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Bucky took a fresh breath as he surfaced again, Peggy right next to him. Steve was up river with the rest of the Howling Commandos, setting up camp for the night. Bucky was just so fucking hungry and still haddn’t gotten the hang of hunting things.
Sort of.
Things that weren't people were very hard to hunt.
He hissed frustrated. He refused to be the monster Hydra tried to make him, but military rations were barely holding him over. Steve and Peggy could hunt for him, they’d offered, but it just wasn’t the same.
Peggy glanced at him and dove, quickly swimming after a trout. With a sharp bite she shredded it’s tail and chased it over to him for him to catch. He would have been ashamed of only being able to grab a crippled fish if fresh meat didn’t taste so fucking good. Peggie slipped out enough to talk. “Better?”
Bucky nodded.
“Do you need more?”
Another nod and she slipped fully back in her pelt and with a nuzzle to his side darted off again. Bucky shook his head. People were easier. He just wished he didn’t want to so much. It’d be fine. Peggy was helping. He’d get enough fish to stop the hunger pains and let the Commando's company feel safe and warm.