Happy Friday, friends! Thank you so much for your kind words on the last chapter. I don't think you guys know what it means to me that you're loving this story so much.

Here's the next chapter! Enjoy, lovelies! :))

Trigger Warning: There are some adult themes in this chapter near the end. This chapter is rated 18+/M. There's also some violence and graphic scenes.

Also, majorly badass Lucy and shirtless Bucky up ahead. I am not responsible for any cheering/heart attacks/swooning. Don't say I didn't warn you. ;)


Chapter XXVII

Bucky didn't know how much he was panicking until he lost Lucy. She must have gotten separated from him during the confusion after he had tackled the Nazi she had run into. Things had moved much too fast and he wasn't even sure what all happened. Everything was a blur, and Bucky was still in disbelief from watching a man become possessed by some ancient spirit.

In a fit of adrenaline, he accidentally called Lucy his girlfriend. However, she didn't necessarily say no to it. Instead, she very hastily said yes and said they would discuss the matter later. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't even know he was saying it until it was far too late. But he really didn't mind.

She was the dame he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. What did it matter if he accidentally let it slip out that he thought of her as his girlfriend? She didn't seem as freaked out by it as he would have thought. Bucky considered that a win in his books. And if she ended up changing her mind after the moment was up, he would continue to try to win her over no matter what. After all, he had just tackled a very, very large man in order to protect her. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for Lucy at that point.

Worry coursed through him as he wondered if she was safe. He knew she could hold her own in a fight, but they were also in a secret Nazi lair and were remarkably outgunned. But if anyone could get out of there alive, it was Lucy Heinrich. She was smart, strong, and resourceful. Plus, he knew that she could throw a half-decent punch if she needed to. And if she got her hands on a gun he knew she was capable of shooting it. He was, of course, was the one who had taught her how. And she was pretty damn good at it.

Since meeting her, Bucky had done things he never expected he would ever do in his life. He joined the army— Of course, he was drafted, something he would never tell Steve or Lucy. He became a Sergeant, lead his own team, went on his first plane, jumped out of the said plane, impersonated a Nazi, fell in love, and saw some type of supernatural voodoo stuff.

He came a long way from having no future back in Brooklyn. Just working at the Lee's Steel Mill and doing the everyday mundane tasks would not have been enough for him. Sure, he would have had a nice cushy life. A regular apartment, decent pay, and there wouldn't have been anyone shooting at him; which was a bonus. He would have found a nice gal, settled down, and had a family.

But now things were different, and Bucky didn't want that. He knew he was intended to be a soldier all along, just like his dad. And he didn't want to go back to Brooklyn anymore and just settle for ordinary. Because Lucy's life was anything but that. She wasn't just a 'nice gal'. She was the gal. She was a doctor, for fuck's sake! She traveled the world and taught at prestigious universities. She wasn't a housewife or someone that Bucky could keep on a leash. And he didn't want that anymore. He'd go and do whatever she wanted. He didn't want to settle, he wanted her. And wherever life took her after the war, Bucky wanted to be there.

She was, in every sort of way, more remarkable than him. She was a dame that came around as often as Hailey's Comet. And he was positive he would never find anyone like her ever again. He just hoped they would all make it out of there alive. Because if he was being honest with himself, their odds weren't that great.

Bucky continued running through the corridors, wondering how exactly they got into the secret lair to begin with, and where the exit was. He wished that the layout was a little more simple to navigate, but it wasn't like they would just have maps all over the place saying how to escape.

Bucky made a quick turn down a hall that looked familiar. He immediately regretted it after something slammed into him. He fell to the ground, coughing madly from the impact that hit his chest. The wind was completely knocked out of him after feeling as though he was hit by a tank.

On the ground and struggling to breathe, he looked up to see the terrifying sight of the man who had been previously strapped to the table. After the experiment, he seemed to gain some form of inhuman strength and Bucky knew his chest would have a nasty bruise afterward.

"Fuck," Was all he muttered as he stumbled to his feet.

The man sneered at Bucky, an evil expression on his face. His dark eyes stared down unnerving at him. Bucky sighed as he realized the man was in a stance suggesting they were going to fight. He had been in multiple fights during his life, mostly due to Steve not able to control his sassy mouth. But never before had he fought a man that intimidating and that large.

Bucky rolled up his sleeves, readying himself as the man only chuckled. Dugan arrived behind him and stopped in his tracks as he watched Bucky about to take on the behemoth of a man.

"You gonna help?" Bucky looked at the red-headed man in wonder, hoping for some backup.

"Hell no, I like my face as it is," Dugan looked scared, knowing it would only take a few hits for it to be fatal.

Bucky sighed as he raised his fists in defense. The man only sneered yet again, stating in his demonic, low voice, "Pathetic," He practically spat out.

Bucky knew he stood no chance. There was no way he was going to win. Dugan readied himself but was a little more hesitant to get pummeled.

"Come on," Bucky urged through gritted teeth. He knew this was going to sting.

Yet again, his foe chuckled before taking a slow swing at Bucky. His fist collided with the wall behind him and the cement broke off, shattering into little tiny pieces.

Bucky looked up with fear, realizing he made a massive mistake. He should have just run while he had the chance. "Holy shit," He whispered with wide eyes full of worry.

It was too late now. There was no other choice he had. Bucky swung with all his might and his fist hit that man directly in the face. Usually, it would have been enough to at least knock someone down. But the man didn't even flinch and Bucky yet again was shocked and terrified.

A low chuckle was heard once more. The man swung a little faster than before. He hit Bucky hard in the ribs and he was positive he heard a crack. Bucky groaned in pain and once again had a hard time breathing. He felt as if all the air was knocked out of his lungs, and he couldn't take in oxygen even if he tried. Gasping for breath and hunched over, the man slammed his elbow into Bucky's back and immediately he fell to the ground on his knees.

His breath came out in crackles, and he was positive there was likely some internal damage going on. Dugan let out a maddening yell as he swung, missing and then getting hit in the face. He fell back, dazed and likely seeing small birds chirping around his head.

"Humans," The man only scoffed, looking down as though they were insects, "So easily broken. So easily crushed like insects."

Bucky got up once more. Breathing heavily, he almost fell over from the pain. But he was taught to always get back up. If a scrawny kid from Brooklyn could take a beating and continue fighting, he could too.

Clenching his jaw together and trying to stand upright, his fists raised again. He breathed heavily, trying to control the pain that was flooding his body. He was seeing double, and he was positive he would fall over if he continued to stand for too much longer.

"I'm going to enjoy putting you out of your miserable existence," The evil man sneered, looking like a dog ready to attack.

"I can do this all damn day." God, he sounded exactly like Steve. He even gestured at the man to come forward, ready to take another hit. Dugan tried to get up again but struggled even more than Bucky did after taking a hard blow to the face.

Just as the man came forward with a sneer that could rival the devil's, he grabbed Bucky by the collar of the shirt. He couldn't break the iron-like hold, and a fist was slammed down with all his might.

Pain exploded in Bucky and he almost saw stars. He would have almost collapsed to the ground if his enemy hadn't been holding him upright. Bucky prepared for another devastating blow, not even sure if he could take it when a feminine voice rang out.

"Hey asshole!" Lucy got his attention, and both of them turned. She stood there in her red evening gown, looking ethereal. But what caught Bucky's attention was the raised shotgun in her hand. The noise of it being pumped filled the air; the metallic sound of a cha-chink.

She blew the man's head right off his shoulders.

Blood exploded in Bucky's face. He pushed the body with the caved-in cavern for a head off of him, seeing how red painted the wall behind them. Bucky tried his best to wipe the blood off his face, hoping he didn't get any in his mouth.

The man may have had supernatural powers, but apparently, a bullet to the head would do the trick. Bucky tried not to be sick at the warmth of the red liquid spattered all over his skin. He cringed as the body fell to the floor, an empty spot where his head once was.

"Oh, thank god!" Dugan struggled to stand as did Bucky, "I thought we were toast!"

Bucky looked at Lucy and let out a breath of relief. She was breathing heavily from the rush of adrenaline and looking at him with a fairly concerned expression. "Thanks, doll." He wasn't sure what would have happened if she hadn't been there with a weapon. How she got her hands on a gun was a mystery to him. But he was glad she did.

"Don't mention it," Was all she replied with a then passed him the gun, knowing he had better aim with it.

"Where'd you find this thing anyway?" Bucky asked curiously. They couldn't have just had it lying around.

"They just had it lying around." Oh. It appeared he was wrong. He shot her a look of confusion and Lucy chuckled. "I found the armory and knocked out a guard to get it." She corrected herself and then gestured for them to come as Lucy looked nervously down one of the halls were lots of commotion was coming from. It was evident that they had been found, "Come on, I know how to get out of here!"

The voices of their pursuers only grew as they approached closer. The three of them took off again in a run. Bucky quickly realized that they were going the same way that they had come in. "Wait, wait, wait!" He slowed as something dawned on him.

Lucy gave him a pressing look, urging him to continue. "We have to destroy that thing that you found!" He reasoned, knowing that if they left Lucy's artifact behind it would only be used to make more superhuman people. "That stupid dog jar!" He couldn't remember what she had called it, but he knew it was important to destroy.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," She convinced him as they kept moving, "I doubled back after the armory and planted a bomb. It'll go off in about a minute and a half so I suggest we get as far away from here as possible."

"I second that idea," Dugan agreed, not wanting to be too close when the explosions went off.

It didn't take long for them to emerge out of the caverns and return to the grand room in which they found the secret entrance in. The fact that Lucy had found the exit so quickly, as well as the armoury, showed Bucky that she was much more skilled than she let on. No doubt her sense of direction had gotten so good due to a large amount of cave spelunking she did while trying to find artifacts. She never failed to impress him. He was constantly in awe of her.

Lucy was stopped as soon as she rounded the corner to get to the main room. Bullets shot out, nearly hitting her as the wall beside her exploded from the bullets hitting it. Lucy was suddenly back and taking cover. She was breathing heavily and immediately Bucky was searching her body for any sign she was hit. Fear coursed through him, but miraculously, she was unharmed.

"Hold on," He knew his turn was up. He dropped to his knee and raised his gun as he was far enough from the corner to fire safely while still taking cover. His one eye remained closed as he aimed carefully. Luckily, he was known for being an incredible marksman. Bucky fired at the first person he saw with a raised gun.

Quickly he cocked the gun again, the bullet audibly released from the chamber. He fired again, and again, and again until bodies were littered on the floor. He stood up once the coast was clear and looked back at Dugan and then Lucy.

"We're good," Was all he said breathlessly, the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

They took off again, running as quickly as they could for the doors. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs of the entrance, the explosion went off. The impact hit Bucky hard in the chest. A loud boom echoed in his ears as tons of the stone foundation of the castle was being thrown. The next thing he knew Bucky was falling down the stairs.

He tumbled down, hitting the marble steps along with Lucy and Dugan. By the time they had finally reached the bottom, Bucky's eyes were fuzzy and he attempted to stand up. Seeing double, he tried to aim his gun at men who were taking cover. However, he couldn't make a shot to save his life and he knew he had a limited amount of bullets remaining.

He stood to his feet as he saw Lucy still on the ground. Her hair had completely fallen out of the sophisticated and elegant updo it had previously been in. She was attempting to get herself up, struggling to get on her hands and knees. She had hit her head pretty badly on the way down.

She stood up, staggering side to side as she looked around and wiped some blood off her face with the back of her hand. Bullets began hitting the ground beside them and they immediately were trying to take cover yet again. They raced around the castle to the side, knowing they were going to have to find a vehicle or something that could get them out of there fast if they wanted to live.

Lucy spotted three motorcycles and could believe her luck. "Look, over there !" She yelled over the insistent firing going on behind them.

Bucky and Dugan followed her. They were running as fast as they could, but Lucy being faster than them both of them reached the motorcycles first. She hopped on, swinging her leg over the seat, her red dress now torn and dirty. "Get in!" She yelled at Bucky as he realized there was a sidecar attached to her motorcycle. Her foot slammed down on the pedal and the engine roared to life.

Bucky looked at the sidecar, "Ohhh, no! I'm not gettin' in that thing like I'm some sort of sidekick!" He looked at the vehicle as if it personally offended him.

Lucy groaned in annoyance, "We don't have time for this! Just get in!" Her eyes rolled at his fragile masculinity.

"Fine!" Bucky snapped back, swinging his gun off his shoulder. He pointed an accusing finger at her, "But I am not a sidekick!"

"Stop being a baby! You're a better shot than me and you can't drive and fire at the same time!" She scolded harshly, looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Bucky climbed in and Lucy took off. The sidecar was intended for someone much smaller than him, and he felt his legs cramped up. But it didn't stop him from focusing on his targets who were gaining on them.

Lucy seemed shockingly good at driving a motorcycle. He wondered when she would have driven one before, and in between shots he paused to ask her where she learned to drive like that. She could barely hear him over the wind whipping past her face and the growl of the engine.

"I watched someone drive one once and figured it would be easy!" She yelled back, seeming confident that's all it took to commandeer a Nazi motorcycle.

Where the hell did the army find this woman? Bucky was positive if they had more people like her, the war would have already been won.

Bucky shot again, just missing one of their perusers. He cursed under his breath and the sound of his bullet being released echoed. It hit their enemy directly in the chest and he was thrown from his motorcycle. The empty vehicle crashed into a tree behind them and exploded into flames.

Bucky chuckled as he sat back down into the sidecar as the flames kept those who were attempting to follow them at bay. He was relieved to find Dugan unharmed right behind them. His adrenaline was pumping so hard he felt his hands shaking. He couldn't believe that they had gotten out of there alive. And if he was being honest, a large part of it was because of Lucy. Without her, the mission not only would have been a failure but they would have been dead. Of course, they never ended up getting the Tesseract. But at least they stopped another potentially devastating disaster.

They kept driving until they were well beyond the reach of any enemies. Lucy came to a stop at the next clearing they found. Bucky looked at her as she shook from holding the steering handles too tightly. He had to pry her hands off the handles, coaxing her gently to let go.

"I can't," Was all she said as she shook. She had given absolutely no indication before that she had been scared. Bucky himself had been terrified, but he knew he couldn't show it just like she knew also.

"I got you, sweetheart." Was all Bucky said as he took her hands, prying each finger off. He kissed them after he freed them from the harsh grasp she had.

"Doctor, I gotta tell you." Dugan said with a half-smile as he stopped beside them, "That really was somethin'."

She chuckled, shaking her head, "It was nothing." A blush appeared on her face from the compliment.

"You saved our asses, definitely not nothing." Dugan clicked, "You're the craziest dame I've ever met. And now because of you, Colonel Phillips won't be having to write any letters home for us."

"Yeah well," Lucy shrugged, "I just kept thinking of my sisters getting one of those letters or my adoptive parents. Couldn't let anyone's family go through that pain." She knew how much it hurt to get the news that a loved one was dead.

Bucky looked at her and realized she was the reason why his mom wouldn't be getting one of those letters either. He couldn't wait to tell her about the woman who would be her daughter-in-law, and how she saved his ass more than once. Bucky couldn't help but be in awe of Lucy. He looked at her and saw as she got off the motorcycle to stretch. She was still trying to catch her breath from the intensity of the adrenaline rush.

Noticing she had a snag in her dress, Lucy looked down and grabbed the fabric. She ripped it right above the knee. The tearing of the material got Bucky's attention and Lucy's leg was exposed to the cold air.

He couldn't help but be drawn in by her soft white thighs. He wanted them wrapped around him so desperately. Or to be placed over his shoulders as he spent so long between her legs that he could hardly breathe by the end of it all.

The sight of Lucy's exposed skin caught him a little off guard. But he quickly got himself together and then stood up to stretch. He hadn't noticed that his hands had been shaking as well. He put the gun down and looked on at his team. They were all pretty shaken up. They were alive though, and they had Lucy to thank for that. Undoubtedly, they would have never even made it to Tonsberg in the first place if it wasn't for her.

She looked at Bucky and then sighed. She should have been happy that even though they couldn't find the Tesseract they had destroyed the canopic jar.

"You okay, pige?" Was all Bucky could ask.

She met his gaze before lowly saying, "I just want to get out of here. Go home. Or anywhere, back to Italy even."

He touched her shoulder gently, gripping it before pursuing his lips and saying "Me too."

But of course, there was still the issue of how exactly they were going to get to Italy. After all, they hadn't planned that far. And now they were in a bit of a predicament. But they would find a way. He was sure of that much. There was no way they were getting stuck there. He looked over to Lucy, who seemed disheartened by the fact that even though they succeeded in destroying the canopic jar she hadn't found the Tesseract.

As they got back on the motorcycles, she didn't even protest when Bucky sat on the actual one instead of the sidecar.

"Hey," He said softly, getting her attention. Lucy looked up at him with wide eyes that looked defeated. "We did our best."

"Our best wasn't good enough," Was all she replied with. She looked down at her hands, which she picked at a bloody hangnail. She was tearing at the skin nervously, and then spoke up quietly, "What if people die because I failed?"

"You didn't fail. You were the one who made us go to the castle. You found the lair. You killed that hybrid monster-man. You did not fail. If anything, we failed you for not getting you to the Tesseract on time."

"No, you didn't," She shook her head, "I didn't even find out the location in time. I wasn't smart enough. And now people are going to die."

Bucky gripped her hand tightly. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and then told her, "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But you didn't fail, Doc. We'll figure it out together."

She looked at him, pursed her lips in a small smile and then nodded.


When they arrived at the rendezvous point for their team they were slightly shocked to see all three of them alive. They had placed bets on who would get out of there. And of course, Gilbert Whitney thought Lucy would be the first one to go.

When Bucky heard that, he clenched his jaw and tried to keep his voice even as he explained the only reason they were both still alive was because of her.

Lucy was still in disbelief that he loved her. She was positive it was infatuation at best. After all, they were still practically strangers. But she was willing to try a relationship in secret for a little while at least. Although, they still had to discuss it a little more.

They had avoided talking about it. As Gabe Jones told them of an abandoned farmhouse they had been camping out at, Lucy and Bucky didn't speak to each other the entire time.

Although, they did exchange a couple looks. She didn't know where they stood, and she was confused. Each time their eyes met her heart raced a little more.

All she wanted to do was take his hand in hers and walk alongside him. Just like they had the other night after laying in the field. But she knew she couldn't. She also didn't know if his feelings were the result of him thinking he was going to die. Did he actually love her? Or was he only saying that?

Either way, it would be a conversation for later.

When they arrived at the farmhouse that her team had secured, Lucy noticed how quaint it was. It was in an abandoned town. No one seemed to be nearby for miles due to the war. And when they broke into the house, it looked as if no one had been there for weeks.

Everyone had their guns raised but Lucy. She knew judging by the dust that the place was completely empty. There was a sadness about the place, and as she looked at the family portraits on the wall she wondered if any of the people who used to live there were still alive.

Suddenly, she heard a large explosion off to the distance. It rattled the wall hangings and knocked down some of the China kept in a cabinet off to the side. The pitter-patter of bullets could be heard ever so slightly and Lucy raised her eyebrows.

"We think they're insurgents, but we can't be sure," Gabe explained to her. She nodded but didn't say anything, she just kept looking around as then men were busy rifling through the family's items they left behind.

As Lucy opened the door to the basement, she realized it was a cellar. She headed down the stairs by herself, not caring about what awaited her in the dark. To her pleasant surprise, she nearly laughed as she saw all the wine bottles in wooden boxes stacked up on top of each other. Lucy grabbed a bottle and opened it as quickly as she could.

She took a swig and almost winced at the bitter taste of it on her tongue. After a few more sips, she got used to the taste and found herself enjoying it.

She grabbed as many bottles in her hands as she could and brought them up to share with her men.

"What treasures do you have there?" Dugan looked on at the dark bottles with a hungry stare.

"Here," She passed him his own with a smile, "You deserve this."

"After the shit day we've had," He sighed and nodded, "I couldn't agree more with ya, Doc."

She took another swig from the bottle as he did the same. He also winced at the bitterness, probably from it being homemade. "Not a bourbon but it'll do," He said and then gestured with his chin to the upstairs, "There's a single bedroom for you. Figured since you're the only lady you should have it,"

"Thank you," Was all she could say. The thought of sleeping in an actual bed was an appealing one. Although Lucy had been sleeping on the ground and cots for months. She didn't think she even remembered what it was like to sleep in a bed.

"I uhhh, took the liberty to check the room first." He continued, pausing to take another drink, "There's a couple pretty dresses hanging in the closet up there. Thought you might wanna wear one instead of a uniform for once. Or to even get out of those tattered rags," He looked at the evening gown she was still wearing and chuckled.

"Thank you again, Dugan." She said with a sigh and tried to offer him the best smile she could muster, "I appreciate it."

She appreciated it. After all, besides the dress, she was currently wearing she hadn't had one on in months. She hadn't felt womanly in so long, and she was beginning to miss it. She missed feeling beautiful. She wanted Bucky to look at her and get that hungry look in his eye because of how she looked. She wanted him to notice her not only as a woman he had feelings for but also because he was attracted to her. Which, of course, she knew he was. But she struggled often with feeling beautiful while with the army. It's not like she had the time or patience to doll herself up, after all.

When the rest of the men came down from scouting the place out they noticed all the wine bottles Lucy had brought up.

"Where'd you find this?" Lee Miller smiled largely as he asked.

"Cellar downstairs." Was all Lucy answered before drinking more. She hadn't had alcohol in so long that she was feeling a slight buzz from it.

"I say we make a toast," Dugan said and Lucy almost cringed. There was nothing to be happy or grateful for.

"To what?" Gabe Jones asked. Lucy made eye contact with Bucky across the room.

He took his own bottle, and then raised it, "To Dr. Heinrich, for getting us out of there alive." She felt a ping of pride swell up in her chest.

The men agreed even though Whitney was a little reluctant to. They all took a drink.

All the while, Lucy and Bucky never broke eye contact.

As she took a swig, he did also, their eyes meeting. A fire burned deep in her stomach, a fiery need coursed through her veins.

It didn't take long for Lucy to start feeling the effects of the wine. Especially since she hadn't had anything to eat but breakfast earlier that day. For a while, and the men sat around the wooden kitchen table and chatted. They talked about what happened at the castle, and also what they saw. It lead to more stories, and eventually laughter.

Finally when the sun started to set Lucy excused herself. Bucky's eyes followed her as she left. She felt herself shiver under his gaze.

She stumbled up the stairs to the room Dugan had told her she could stay in. Her head was spinning ever so slightly and she felt dizzy the longer she stood up. The stairs creaked under her feet. The house was an old farmhouse and had clearly been there for many years.

The room was modest, much like the rest of the house. As a child in Queens, she had grown up with less than what these people had. She remembered often going to school with holes in her shoes and having to wear dresses too small until her mother could make her a new one.

After she lived with the Lee's she had more room and space than she knew what to do with. Her entire suite was larger than the house she was currently in. Lucy wondered how she ever lived so comfortably. After all, the fact that she now had a bed to sleep in was a luxury she hadn't known for some time.

She walked to the closet, and opened it up to see what awaited her. There were only three dresses hanging. Two everyday ones, which she figured would fit but likely would be a little snug. And lastly, her jaw nearly dropped as she saw the cream coloured, long, silk slip nightgown. It looked like something a bride would wear on her wedding night and Lucy's jaw hit the floor in disbelief.

It was so gorgeous that she wanted to cry. She ran her fingers over it and felt it against her skin. It must have been given to the woman as a gift since it was far too luxurious to match the rest of the wardrobe.

Lucy took it down and immediately blushed upon looking at it. She had never seen anything so scandalous and elegant at the same time. She thought back to what it would be like to wear something like that on her wedding night. She had never even picked out a dress for her and Daniel's wedding. She wanted to wait until she got to New York so Mrs. Lee could take her bridal shopping. But Lucy never got the chance after the war broke out. Deep down, she probably always had known she would never get married.

She went into the washroom and was surprised to see a tub in the center of it. Her mouth dropped open yet again and she looked up to the ceiling and said a quick thank you to God.

She hadn't had a proper bath in so long. The thought of scrubbing herself clean was too appealing. She wanted nothing more than to hop in immediately and soak until she was all wrinkled.

Lucy said a quick prayer, hoping the water would turn on. To her amazement it did. Although it was a little discoloured at the start and had a little bit of an odd smell but Lucy let it run until it appeared normal.

The temperature was chillier than she would have liked but she didn't even mind. All she could think about was finally getting clean.

Looking at herself in the mirror she undid the zipper of her dress and stripped herself down. She hadn't seen her naked reflection in so long she almost forgot what she looked like. She frowned a little as she saw her stretch marks on her upper thighs. She held her breasts in her hands and cocked her head as her body almost looked like a stranger. At least she still had her hourglass figure and her arms didn't seem to be in the worst shape. She had caught Bucky several times looking her up and down, and Lucy didn't understand why. Her body was nothing to marvel at, but apparently, he thought differently.

Unable to look at her foreign body any longer and feeling nervousness and insecurity for her appearance, Lucy grabbed the warm robe that was hanging on the back of the door to cover herself up.

It was so soft against her skin that Lucy never wanted to take it off. She looked through a cabinet and found a little bit of soap which she was thankful for. Unfortunately, there was no shampoo but Lucy would make do.

It wasn't until she heard a ruckus outside that she went to the window. She frowned from the loud noises and voices, wondering what was going on.

She opened the window to peer down at the sight. The men had taken buckets of water to wash themselves. She was suddenly thankful to have the tub for herself. Pouring cold water down herself seemed almost less than appealing.

She leaned against the window seal and tried not to stare too long at the scene below her. Each man had stripped off their shirt. Bucky was no longer in his dark grey Nazi uniform and instead had switched to his regular clothing.

He poured a bucket of water over his head and cringed at the cold temperature. Lucy almost had a heart attack as she saw the way the water was dripping down the toned skin of his chest. His upper half was completely bare except for the silver dog tags around his neck. She noticed how his facial hair had grown in more over the last couple of days and she wondered how it would feel against her delicate skin.

He was gorgeous; a god amongst men. And as Lucy looked down she felt a tightening in her stomach. Desire coursed through her veins as the image of his shirtless burned into her brain. She hadn't even meant to stare but she couldn't help herself. The sight of the water droplets running down his bare skin was a sight she never wanted to forget.

Bucky looked up after shaking out his hair and he noticed her standing in the window. His eyes met hers and he gave her a smug grin. "Enjoying the view?" Bucky teased her with a smirk.

Lucy scoffed, "What view?" Her cheeks turned a dark pink and she felt her neck grow hot.

"What view? What do you mean what view?" He winked at her playfully and Lucy blushed even more. "This view!"

She shrugged as a smirk played on her lips. Her eyes raked down him once more, taking in every little detail. She then winked back "I've seen better," It was a complete lie, of course. She was positive that perhaps the only body to rival his would have been a Greek god's. He smiled at her and her heart nearly stopped in her chest. Lucy didn't let him come up with another smug remark. She left the window before he could say anything, chuckling as she did so. She disrobed and allowed it to drop to the floor as she walked to the tub.

Her heart was still beating quickly in her chest from the sight she had just witnessed. Of all the art that she had seen throughout her life. Of all the David's and Hercules' and other muses, he was the most impressive.

Lucy tentatively got into the tub. It was colder than she was expecting but she didn't even care. Her blood ran hot from what she witnessed. She felt ashamed of how aroused she was from simply just looking at him, but she found herself barely caring.

She sunk deep into the water and allowed it to wash over her. It felt so good as she reveled in it. She audibly let out a sigh as she went herself go deeper in. Lucy ducked her head under the water. She held her breath until her lungs burned. As she was down there, the water washing over her, she allowed her thoughts to drift more.

She thought of only Bucky. Never before had a man held such an impact over her. She thought of his laugh and his deep low voice that caused shivers to run down her spine. She thought of how it sounded to have him whispering things in her ear. She wanted nothing more than for him to tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her in a seductive tone.

She thought of his collar bones and how she wanted to press sweet kisses to them. She thought of his chest and how it looked as water dripped down it. And then his abs and how she wanted to taste the skin of his stomach and continue trailing her mouth downwards. Lucy thought of his thick thighs and how it would feel to straddle them.

She arose from the water breathless. She gasped for air as the water trickled down her naked skin. If the water hadn't been so cold she would have lowered the temperature, knowing she needed to cool down from her sinful, lusting thoughts.

She grabbed the bar of soap and began rubbing the skin of her arms. She rubbed to hard until she washed away all the grime and the skin was raw from how hard she scrubbed. Yet however clean she made herself, it didn't rid her brain of the dirty thoughts.

Closing her eyes and enjoying the water once she had washed her entire body and hair, Lucy let her mind wander even further. She thought of the night Bucky had almost kissed her in the field. The way he had flipped them so he was hovering above her made her gasp from how much she wanted him.

She pictured how he would look hovering above her like he did that night. How he would look naked, pressing kisses to her neck and feeling her body against his own. Lucy's heart raced from the mental images of him. A knot formed deep in the pit of her belly, and as she trailed her hands over her breasts she wondered how it would feel for him to take them in his mouth.

She wanted to hear him moan for her. And to feel his warm body intertwined with hers. She had long ago lost her innocence to Daniel. Even before they were engaged he had taken to her to his bed. Of course, they were both regretful that it happened before marriage. But that didn't stop them from continuing afterward.

He had been the only man she had been with. But since she developed feelings for Bucky, she wondered just what it would be like to be with him also. She wanted him in every way humanly possible. Intimately and emotionally; she just wanted him.

She wanted nothing more than to be joined as one with him. To have him thrusting into her and making her moan with a burning need. As she thought about it, Lucy felt her hands continued to wander.

They reached between her legs, where she dipped them in between her thighs. She nearly gasped from how sensitive she was. She closed her eyes, and thought about him more as she continued on. The image of them getting intimate becoming her favourite fantasy, replaying several scenarios and various ways he could take her. S

he almost moaned for him, and she wanted her fingers to be his own. She wondered how he would feel against her, having his body completely molded with her. Lucy wanted to be filled with him, her body giving him pleasure. She wanted his hands leaving bruising grip on her hips, showing she was his. She wanked to rake her nails down his bare back as he bit her neck.

Every moment that passed and Lucy's thoughts became dirtier she wished he was there with her; that it was his fingers inside of her instead. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to control the need for him that grew with every passing moment. But it was completely useless. She wanted Bucky to claim her, to ravage her. She wanted to be his entirely, in every way humanly possible. She just wanted him, and only him.

Lucy would be damned if she let another night pass by without knowing what being with him was like. She decided that if he didn't come up to her that night than she would take matters into her own hands. She would push him up against the closest surface and capture his mouth with hers. She would show him just how much she wanted him, and how much she needed him and craved him.

Perhaps the reason she felt like that was due to nearly dying that day. Or maybe, it was an entirely different reason? When she thought of him, Lucy felt something well up in her chest that she thought maybe, just maybe, it felt a little bit like love. She smiled as she dwelled on the idea, sinking into the bath even deeper, her mind drifted to pleasant thoughts of only him.


Hmm...Some brief spiciness. Lucy's getting into trouble. But honestly, who could blame her? I'm pretty sure no mortal woman could withstand that sight of Bucky though. Regardless, that girl better get a move on! Because even I am getting frustrated by their lack of smooching. But I've got something cooking up that I'm both excited and nervous to share. ;)

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