Here’s chapter 2 for everyone.
Excerpt:
The angel frowned, pulling the rolled newspaper from his back pocket and showing it to Steve. “War.” The blond’s eyes widened as he read. “You know if it comes down to it, they’ll take me instead of you.”
Steve threw the paper down. “That’s such horse shit, Buck! A guardian angel should be allowed to stay with their ward.”
“Yeah, thanks for saying the same thing as everyone else, Stevie. They consider it a form of protecting our wards. You know it’s shit, they know it’s shit, but if they need soldiers, they’ll pull out any loophole clause they can to get the men.” In the First World War, Bucky had been lucky enough to be attached to a very old woman, but some of his friends had been sent in place of wards that couldn’t. They hadn’t come back.
“What about me? Don’t they care that something could happen to me?” Steve was angry.
“If it comes down to it, and you’re drafted and can’t go, no, they don’t care. If that happens, all they care about is if there’s a higher chance of you dying, your angel has to go in order to protect you. That’s why so many people are scared.” Bucky would never admit it to Steve, but he was one of the scared people. “But look, for all we know, other countries are gonna take care of the problem and we’ll be over on this side of the ocean, nice and safe.”
“’S not the way it works.”
The Archery Range 