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01. WORLDS MESSES

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SEASON TWO (CGA'S VERSION)
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We're back and I made the plot. Anyways, this season it's about maturing and taking on responsibility :)

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"You really are like a bland piece of wet toast" Sarah states looking at the new home decor.

"Listen, it was in style" I say while hanging up a piece of artwork. "Plus, Buck, really wanted it to be basic"

"You gotta season the whole house" she says looking around. She brings out an interesting vase.

"Here, have some Louisiana with you" she says smirking. I look outside to the New York view from my penthouse.

"Ya know, I think I've become domestic" I say honestly. Sarah laughs, "never thought I'd see the day Margo takes on the big city"

"There has not been a moment of silence. Yesterday I went to the grocery store, by the way why the fuck are aguacates here 2$ here? Jesus better be shitting those fucke-"

"Margo." Sarah interrupts my rambling.  I pause, raising my eyebrows in acknowledgment.

"The city is different from the country side" she says smirking. "You gotta blend in"

"I'm not exactly with fashion, unless scrubs count" I say thoughtfully. "I'm starting on Monday, my new job"

"Scrubs don't count" Sarah says while grabbing a luggage. "I have to go, Margo"

"You're gonna leave me with the demons, I see how it is" I say frowning. I walk over to her and bring her in for a hug.

"I'll see you and the boys soon. Thankyou so much for coming" I say truthfully. I was having trouble adjusting to New York.

"Call me if anything up ok?" She say pulling away. "My Ubers here, I'll call you when I land"

"Okay, be safe Sarah" I say leading her toward the door. After she's gone and I have the apartment to myself. I realize how lonely it is to have an empty apartment.

Bucky is somewhere doing Bucky stuff with cap. Me like a good bitc- girlfriend that I am moved to New York.

Bucky and I relationship was going good. But soon we both realized that opportunity for him was in the city and for me, well considering my career as a cardiologist it was quite flexible to move.

So i guess here I was paying a stupid amount for a penthouse. Yeah, my mom was disappointed, I guess in her eyes I needed a house.

But in my defense, I bought a house. So I guess a penthouse in New York will just have to do.

But something about not having a backyard is getting to me. I've been to Central Park more times than I imagined. Which makes me think that I am the dog in this relationship.

the door creaks open to reveal Bucky walking in looking beat. He wears the face when someone peed on his foot.

"You look like a turd" I comment while grabbing a glass of orange juice.

"We don't work a pretty job." Bucky responds while removing his boot. He sighs walking over to my clean white couches.

"Hey! You leave stains on my white couch and we're not having babies." I say pointing at my couch.

"I'm really tired." He tries with the puppy eyes.

"Put those, fuckers away. You know I'm right" I say narrowing my eyes playfully.

He grins in my direction before sitting down and relaxing. "Come here doll."

I walk over to him and sit down next to him. He pulls me closer with his arm around my shoulder. "Did Sarah leave?"

"Yeah" I reply in a bummed tone.

"You'll make friends here soon too" Bucky reassures.

"Sure i will, I'll even go to that stupid bike class people do in groups now days." I reply.

"Soul cycle?" Bucky corrects my previous comment.

"Yeah, the blood seething exercise" I reply while rolling my eyes. "Let's watch some novelas or whatever"

"Sure doll" he replied instantly.

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I woke up the next morning cold lonely and covered in a blanket. It was a vile Thursday morning because all I had to eat was a singular egg and some left over coffee Bucky made before he left.

I had no idea where that man fled to, all I had was the little post it note on the white counter that read "I'll be back by Monday" with a half assed little heart.

I groan and decided to put on a workout set and head to soul cycle. The name for the place is pretty on brand if you ask me. It felt like a cycle of selling your soul to the devil but on wheels and a bunch of rich home wives that did nothing all day.

The day couldn't have gone by more blandly. It was a curse from the universe. After going to soul cycle I went to the grocery store.

"That'll be 103.01. Would you like to round up for-" the cashier starts to blab.

"Yeah, round up" I say while pulling out my card. He looks at my card and nods.

I insert the card in the machine and it goes through. "Have a good one" I say grabbing the brown paper bags.

I walk out of the store toward my car. I see to guys in suits standing right outside the store.

I'm probably being paranoid but I don't know what possessed me to whip out my phone and start to pretend to talk to someone on the phone.

"Hey, baby? You're at the gym? You lifted 300? Oh! That's amazing" I say with fake enthusiasm as I speed walk to my car. Once I'm inside my car I hit the lock button.

I sigh in relief and press the start engine button. "Glad you got the lock, can't have people getting in" I head a voice in the back of my car say. I whip around and go for the handle of the door and I feel a cold barrel pressed to my temple.

"I just want to talk Ms. Martinez" they say quietly.

"What do you want?" I ask carefully.

"Tell me about James Barnes" he says in a calmly menacing tone.

"He's an avenger" I reply trying to give the obvious.

"Where is he?" He asks.

"Classified" I reply. He digs the gun further into my temple.

"He didn't tell me shit" I reply scared.

"Call him now" he says referring to my phone. I nod my head and motion that it's in my purse. It was actually in my side boob, thank god for that stupid instructor Jenna who said phone causes cancer. I did out of spite because I was a fucking doctor for god sake, the most they'll do is give you a headache.

I reach into my back and grab the pepper spray. Grabbing it tightly I zoom and look away while spraying him. Mean while I reached for the doorhandle and fly out of the car.

I sprint down the fucking parking lot using the cars as cover. I hear the bullets flying through the air.

The two guys outside of the store also join the fucking chase. Now grabbing my actual cell I call up Bucky.

It rights but it goes straight to voicemail. I curse at that fucking toe the fuck up bitch.

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