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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"YANKEES TRADE DIMAGGIO?" BUCKY asked, Marilyn shaking her head at his response to someone's protest. "It's not working." She responded for the man who was annoyed with the radio. "Let's get some air." A sigh came from the room as the men agreed, most walking out. She watched as they left, keeping her seat at the table beside a defeated Buck.
"When this weather gets better, what do you say if we made our move?" Bucky asked, staring at the two as he finished, waiting for their answer. "Haven't you been paying attention?" Buck retorted, his annoyance was very present in his face.
"The odds of getting out of here alive and in one piece is.."
"30-to-1, 40-to-1, 50-to-1?"
Marilyn sighed, she appreciated John's optimism but in this case it was clear that it would take a miracle to escape. "I don't have a plan yet." Buck rolled his eyes at his friend. "But I'll find one." Bucky continued, hope was filled in his eyes as he thought about returning back to base. "Well, maybe you should come up with one with better odds." Marilyn commented, she rubbed her forehead not daring to look at her boyfriend.
