【Ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ】
Noun:
"Something that you are given, without asking for it, on a special occasion."
Verb:
"to bring, offer, or give, often in a formal or ceremonious way."
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"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵...
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Bucky felt like he couldn't breathe.
Falling to his knees on the hard concrete, his gloved hands shakily called Steve back.
He had one job. And he'd failed.
Tears well at his eyes. He knew it wasn't unreasonable to jump to terrible conclusions wherever Hydra were involved. And this has them written all over it.
On the second ring, Steve answers again, his voice confused.
"Buck? Did you mean to call?" He asks.
All Bucky can do is sharply exhale as he feels the lump in his throat harden. He can't even bring himself to say the words.
"She's gone Steve. Someone took her." He croaks out.
He's not sure what happened next.
Because before he knows it, he's grabbed your phone and is running down the back alley and into the street, frantically calling your name.
Passerbys stare, before recognition lights up their faces, and phones are being pulled out. Bucky fucking hates the rectangle devices that seem glued to everyone nowadays. He had no where to hide.
He continues his search, trying hard to slip back into his default spy mode, that would be able to track down anyone no matter who took them, but his emotions are too involved. His head feels cloudy, like he can't see straight.
When he's ran miles around the building, desperately asking people if they've seen someone matching your description, he knows he has to wait for Steve.
His heart cracks into tiny pieces.
Steve had trusted him with his most loved person in the world, and he'd let her be taken.
He prayed to whatever God or Goddess lay above him that you were okay. That they weren't hurting you. That you didn't have to go through even a fraction of the pain he endured under their hands.
He would kill himself if they harmed you. He knew he didn't deserve anything good in his life.
He feels sick to his stomach, bile rising in his throat.
As he drags himself back to the alleyway where your phone had been left, he sinks down against the brick wall amongst the graffiti and chaos. Letting out a loud guttural scream, he punches the window behind him that connects to another part of the studio building, glass shattering to the concrete.
He isn't sure how much time has passed, but the thudding of shoes alerts him to new presences.
Looking up, Steve looks down at him, tears in his own eyes as he's still in his tactical gear, clearly having rushed back from the mission at the news of his missing fiancé.
Bucky can't even bring himself to look into his eyes. Instead he just swallows thickly, trying to squeeze down the guilt back into his stomach that's creeping up his throat.
