It felt as though the honeymoon period would never end for Bucky and you, but the world had different plans for that. The two of you were still deeply in love and barely able to go a moment without kissing or cuddling but that evening, Bucky would be leaving your home and might not be coming back. Although there was little choice in joining the army, Bucky had wanted to, seeing honour in fighting for his country and bravely stepping foot out into the face of danger. All you wanted was to keep him safe at home and stay happily in blinded love, ignoring the rest of the world.

You had hoped that the day he would be deployed would never come, part of you had naively hoped the war would end soon or for another reason, he wouldn't have to leave but the day did come. When you awoke that morning, you had hoped that the calendar would read a different date but alas, it was the final day Bucky would be home with you. He didn't know where exactly he would be sent; he didn't know when he would be back; he didn't know if he would come back. You had heard of all the horror stories of those who did survive war, they may return in body but the mind that came back was not the one that had left.

Bucky had dressed in his uniform, you assisting, needing to try and feel some closeness in one of the final moments you would get with him. You tugged at the hem of his jacket to make sure they neatly sat over his trousers, both of which had been freshly pressed earlier that morning when you couldn't sleep.

"Please James," you begged, using his legal name to show the sincerity of your words. "Don't do anything stupid. I will not be there to pick up the pieces."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"When do I ever do anything stupid?"

You shot him an unimpressed look for a moment before melting back into his arms, wishing you could never let him go.

"I'm serious," you stated. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bucky raised your chin with a single finger to force him to look you in the eyes; a tenderness, that always made you feel safe, within them.

"You would be fine without me, you are strong," he smiled softly. "But you shall never need to face that as I will be back soon. I promise you."

"I hope you are right."

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Written by Charlotte.

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