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hellv1ra · 6 years

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The Cruelty Of Fate: Chapter One

Word Count: 2955

Pairings: Eventual Bucky x OFC

Warnings: None.

Summary: Picks up right after the battle of Azzano right before Steve’s rescue of the 107th.

A/N: This is kind of an introductory chapter for my OFC and other original characters, and part of the dialogue is taken from Captain America: The First Avenger.

Prologue

Nov 3rd 1943

“Colonel Phillips?” She Saluted him.

“Yes” he says glancing up from his task

“I have another stack of letters for you to sign” She could see the sadness in his eyes as he grabbed the file from my hands.

“Lieutenant Jones?” he says turning back to his task at hand.

“Yes Sir” she chewed at the inside of her mouth

“Why is it that you’re delivering these to me and not my secretary?” he didn’t even glance up from his desk, still signing paper after paper.

“Boredom I guess? I’ve got some down time until my next assignment. I know that what you’re doing right now isn’t an easy task. She had a stack that was finished and I was already on my way out here, figured I could cut a little time for the two of you to make this go process go quicker.” She knew that this was one of the shittiest parts of war, informing the families of fallen soldiers that their brothers, sons and husbands weren’t coming home.

“Thank you” He sighed “Have they to-” he was interrupted by a man approaching the tent

“Colonel Phillips” They both glanced over at the large man and Agent Carter standing in front of his desk.

“Well, if it isn’t the Star-spangled Man with a plan, and what is your plan today?” he deadpanned. ‘Ah’ she thought looking at his outfit, this must be Captain America. she’d seen his posters around base. She stepped back from the colonel’s desk giving him and Agent Carter more room.

“I need the casualty list from Azzano sir” The colonel raised an eyebrow in his direction

“You don’t give me orders, son” The insistent look on the large man’s face was saddening.

“I just need one name. Sergeant Barnes from the 107th”

The colonel glanced over at Peggy and pointed his pen at her

“You and I are gonna have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy” Lieutenant Jones shot a sympathetic grimace her friends way.

“Please tell me if he’s alive sir. B-A-R” The increased octave in his voice did little to hide his desperation

“I can spell” The colonel stood and filed the papers away “I have signed more of the condolence letters today than I care to count, but the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.” For the briefest moment, the look of exhaustion from the day creeps into the colonel’s features. The sadness and grief in the captain’s eyes is heartbreaking.

“What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?” The colonel’s stony gaze returns, his features hardening.

“Yeah! It’s called winning the war”

“But if you know where they are, why not at least-” The colonel interrupted the man exasperation evident in his voice

“They’re thirty miles behind enemy lines. Through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save. But, I don’t expect you to understand that, because you’re a chorus girl” The captain’s eyes hardened

“I think I understand just fine”

“Well understand it somewhere else. If I read the posters correctly you have somewhere to be in 30 minutes” as Colonel Phillips turns his back to the captain, he stared at the map on the wall before turning and leaving the tent.

Colonel Phillips was looking over documents on a table and without breaking conversation he pointed to Agent Carter

“If you have something to say, now id the perfect time to keep it to yourself”

Peggy scurried off after the Captain.

“Sir, I don’t you think you were being a bit harsh? He clearly lost someone close to him” She said approaching him.

“Ma’am, it’s not our job to coddle people, this is war”

“Chester, showing compassion isn’t coddling, it’s called human decency” She put her hands on her hips expressing immense displeasure at the situation.

“Lieutenant, don’t you have a mission to attend to!” he asked her agitatedly at her.

Spying one of her men out of the corner of my eye with a large manila envelope in his hands.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Have a good day sir” he waved her off as she left the tent to meet up with one of my officers.

“Miller” She nodded at him.

“Ma’am, we got the orders” he handed me the folder.

They walked to the tent of their unit, as they entered the tent she saw her men sitting around and laughing amongst themselves. Sitting in a chair behind the desk that encompassed most of the space she began examining the documents provided to her. Everything seemed standard pictures of their target information on his rank within the Third Reich, coordinates and aerial photos of where they were heading.

I grabbed my bag that contained my gear and uniform, I slung it over my shoulder and headed towards the flap in the wall of the tent that lead to my quarters. I stopped short of entering my room.

“Let’s lock and load ladies, we leave in the hour” Lieutenant jones smiled as she went through the “door” leading to her adjoining tent where she slept, the cheers and jeers of the men fading as she closed the flap.

Changing out of her standard skirted uniform into field clothes. She was dressed no differently than the men of her unit. In the field, they dressed as equals no gender identifying clothing. Sitting on her cot she laced up her boots. Grabbing the tactical belt she’d modified to hold her rifle, ammunition and various knives. She walked over to the mirror above the wash basin in her tent. Taking a wash cloth she removed all traces of makeup from her face. Looking at the dark hair framing her face, Shame I gotta ruin a good hair day she thought tying her hair in a not at the base of her neck.

She grabbed her weapons and strapped them around her body. She nearly forgot the thigh holster she’d recently made to giver greater ease and access to her hand guns, the last item being my bolo knife, it was impractically large but she’d grown attached to it and it had saved her ass on more than one occasion.

Shoving open the flap of the tent she entered to the murmuring room of her unit dressed and ready for action.

“Alright boys, let’s go kill some Nazis” She smiled, and slapped miller on his shoulder as they all cheered and headed for the jeeps that would be taking them to their next mission.

November 6th, 1943

The sun had only just begun rising when they were finally making their way closer to base in the early morning hours. they had received intel that a high-ranking Nazi scientist was hiding out in Croatia. The mission was a success. The target in question a Doctor Johan Wagner was cuffed and gagged in the backseat of the jeep following me, they didn’t want him trying to off himself with some cyanide pill like some of other Nazi cowards they had tried to capture in the past.

The five of them make up a small, lethal team, that officially didn’t exist. Unofficially however, they worked for the Strategic Science Reserve, after being lent to the organization by the US Army. The only people on the ground who know who they are and what they do in an official capacity are Colonel Phillips, Agent Carter and Howard Stark. What the team does is very secret and very off the books. There will be no written history of what they did. Their names will never grace the insides of history books for the work they’ve done. Especially not mine. She mused thoughtfully driving the jeep down the winding path back to base. Hell, even the name that I go by doesn’t even belong to me. It was the name they chose for her so that she wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

Their objective as a team was a simple but dangerous one, capture their targets, take any data or intel they may have and bring them in for questioning. What happens to them afterwards wasn’t their concern. The current piece of garbage we obtained had been working on weaponizing a new and deadly strain of anthrax. One that is set to be resistant to any of current treatments. Samples of the work were obtained before torching the underground bunker, effectively (they hoped anyway) destroying the work the doctor had made.

The team made it out mostly unscathed, Second Lieutenant David Miller will have a new scar running over the top of his left eyebrow, thanks to the butt of a Nazi guard’s rifle. Warrant Officer’s John Davis and Tom Andrews have a few bumps and bruises nothing so far too bad has happened that will make their wives hate me. Chief Warrant Officer Richard Taylor however got it the worst, shot twice in the arm because he decided to be a hot shot.

Hitting a bump in the road, Taylor moaned and whined from the back.

“we’re almost there Ricky, you big baby” She called out from the driver’s seat. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself for your injuries.” He had decided to run into an unsecured room guns blazing and is now paying the price for it. Lieutenant Jones shuddered at the memory. It could have gone much, much worse. He could be dead.

He wasn’t the only on hurting from this mission she had personally taken a bayonet to the side while they had made their way through the facility. The bastard who stabbed her had gotten an up close and personal view with a .45 caliber bullet between the eyes.

“what ever happened to women being maternal and nurturing?” he whined

“Do I look like your mother?” she asked him incredulously.

“You don’t look like anybody’s mother, you Sheba” She could feel the flirtatious waggle of his eyebrows burning in the back of her head.

“Easy there dream boat, save it for the share crops you seem to be so fond of.” She turned her head to glare at him.

“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy” He teased her “it’s not my fault they can’t keep their paws off me, I have a reputation to uphold”

“A reputation as a skirt chasing Casanova pig” I sneered at him “Keep it up with that bullshit and I’ll make sure that they keep you in the infirmary until you’re fully healed, so you won’t be able to show off to all of the pretty girls when we get base leave”

“You wouldn’t” he sat up wincing at the pain from his arm.

“Oh, you know I would, and I’ll make sure that it’s the ugly nurse too, with the big forehead, and that she’ll be the who gives you long luxurious sponge baths” I laughed.

“You’re a monster” he grumbled at her as he lay back down.

“Damn right I am” she chuckled, they remained silent for the last 20 minutes of the drive back to base. Only stopping as they approached the makeshift gates of the base.

“Good morning Private Smith” she said to the young bright-eyed man who waved them in.

“Good morning Lieutenant Jones” he saluted as I drove through.

They were met by immediately met by Military Police and the medical staff as soon as they were parked. A flurry of busy bodies tending to the prisoner and the wounded Taylor dramatically flung his arm over his eye trying to earn sympathy from the pretty nurses who met us.

“Don’t be gentle with him ladies, he’s just playing it up” Davis laughed as he pulled our prisoner from the jeep and shoved the him into the waiting arms of the MP’s.

As she started making my way towards the tents to change my clothes before meeting to debrief Colonel Phillips on the mission, watching the hustle and bustle of the camp. She stopped dead in her tracks, from the looks of things there were hundreds more men in the camp.

“What? Where did they all come from?” She said to no one.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Miller said coming up from behind her.

She looked at him like he was crazy “Where do you think? I’m gonna go clean up and head to the Colonel for debriefing”

“Like hell you are” he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the medical tents “Not before you hit medical to have that wound tended to”

She sighed pulling away “You know I don’t need it.”

He stopped her from leaving again looked her in the eyes “I know you think that you’re invisible and indestructible but making sure that they didn’t pierce any organs with that stab wound won’t kill you. We can’t afford to lose you.”

“Fine.” She agreed glaring at him.

He just smiled and bowed with outstretched arms leading the way to medical. She glowered at him and begrudgingly marched over to the awaiting medical staff. An hour later she was stitched up and cleared of any major damage being done to her body. She and miller were told they were off duty for the next two weeks and Taylor wouldn’t be cleared for at least a month.

She left the medical tent and headed off towards the tent Colonel Phillips was current seated. “Colonel Phillips” She saluted him

“At ease Lieutenant, you here to debrief me on the mission?”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded,

She continued “Mission was a success, the target, his files and his experiments were obtained, we had no casualties on our end and a few of us only have minor injuries.”

“You call that stab wound on your side ‘minor’?” He said eying the bloodied hole in the side of her shirt.

“I’m standing here in in front of you, aren’t I?” he chuckled at my statement, motioning for her to sit. He seemed more relaxed than usual.

“And the bunker?” She gingerly sat down in the seat across from him.

“Annihilated sir” She looked around at all of them men now walking outside. “Chester where did all these men come from?”

“They’re the rescued troops from the 107th.” He stated frankly

“What? But how? I thought you said that there was no rescue mission? If you I recall correctly your exact words were ‘Yeah! It’s called winning the war’ when did that change?” He gave me a pointed look

“You gonna stop asking questions long enough for me to answer?” She looked down at her hands and he continued “I didn’t order the rescue mission, Captain Rogers did it on his own”

“Captain who? I’ve been here for months I’ve never heard of him.” She knows she would have remembered a captain in their ranks.

“Captain Rogers, you might remember him better as Captain America?”

“The chorus line guy?” She asked him incredulously “How?”

“Stark and Agent Carter took it upon themselves to drop him over into enemy lines.”

“But how was he able to manage this?” She asked pointing at the now full and bustling camp. “He did it by himself?”

“Do you remember Dr. Erskine?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Project rebirth ring a bell?” Her eyebrows raised curiously and nodded he reached behind him and pulled out a file and handed it to me. The tab said ‘Rogers, Steven Grant’. As she looked over the file seeing all his 4F rejections from the military. The medical history of this man was terrifying, it truly was a wonder how he even made it through adolescence, let alone to adulthood. She read over Dr. Erskine’s notes on him, the words brave, courageous and selfless were used with frequency. She spied the picture of a very small and thin man, in disbelief she held up the photo.

“This is that guy?” she asked pointing at the USO poster featuring Captain America.

“Yes.” She looked at him in disbelief.

“THAT-” she pointed at the poster again “is THIS guy?” she asked shaking the photo in here hand back and forth.

He gave her a look that would have had a weaker man cowering.

“Holy mackerel!” he rolled his eyes at her exclamation. She can only imagine how proud Dr. Erskine was of this achievement. “I can’t believe it really worked” she whispered under my breath. “why hasn’t he been active duty if the serum was a success?”

“The whole idea of Project Rebirth was to create an army of super soldiers, not just one.” She looked at him like he was crazy

“All this time Chester, what the hell were you guys thinking? Were you even thinking? Do you know how much of a load someone like him could have taken off my shoulders? We could have used him, hell I-”

“It wasn’t just my decision, they told me to scrap it, so I did, and it’s all moot point since he’s active duty now” he interrupted

“Excuse me Sir” A soldier came into the tent, saluted and then handed the Colonel a telegram.

“Thank you” he said dismissing the private “Are your men cleared for travel?”

“Yes, but only Davis and Andrews are clear for any kind of combat. Jones and I are two weeks out minimum and Taylor is at least a month out.”

“We’re not heading out for any kind of combat just yet, you will however need to pack your things. We’re headed for London.”

“London? I’ll let them know. Anything else sir?” She asked standing up.

“No, just be ready to leave in two days.”

“Yes, sir.” She saluted the Colonel as she left his tent and headed for her own feeling a renewed sense of excitement over finally being able to have some leave from this god forsaken war.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x ofc #peggy carter

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