I attended the UK launch of the new Kia Sportage earlier this week. As you might have guessed from the pictures it wasn’t actually in the UK, instead it was in Nice, France. I therefore had a 900 mile roadtrip to get it back again. The car was entirely competent if not exiting but the scenery in the mountains was stunning.
Pairing: 40’s!Bucky x Reader, Dum Dum Dugan
x OFC Dotty
Warning(s): Curse words
World Count: 1973
Author’s Note: I wrote this on a whim and I love it so much fvlgffbnefjnf Bucky
is actually my most favourite thing in the planet like he could punch me in the
face with his metal arm (or what used to be his metal arm) and I
would thank him for it
Listen to How About You by Judy Garland (1941), then You’ll Never Know by Alice Faye (1943)
Preference ★ Imagine ★ One Shot ★ Drabble
1943,SOMEWHERE BEHIND THE ENEMY LINES War was a mean place. You knew that better than anybody.
You were an army nurse, straight out of your father’s farm in England. But
simply put, you were an army brat. Your father, an old veteran, now a farmer.
Your mother, an old army nurse, now a wife of a farmer. Your brothers were also
soldiers of war, like your grandfather, and his father before him, and his
father before him.
1939, the army was recruiting. It was not
voluntary. Anybody over the age of 18 and unmarried were expected to enlist. Your
brothers saw it as an opportunity to mean something – to be a part of something
bigger than themselves. But truth be told, they probably left to impress the
ladies in town.
Nevertheless, your brothers run off with their heads held high and brave
faces, but your father was not glad. He was not proud. He did not wave them
goodbye with a smile on his face, his arm was not around your mother’s waist
with a look of pride and joy. In fact, your brothers had left in the middle of
the night, through the window, leaving all but a light kiss on your forehead
before they had run off to the save their country. Four years had passed, and
you had not heard from then since.
You hated them for it. And then you didn’t, because soon enough, you had
done the same thing. You followed your mother’s footsteps like your brothers
had followed your fathers. You had left with all but a daisy on your bed, and a
red stained lip kiss on your favourite handkerchief your grandmother knitted
Now, you hated yourself for it.
Your lovely parents only ever wanted you to be safe – all of you. Your
brothers, yourself – your parents always said they hated every second they ever
spent in war.
Now you were somewhere in Italy, far, far, away from the safety of home.
You, along with a dozen nurses you soon began seeing as the sisters you never
had, were kidnapped and captured and became prisoners of war. You along with
hundreds of Allied soldiers.
Many had come and gone. None came back. They were taken for something.
Torture, interrogation, experiments, whatever it was it couldn’t have been good.
You and your girls had been there for months. You didn’t speak German, but a
Dorothy did. She was your friend.
Seven months ago from today, four days after being taken.
“What are they saying, Dotty?” You whispered towards her. Dotty brushed her blonde hair away from her face. “They refuse to touch us.” Mary, another friend of yours, whispered beside you. “Like what they’re doing to the soldiers?” She raised her brow. Dotty nodded. All of you sat on the floor of the cage you were locked in. Her hand was raised on the bars as she stared at the NAZI soldiers. “Yes. Not until they capture more of us.” You raised your brow. “Pardon me?” “They need more women to experiment on, but they don’t have enough. They’re waiting until they catch more of us.” She gulped and spun around. “Then they’ll begin.” “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.”
The newest set of soldiers were American – mostly. You and the girls were
used to British and French soldiers, actually, you’d met a couple of
Australians along with way, too. They were all dead now.
Winifred had already made friends. She was another nurse from your
infantry. She asked them the same questions she always asked the newbies. What infantry are you from? How many of you?
Any women with you? And, will there
be anyone coming to save us?
On average, it took the Germans months to get through one infantry since
there were hundreds of soldiers. Currently, your girls and the 107th
infantry were on standby. They had arrived two months after you and your girls,
making a total of five months of being imprisoned together.
Beside your cage, was a group of soldiers, none too savage and pig-headed,
in fact, they were gentlemen. When they first arrived, they ratted you tired
from their questions. None of which were about their safety, but instead, about
“Are you ladies hurt?” “How long have you been here?” “Did those bastards touch you?” “We’ll fucking kill them if they did.” “C’mon, doll, don’t shy away, tell us the truth”
James Buchanan Barnes. Oh, he was a dream. Mocha brown hair, bright blue eyes like heaven. His face was as handsome as he was kind. A total dreamboat, in your opinion. Young, handsome, brave, intelligent, and his smile was the brightest out of all. He became your best friend. In his cage, there was four of them left – once upon a time, there were twenty-two. When the Germans return, his odds weren’t so great.
He first met you when you were sat on the floor with the girls. The
soldiers of war were crying, wailing, screaming, threatening. The 107th
was new then, and one thing you and the girls had realised was that soldiers
all went through the same stages. Anger, more anger, frustration, sadness, then
And you were just about sick of it. Sure, you let them be, you allowed
them to be men – to be human. But
these men, goodness me, they’re anger lasted at least three times more than all
Dotty’s head was on your
lap, the other girls were also sitting and fiddling with each other’s hair. “I
miss my victory rolls.” Dotty pouted.
You smiled softly and
continued to brush your fingers through her blonde hair. “I know, darling.”
Before you could say more, the sound of angry men fighting interrupted. Your
words died before they were born. You remembered your life back at the farm;
picking flowers, collecting eggs, milking the cows, picking strawberries. The
sun seeped through your skin as the fresh, clean wind blew past your face. You’d
be wearing a clean dress that always got dirty before noon arrived. Even then,
there wasn’t anyone to judge you. And to past the time, you’d sing. You took a
“When a girl meets boy, Life can be a joy, But the note they end on, Will depend on little pleasures they will share, So let us compare.”
Soon enough, the men of war began to
silence. Dotty’s face turned to awe, and hundreds of eyes were on you.
“I like New York in June, how about you? I like Gershwin tune, how about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due. I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips, How about you?
I’m mad about good books, can’t get my fill, And Franklin Roosevelt’s looks give me a thrill. Holding hands at the movie show, When all the lights are low May not be new, but I like it, How about you?
I like Jack Benny’s jokes, To a degree. I love the common folks, That includes me. I like to window shop on 5th Avenue, I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz, How about you?”
“Doll?” Bucky’s voice broke through the crowd
Your eyes turned to his. And suddenly, it was
only you and him. “Hi, Buck.”
He beamed. His eyes were just as tired as
yours, and his heart probably as heavy. “What was your mother like?”
You smiled at his question. “Well, she was
beautiful. A strong woman. She was also an army nurse, like me.” You smiled at
the thought of your mother. “She’s every bit as hard-headed as I am.”
He held your index finger through the holes of
the cage. “She sounds wonderful.”
You nodded, brushing your [Y/H/C] hair behind your ears. “She would have liked you.”
A soft and playful look washed over his face.
“You’d want me to meet your Ma?”
You giggled and nodded once more. “I think
you’d be the first man my mother would approve of.”
His posture straightened ever so slightly in
pride. Then he paused, frowned, then turned to you. “You bring home men a lot?”
“No, silly.” You smiled, wiggling you finger
that was in his hand. “I lived in a farm. Not a lot of guys like a lady who
Bucky huffed. “I do.”
Your smile widened. “I know.”
Silence came from the both of you, comfortable
silence, anyway. You listened to the conversations of the others. Dotty had
gotten herself an older fellow. She was as fond of him as he was of her. His
name was Dum Dum Dugan. You received a wink from him as you caught his eye. You
grinned. You hadn’t even noticed Bucky’s eyes on you until he spoke again.
“They’ll be back soon, doll.”
Your face fell. No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. “Don’t say that,
Buck.” You whimpered.
His brows narrowed as he turned to you in
concern and sadness. The tears in your eyes were threatening to fall. “Doll, don’t
cry.” He whispered. His grabbed as much of your hand as he could, rubbing his
thumbs on your skin. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t you do that to me, sweet girl, look
at me.” And so you did. “Now, you know I love the sound of your voice. And your
eyes, man that has to be one of my favourite things about you.”
Well, that was it. A tear had escaped and
there was nothing you could do to stop it. “Buck … ”
He sighed, then chuckled drily. “I really wish
I got to take you on a date.”
You sniffed then shook your head. “You will.”
You nodded at him through your tears. “Oh, James, you will. Just survive, and
when we get out of here, take me to dinner at your favourite restaurant. Take
me to meet your ma, and your pal,
Steve. You said they’d like me. You know how much I like being praised.”
Bucky’s eyes brightened. “That punk.” He
chuckled. “Alright, I’ll even take you to meet the fellas at my barbershop. I
already know Ma’s gonna love you. So will Rebecca.” – his baby (and
favourite) sister out of four. You sighed and nodded. The comfort from his
fingers seeped through you. “Can you do me a final favour, doll?”
Your eyes bounced from his left eye to his
right. You’d already memorised the difference. The iris on his left eye was
slightly larger. The one on his right had specks of darker blue. There were
creases on the sides of his eyes. This man smiled so much, they left permanent
evidence of it. The sides of his mouth twitched up as he noticed your stare.
You had memorised his face as he had yours. “Sing for me, doll.”
You didn’t have to be told twice.
“You’ll never know just how much I miss you You’ll never know just how much I care And if I tried, I still couldn’t hide my love for you You ought to know, for haven’t I told you so
A million or more times? You went away and my heart went with you I speak your name in my every prayer If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don’t know how You’ll never know if you don’t know now – ”
You couldn’t finish your song.
The Germans had come to take him in their arms.
Three days since you’d seen Bucky.
The sound of footsteps woke you up.
You blinked rapidly, your eyes desperate for clear sight.
“Who are you supposed to be?”
You began searching your surroundings until you
spotted the source of the voice. A man was perched over the cages, hands
ruffling in a bag. The commotion had gotten everybody’s attention.
Dotty cocked her head from beside you. “Are
you wearing tights?”
Zenmasters Week 2017: Day 7 – Alternate Season 8 QUEENS OF NOISE, original version.
❥ After realizing the kind of bad friend she had been to Jackie, Donna and her little friend start trying to win each other’s good side by carrying each other’s broken hearts over Hyde’s betrayal and Eric’s absense when a trip to New York with Donna’s older sister, Valerie, offers them what they want the most: to run away from Point Place and the shadow of the men they love.
down, walking towards Donna who was about to enter the van. “When are you
“In a little
more than a week, if I don’t kidnap a plane to Africa.” She answered once
inside. “Come on, Jackie.”
her last goodbye to Fez, passing Hyde as quick as she could but his hand
reached her wrist and he saw Donna’s shoulders tensed at the sight, Jackie
looked up with her big eyes wide open. “Jackie—“
Hyde?” That was wrong.
started, then Sam took his arm, hugging her chest to it with a sweet smile and
Jackie finally went free from him, entering the van and closing the door. Dick
initiated the motor. “Have a good trip.”
Motor skills yes *trips over own feet* yup I have those *walks into door frame* I’m very *misses door and walks against wall* ouch - GRAceful *repeatedly gets belt loop stuck on door knob and almost falls over* SO GRACEFUL *accidentally knocks glasses off my face while gesturing too hard* SO GRA-
Just a few of our beloved MINI owners who’ve helped us set records, take over towns, win races and collect awards in the past year. Thanks to the entire extended motoring family and happy Thanksgiving!