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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MARILYN AND BUCK WALKED THROUGH the camp, the Colonel and DeMarco joining them moments later to inform them about news he gathered. "The moment our boys landed in France, the order went out. All POW camps run by SS." He concluded, a huff following his words. "Seems like that would require a lot of 'em." Buck stated with Marilyn nodding to his words. "You think they're just trying to scare us?" DeMarco asked looking at the Colonel.
"Well, let's hope so. SS rules would put us in a world of trouble." He said, Marilyn quick to respond with a 'yeah'. The Colonel excused himself as he went to tell the other men leaving the three alone. They met up with Bucky who was digging, muttering to himself as he worked. Marilyn inhaled as the two men looked to her out of worry for Bucky, he had yet to notice her and act sane. "We gotta get the men in shape. It's not gonna look good to our German host, now is it?" He rambled. He did that often now, always getting lost in talking. Marilyn often had to stop him mid sentence so that he could move on to a different subject.
She loved hearing him talk, but the endless rambling worried her. It was obvious John Egan was going insane inside the Stalag, however there wasn't much any of them could do about it. "We gotta get these guys ready to fight. There's no telling what these Krauts'll do." Marilyn agreed with his words but stayed silent as she let him talk himself out. "All of us training together, building up muscle, that's-that's something they might notice. But that stump remover, that's a solution." She looked towards the stump remover, watching men slave over it. It was a genius idea even if it was hard labor.
"If we're consistent for a couple of months, we'll be ready to fight." He finished, glancing towards Marilyn as her eyes had yet to leave the stump remover. "We tell them we're after the wood, stocking up for the winter." She finally spoke, ripping her attention away from the men at work.
"Plus, extra wood, extra weapons." DeMarco chimed in. But the two didn't have time to respond as men gathered at the fences. New arrivals were making their way through the gates. She glanced at Bucky who abandoned his shovel and started to walk with her, Buck, and DeMarco to the fences to see who were the unsuspecting visitors. Shouts rang out, ones of positivity and those of racism towards three men.
She caught sight of them, two holding one on their shoulders as the man on top clutched his neck. Bucky stared at them with no thought as they passed by, Marilyn felt pity for the man who had hurt his neck. She was about to go help when they were rushed off by two others. Men around her complaining of their presence in the camp had finally gained her attention, angering her. She glared at the main man who was complaining, the man glared back but soon fixed his face as he processed that it was her. "Don't say that shit again." She demanded, leaving before he could say anything back.
She returned to her barracks as there wasn't much she could do at the time being. Crank and DeMarco following suit, the two mumbling about who would beat the other at cards later on. She didn't often join in on the games, but figured if they needed a third person then she would participate. It had been a few hours since the new arrivals, so far no one new was assigned to their bunks. Marilyn sat beside John at the table as she yawned, Bucky mimicking her as she finished.
His arm placing itself on her thigh as he leaned forward to look at the cards were handed out. Her attention was grabbed as two of the men from earlier walked in to the room. "Second Lieutenant Alexander Jefferson, 332nd Fighter Group." The man spoke, standing tall as he spoke. "Second Lieutenant Richard D. Macon, 332nd." The man that clutched his neck said, a little more shyly than his companion. Buck looked to her before he spoke, the rest of the men waiting for either Marilyn or Buck to say something as they often had authority. She gave a nod as she wanted him to welcome the men. "Gentlemen, welcome to paradise." He stated, looking back at his own cards after he finished his sentence.
She excused herself as she went to help the men settle in, it was the least she could do seeing as they obviously felt out of place. "Gentlemen." She smiled softly, "Marilyn Boyd, 100th Bomb group." She said, not addressing her rank as it wasn't her main priority. The man who introduced himself as Alexander Jefferson glanced to his friend before speaking. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." He stated respectfully, catching her by surprise. Bucky overheard the conversation and stared at the back of Marilyn's head, jealousy overtaking him as he watched her converse with the new men.
His jealousy seemingly obvious as Buck called his name, breaking him out of his trance. "Calm down, man. She's just being polite." Gale chuckled slightly as his friend's jealousy wasn't needed. Anyone could see both of them were just being friendly, Marilyn trying to break the tension and make the two feel welcomed.
"Do you guys need any help settling in?" She offered, if they denied her help then she would return to Bucky's side. "No, but uh we appreciate your kindness." Macon spoke up for the two of them. She nodded in response, "Of course." She ended, turning and walking towards her boyfriend who was still staring at Alexander. She realized from his look that it wasn't hatred but jealousy instead, she laughed to herself as she sat down beside him. Immediately, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "John, leave the man alone." She whispered, sending an apologetic glance to Alexander.
His eyes catching sight of Marilyn's, he easily could get lost in her eyes. He admired them often, even if they were just solid brown. In his opinion, they were the most beautiful thing on Earth. He sent one last glare at the man before returning his focus onto the card game before him. Marilyn was unimpressed by his behavior, she sat more alert than she normally did, not leaning into his touch.
John took notice of this, his attention immediately snapping back to her. Gale, who saw everything, watched the two mentally bicker. Bucky tried to place a hand on her lower back, however it was immediately shot down by Marilyn. His heart sunk as she rejected his advances, he watched her remove herself from the seat and walk over to her bunk. By now, the rest of the men had noticed the pair's disagreement as they were always together even when one was exhausted.
Gale looked to his friend who stared blankly at his girlfriend. She removed her jacket, discarding it on the ground and climbing into her bed. "Fuck." John muttered under his breath, he knew apologies were expected out of him, but he knew better than to make up tonight. He learned that it was better for her to be alone when she was mad at him, that way he didn't mess up anything else.
"She's got you wrapped around her finger, Bucky." DeMarco joked, a scoff escaping Bucky's lips. Though, he couldn't deny it himself. Marilyn did indeed have John wrapped around her finger, and he wouldn't change that for the world.
