Punk (Chap. 11)
Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: ~2500
Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, battle related injuries/casualties/mayhem
A/N: My sincere apologies for how long this has taken. I’ve been dealing with some personal things and, quite frankly, it took away all desire to write. I hope you like this chapter, the photo with the shield later on in the story is actually the inspiration for the entire series. So you can get inspiration from anywhere :) I want to thank everyone who stuck around waiting and who has been so helpful and kind to me. Also, I’m very excited to continue writing more chapters! Thank you for your continued patience.
As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please let me know how the ‘action’ plays out as I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling. Thanks!
face fell in horror, but you seemed to be the only one moving, the rest of the
world seemed to be stuck in some sort of time lapse. Bucky was still just crouching there, holding
the boy, with that stupid, beautiful smile still plastered to his face, not yet
seeing the danger, not yet registering your alarm.
No no no no no no NO! Your mind was screaming the words as you tore your gaze away from the
scene. The man was getting closer. NO!
bolted forward, shoving the woman into the alley screaming for Bucky to run,
ripping your vocal chords in the process.
Your legs felt like they were trudging through molasses, like some force
was pulling you back, weighing you down.
And each step on the pavement felt like an elephant stomp making the
ground shake. But it was as if you
weren’t moving any closer. But you had
to. You had to. Because what was about to happen could. not.