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08 | EASY JOB
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IT'S NOVEMBER. It's been four months since Bucky was injured. Ever since that happened, I've been giving him easier tasks in battle. It's not that I think he can't handle anything, I'm just worried that he'll get hurt. I know I'm being selfish, but I just can't deal with him dying or getting injured. I've already lost too many already. I don't know what I'd do if I lost Bucky.
Today we are supposed to get inside this Nazi base, which doubles as a Hydra lair, and rescue the prisoners inside. I've planned the mission down to every nook and cranny. The plan should run smoothly, but I have a bad feeling that it won't. Nothing ever goes right around here.
At the moment, we are on trucks that will drop us off one hundred yards away from the base. We can't just get dropped off in plain sight. That would be stupid.
"Aves, stop giving me the easy jobs," Bucky suddenly pleads from beside me. I look up at him, my eyes full of surprise. I shouldn't be surprised he noticed. It isn't that hard to tell what I've been doing. I'm sure all of my men have noticed but were too scared to cross me on it, knowing my feelings towards Bucky.
I sigh softly, deciding I probably should not continue to treat him as though he's a child. "I just, I'm sorry, Bucky. What I'm doing is selfish and wrong. I just...I'm worried. I'm worried that you might get hurt or die even." I can't believe I'm actually spewing these words out until I hear them come out. It's the complete truth, through.
Bucky grabs my hand, gently caressing his thumb over an old cut on one of my knuckles. "You don't think I feel the same way about you?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I stay silent, letting his words soak into my brain. Bucky Barnes, with his pure and amazing soul, cares about me. This man that I do not even deserve doesn't want me to get hurt.
I don't want him to get hurt, but I will have to stop making him do the easy things rather than giving him a challenge. "Okay, I'll stop. I'm really sorry, Bucky."
He leans in and gives me a quick peck on the forehead. His lips are somewhere between soft and chapped just like mine. "It's okay," he reassures. "Now, let's go kick some Nazi butt."
I smile and take his hand, allowing him to pull me up. We jump off the truck with the rest of the 107th and head towards the cover of the trees.
Trucks start to come through the road nearby, which is our source of getting inside the camp. I motion for everyone to get in their assigned units. My group has to sneak in the trucks and get inside the base. Then, we let everyone else in and wreak havoc, one of my absolute favorite things to do.
My unit jumps into action. I quickly hop into the back of the last truck first, holding the curtain flap open for the rest of my group to jump on. Once I make sure every soldier is on, I turn to face the men. "Okay, everyone knows the plan? Bucky, you and I are opening the gates to let the others in. The rest of you, cover us until we can defend ourselves again."