Crank took the lead. He fell to the Earth, watching the 100th fade in the distance. He didn't know Marilyn would soon be on the ground as well. But for now, he focused on not being captured.
Stumbling onto a farm, he cut away a head of lettuce. He wasn't a fan of the taste but food was food, who knows when he would get a proper meal again. His sight falling on that of a german kid, his finger rushing to his lips to signal the child to keep quiet.
"Amerikaner!"
Bucky sprinted, fighting to escape the farm. There was no way he was going to let the German family capture him. He rushed into the river, frequently looking behind his back as he walked through it.
"We don't want to kill you." One of the men spoke, Bucky knew better than to trust them. His breath was shaky as he emerged from the bushes, hearing a gun click his heart seemed to stop.
"For you the war is over." The voice spoke sternly, he knew that there was no way he would make it back to Marilyn now. He thought of the moment they shared outside of her barracks, he yearned for her touch at the moment. He accepted defeat easily, he was going to make it home to Marilyn like he had said. Even if it meant absolute torture.
MARILYN RAN THROUGH THE WOODS, HER neck bleeding as a piece of glass sliced open the thin skin. Her legs ached, adrenaline pumping through her veins. It was the only thing that kept her alive. Her stomach growled but she refused to stop running. She had German soldiers behind her, there was no way she was going to let them catch her.
Her body was on the brink of exhaustion, her lungs ached as she continued to press on. The lack of food in her system made it almost impossible to get energy; Her organs started to go into survival mode.
She had to stop, she fought to catch her breath as she tried to watch her back. She sat down, having no choice as her legs were on the verge of giving out. Her heartbeat could be heard in her ears, making it hard for her to hear anything going on around her.
The Germans were close and she had no idea. Her head pounded, it was pure torture trying to survive in a foreign land where anyone could easily kill her. She slumped back against the tree, the lack of food and water finally catching up as the adrenaline subsided. Marilyn had passed out in the worst possible area.
