Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

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Summary: you followed your husband Bucky as he went off to war. He wasn't pleased, but he kept you close to him as he took down HYDRA bases. After you witnessed Steve and Bucky die, you stepped up and took over the Commandos. It didn't last long, because HYDRA captured you on a mission. You were with them for years, until SHIELD found you and gave you your life back. The last thing you expected was to see your husband when you're out taking down a villain.

Warnings: language, sadness, 

Length: 2.6k

"I told you not to be here!" Bucky groaned, leaning on Steve's shoulder. "What were you thinking following me?" 

"We'll talk later." You huffed, helping your husband walk. "You've been a test subject for god knows how long." 

"I'm fine, doll." Bucky forced a smile onto his face. "I'm okay now that you're here." 

"You're such a flirt." 

You rolled over in your sleep. The scene shifted. 

"No!" You ran to the edge of the train where Bucky dangled. Steve rushed to the edge and tried to grab him. 

"James!" You cried. 

He looked at you and tried to grab Steve's hand. Before he could, he slipped. You screamed. 

"Bucky!" You wailed. 

"No!" Steve shouted. 

Tears trickled down your cheeks. For the third time, you saw something different. 

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance." Steve's voice came through the radio. 

"Steve, don't do this. I can't lose you too." You pleaded, sitting next to Peggy.

"Alright. A week, next Saturday, at the Stork club." Peggy said shakily.

"You got it." 

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?" 

"You know, I still don't know how to dance." There was a slight smile in Steve's voice. 

"I'll show you how. Just be there." Peggy pleaded. 

"We'll have the band play somethin' slow. I'd hate to step on your..." The line turned to static. 

You began to cry. "Steve? Steve!" 

First, you lost your husband. Then, you lost your best friend.

Your body shook with sobs and woke you up. This was the third night in a row you woke up crying, and the fourth night you woke from flashbacks. 

You got up and went to take a hot shower. The clock in the bathroom read 4:38 AM. 

The hot shower water burned your skin. Silent tears streamed down your cheeks as you sank down to the bottom of the bathtub. All you wanted was to feel your lost husband's arms around you. He knew how to comfort you when you were upset.

His name fell from your lips as you sobbed. You sat in the shower until the water ran cold. 

You wrapped a towel around yourself and looked into the mirror. Red tinted your eyes. Your breathing shook and more tears threatened to spill over. 

You changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. For a few minutes, you stood in front of your dresser. A pair of silver dog tags seemed to watch you.