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48 hours
[ TW: obsessive behaviour, slight gore, sexual themes, kidnapping ]
Bucky's head shot up when he heard your melodic laugh. The sound was loud and nostalgic to him, it reminded him of warm summer days back when life was simple, back when life was normal. If he could, he would capture it and burn it to his permanent memories.
When he shifted his focus to the god of thunder, he nearly turned green from both anger and envy. His eye twitched at Thor's hand on your smooth thigh and one of yours on his shoulder. He hated the way he rubbed it, the way he gazed at you with love and vise versa. It made him burn with anger at your audacity to fall in love with another, especially after all the two of you have been through together. It made him damn near ill.
This wasn't the way things were supposed to be, not in the slightest. He was supposed to be the one you wake up to in the morning and the one who's arms you fall asleep in at night. Not that shit-for-brains god and not anyone else. It had to be him and it will. He didn't care how, but he would have you. One way or another.
So he snuck into your room that same night. The smell of sweat and sex hung in the air, it was suffocating. He stood by the door and watched as your chest rose and fell while you slept. He waited to see if you and Thor were truly asleep before he made his move.
First he injected you with a liquid that would knock you out for at least a day. Then he walked to Thor, quiet as a cat, and slit his throat. 'Finally' he thought, 'now that he's gone, nothing'sstopping me'.
He then picked up your sleeping form and placed you in a huge duffel bag he had came in with, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving with you, never to turn back.
