The man's gaze wanders across the landscape. The murmur of the sea penetrates the soldier's ears dull as he looks at the splashing white foam crowns under him. The water of the ocean splashes on the wooden planks under his feet and sloshes over the whole pier. With a strong breath he sucks in the cool, slightly salty air of the sea and listens to the distant screeching of the seagulls. Not a man-made sound. No war. Not here!
Slowly he walks further and further across the bridge and keeps his gaze on the horizon as he sees a female figure a few meters away from him, which he had hitherto completely blanked out.
Her hair falls in elegant, dark brown curls over her shoulders and her nut brown eyes are directed at the wild waves below her. The poor woman supported her on a wooden railing and seems to have completely forgotten the world around her.
When he reaches her, he also puts his arms on the railing. He wants to say something, but at the same time he doesn't want to disturb her. So he just looks at her and enjoys the moment of silence.
"Sergeant Barnes? What are you doing here in the early hours of the morning," she breaks the silence without warning. He's totally perplexed: "I couldn't sleep anymore, Agent Carter. " "You really shouldn't be hanging around here," Peggy says, "We can't afford to lose you. " "Then you shouldn't be out here alone, either," he notes, even though he knows she won't like it if he tells her about it. "I can take care of myself very well, Barnes", her tone is sharp, but he can't really blame her. After all, he has disturbed the woman, and she is even higher in rank.
"I know that', he says quickly: 'I'm just worried. "After all, her gunshot wound was just sutured. "
He sees exactly how hard she swallows his words: "I-It's good for my wound. Nothing dramatic. " Bucky refuses to roll his eyes. That was an exorbitant understatement, and you both know it. However, he cannot prevent his dark eyebrow from rising: "Are they sure? After all, I was there when they were shot. It looked pretty bad. "
"I know," she admits. Something vulnerable crept into her eyes, and he immediately felt the need to take care of the young woman: "But it really got better. But his gaze seems to say quite clearly that he doesn't quite believe her. Too often she has already played the brave, although she is apparently injured.
When she surprisingly reaches for his hand, he almost flinches. Actually, he had never been jumpy, but rather the opposite, but his charisma makes him weaker. Sometimes he would even say that she makes him better by taking him down from his easy ego trip.
Her hand lies on his and leads him to the body of the beautiful woman. With her free hand she pulls her white blouse up a bit and provides enough space to push Bucky's hand under it. Her warm, soft skin under his fingers almost drives him crazy.
He has been fascinated by her ever since he first saw her during training. On his first day, she showed the man how well she could assert herself against the men. I was not spared from her either. Immediately we got into each other's hair and discussed with each other. Obviously she won, but it just made her more interesting to me.
She continues to hold his hand until it stops on the wound and lets him gently brush over it. When she flinches at even the slightest touch. He feels hard threads, with which her wound must have been sutured.
He stood next to her when one of her enemies pulled out his gun and shot her in the stomach. He still feels the guilt that overwhelms him when he remembers that he did not protect her. She would certainly have yelled at him if he had stood in front of her to protect her, but it would have been worth it.
"You should tie it for safety," he interlaces his fingers in hers, unsure whether this is really a good idea. She raises her head and looks into her green eyes for the first time since he joined her. While he looks at her, he tries to pull his fingers out from under her shirt again, but she continues to hold him and does not seem to want him to stop touching her.
His heart begins to beat faster and the breath of the man hardly trembles noticeably. Suddenly his lungs feel much too small to absorb the air he needs.
After a felt eternity, her gaze wanders from his eyes and his pink lips. Peggy looks at the shape and how he presses the upper and lower lips tightly together.
Then the moment between them is over, and she seems to be aiming at a point somewhere to the left of his head while letting go of his hand.
He takes the young soldier a few seconds until he is able to remove his fingers from her belly.
She immediately straightens her blouse and brings it back to its usual, tidy state and thus also blurs a little Bucky memories of the feeling of her skin at its and her pleasant smell.
She clears her throat briefly and drives her fingers through her hair for a moment, while at the same time she seems to think. Then it gets quieter again for a moment and only the distant screeching of the seagulls can be heard before she finds her voice again: "Sergeant Barnes?"
When he answers, his voice sounds a little rough: "Yes, Agent Carter?" For a few seconds she glances at the sunlit dial of her watch: "Please meet me in my room today at twenty-three o'clock".
Bucky doesn't even get a chance to answer more than "Okay", because as soon as she finishes her sentence, she pushes past him. Her hand briefly touches his and lets his brain stop for a moment.
It is this touch that ensures that he quickly turns around and sees her as she runs back to the mainland along the long pier. That was his confirmation that the brief contact between them not only almost drove him mad. Even now, early in the morning, he knows what he will do at twenty-three without thinking too much about it, because he loves her.