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The Howling Commandos Masterlist 2

part one

ampersand (ao3) - kaydeefalls steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: They've been steveandbucky since they were kids, but that ignores the parts of their lives that don't wrap around each other, that never did. (Bucky needs to figure out who he is, just him, with or without Steve.)

Better Than To Bend (ao3) - silentwalrus bucky/peggy/steve M, 23k

Summary: In which Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes is tired, hungry and completely failing at not sticking it in the crazy. Also there’s a war going on or something.

aka world war threesome. Fear these queers.

Everything Is Safer Now (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky M, 18k

Summary: "You've spent your whole life questioning authority. You may as well have it tattooed on you somewhere."

Or: Five Times Bucky Argued With Steve Because That's How They Communicate (And One Time When Steve Returned The Favor).

Fly Away (ao3) - Erica_T darcy/steve T, 17k

Summary: England 2014 - Steve Rogers answers an emergency call out to a fire at Jane Foster's lab, and the woman that he pulls out of the burning building has an impossibly familiar face.

Give Up The Ghost. (ao3) - Chaneladdict bucky/peggy/steve E, 340k

Summary: Post WW2 leaves Peggy Carter picking up the pieces of her world after the loss of Steve Rogers, left behind dealing with the same loss and longing, Bucky Barnes attempts, albeit halfheartedly, to pick up the pieces of the same war, the same loss.

With more in common than they at first care to admit, we see what happens to those Steve loved and had to leave behind... And what happens when he comes back and finds the two people he loved most in the world, in love with each other and still VERY much in love with him.

A story of finding love in the most unconventional of places.

it’s good to be young but let’s not kid ourselves (ao3) - suzukiblu T, 8k

Summary: “Er,” Falsworth says.

“Jesus fucking fuck,” Dugan says, better encapsulating the group’s reaction at large.

“This is the best mission we’ve ever had,” Bucky says, as the one and only outlier. He has never sounded so delighted to be surrounded.

like setting off fire crackers at midnight (ao3) - what_alchemy steve/bucky, clint/phil E, 24k

Summary: Everyone who knows the Captain America story thinks they know the Bucky Barnes story. In the 21st century, Steve is still keeping Bucky's secrets.

Misfits (ao3) - gryffindor17 steve/bucky E, 53k

Summary: Growing up is hard. Growing up and realizing you're in love with your best friend is even harder.

Pianissimo (ao3) - Odsbodkins steve/bucky, bucky/omc E, 15k

Summary: Steve and Bucky from the 30s to 1945. Inspired by an Avengerkink prompt about Steve and Bucky hiding their relationship.

sidereal (ao3) - girlbookwrm, verbalatte steve/bucky, past riley/sam M, 67k

Summary: “…The modern viewer must remember that prior to the 1960s, soulmark portraits were the ultimate in taboo. But one can see how an artist like Captain Rogers would feel compelled to pick up his sketchbook…

...Captain Rogers never did a self-portrait; we can only speculate who his soulmate — or soulmates — might have been."

Franklin, Hannah. “Howling Commandos Leave their Mark in Portrait Series by Captain America.” Newsweek, July 9, 2009.

Subjective Histories (ao3) - Odsbodkins steve/bucky M, 11k

Summary: Extracts from materials relating to the official biography of Steve Rogers (A Kid From Brooklyn, Yale University Press, 1999)

The Other Man out of Time (ao3) - sara_holmes bucky/clint M, 97k

Summary: Also known as Time Travelling Clint Wrecks the Universe.

Due to The Time Stone having a great day screwing around the fabric of reality, Clint finds a copy of himself thrown back into Normandy, 1944. Cue Clint 2.0 meeting Bucky Barnes, the Howling Commandos and a pretty different version of Steve.

The Pilgrim Soul (ao3) - jachap bucky/darcy/steve E, 276k

Summary: Darcy Lewis has always been—different. Too curious, too smart, too everything. In 1940, she runs into Steve Rogers walking home from the subway. He introduces her to his best friend Bucky Barnes. Thus begins a relationship that spans the better part of a century.

This Is My Last Breath (ao3) - FlyByNightGirl steve/bucky N/R, 731k

Summary: ☆ War stories, laughter, dances, disasters, stars. Family, fall out boy, falling, nightmares and two broken hearts.

(There's a double love story about two boys with 70 missing years in between - somehow Sergeant James Barnes became The Winter Soldier, and this is how.)

to memory now I can't recall (ao3) - Etharei steve/bucky E, 102k

Summary: While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.

Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.

Truth, Justice, and the Cheating Cheater Way (ao3) - owlet peggy/steve T, 4k

Summary: Don't play cards with Captain America. Just don't. Especially if you've pissed him off recently.

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The Blonde and the Brunette - Part 5, From There to Here - Bucky Barnes One Shots

Summary: Takes place during Captain America: First Avenger. Bucky sets his sights on Peggy Carter and interferes with Steve’s relationship with her. Recounts the train mission.

Length: 4770 words

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Private Lorraine, Howard Stark, assorted members of the Howling Commandoes.

Warnings: Bucky blocking Steve, the story starts out lighthearted but ends with Bucky’s fall.

Author notes: Alternating POVs between Bucky and Steve.

<<Part 4

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Bucky

I knew as soon as I saw her greeting Steve after we walked into the camp like we owned the place that my next girlfriend was standing right in front of me. She was beautiful, with long dark hair that I wanted to bury my face in, while I was kissing her neck, and undoing her dress, of course. Along with dark eyes and ruby red lips she was a dream come true. Then she opened her mouth and the voice, with its British accent, was like silk and I longed to hear it say my name. Whether it was said as a greeting or in the throes of passion didn't matter to me ... I just wanted to hear her say it.

There was just one small problem. For some reason, she preferred Steve. Don't get me wrong, I loved the guy. Hell, I'd been his protector since he was twelve years old but when he showed up at that factory and found me strapped to that bed mumbling my name, rank, and serial number, I couldn't believe it was him. How did he gain over 100 pounds of muscle and grow a foot in height in a matter of months?

He said something about an experiment then turned red and realized he probably shouldn't say anything about what was obviously a classified subject. But I was his best friend, Bucky, and if he couldn't unload his secrets to me then who could he tell? Whatever they did to him was something. When he jumped from the other side of that factory to where I was waiting it was like watching a fucking god in action. I'm getting sidetracked here.

My immediate dilemma was how I could get the lovely Agent Carter to focus her attention on someone worthy of her beauty, namely me. After we got back to London, shown our quarters, and the quartermaster gave us new uniforms I showered, shaved real nice and close, styled my hair with just a touch of Brylcreem, then went to the pub with the others that had been captives with me, Dugan, Jones, Morita, Falsworth, and Dernier. It was a bit loud for me where the others were situated so I sat in the quieter snug, nursing my scotch. Steve talked those suckers into joining his new unit then came in to give me the sales pitch. As if he had to ask. I was in ... I just wanted him to sweat a bit.

Then Peggy Carter walked in wearing this red dress that hugged all the right spots and showed just enough décolletage (it's French for bosom, I think) to make me imagine what the rest of her looked like underneath the dress. She glanced at me when she came into the snug and walked right up to Steve talking about some equipment that Howard had for him. She must have meant Howard Stark, yeah ... that Howard Stark whose flying car hit the ground at the Stark Expo in June, the night before I shipped out. That was the night Connie and Bonnie ... damn, I'm getting sidetracked again. Thinking of dames will do that to a guy.

Anyways, as I was saying, I was playing it cool and giving Steve some side eye, trying to give him the signal that I got this one but damned if he doesn't check her out, just like all the times I tried to teach him back in Brooklyn. She looks back at the other guys in the main part of the pub, sitting next to the piano player referring to them as the top team, whatever that was about.

I asked her something along the lines of "You have a problem with the music?"

She answered that she liked the music just fine, but she's still looking at Steve. Then she started talking about dancing, still looking at him and ignoring me. I couldn't believe it! So, I asked what we're waiting for, giving her my best "I want you" look. Always worked before. Without missing a beat, she said, "the right partner" and was still giving Steve her "I want you" look. It was humiliating. Finally, she told him what time he needed to meet with Stark and walked out of there like the Queen of England. Class, pure class, but none of it aimed at me. I was invisible to her. In fact, I told Steve I was turning into him, the old him, the 98-pound weakling him. He just stood there with that smirk on his face. I taught him too well. Who knew he was listening all those years, storing up all of my best moves and looks, until the day he used them against me. Then he had the nerve to comfort me, patting me on the shoulder, saying maybe Carter had a friend for me ... all the things I used to say to him back in Brooklyn. I'm a hell of a teacher and I needed a plan.

After having a drink with me Steve said he was going to turn in and he headed towards the door. A luscious blonde walked in, gave him the eye, which he ignored and she shrugged then saw me watching. With a grin and a walk that said lots she strutted right up to me.

"Buy me a drink, Sarge?" she said, giving me the once over.

I was game. I hadn't won the attentions of the lovely Agent Carter yet, so I was still free to see other women. Her name was Lorraine, a private, and she was the secretary for Colonel Chester Phillips. Steve was supposed to be meeting with Stark in Phillips' office the next morning. I ordered her a drink then we raised a toast to the brave Captain America where I casually dropped the information that we had been friends since we were boys. Her eyes brightened.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" she asked eagerly.

Nope.

"Does he want a girlfriend?"

Oh yeah, absolutely. Didn't tell her at first it was Agent Carter but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"So, how do I approach him?"

I smiled then took another drink of my scotch.

"Well, sweetheart," I said, reaching out and grasping one of her curls gently so I could play with it. "I could tell you or I could show you what he likes. He does like to play shy and let the girl do the talking but sometimes he really plays the part of the innocent to find out if the girl is really interested. You have to be prepared to take it to the limit."

A slow smile crossed her face. "Why are you so interested in helping me?" she asked coyly.

"Well, I have my eye on a certain lady who seems to be your biggest competition," I replied. "Personally, if I was Steve, I wouldn't even look at her with a doll like you around. So, by me helping you in how to approach him, you'd be helping me attain the lady I want."

She hummed like she was really contemplating my offer but when she drank her gin and tonic, she gave me the eye that said she was more than game to practice on me before taking on her main target the following morning. We both finished our drinks and headed out of the pub, checked in at the base then she found a supply room and took a key out of her purse, dangling it in front of me. She unlocked the door, we went inside, and I told her what to say, showed her what to do, and heard her call out my name in a way that helped me out as well. I'm a gentleman so I won't say anything else but if it doesn't work out with Peggy Carter then I'll be back to make sweet Lorraine sing out my name again. I know, I'm an ace in the art of seduction.

Steve

I reported to Colonel Phillips secretary just before 08:00, asking to see Howard Stark. She was reading a newspaper and I noticed the headline was about the soldiers I helped liberate from the HYDRA factory. Without looking up she said Stark was meeting with the Colonel then she looked at me and did a quick double take. Right away she became as sweet as pie and invited me to sit near her. Then she showed me the headline and I nodded in recognition, still uncomfortable with how they were making me out to be the big hero. I just did my duty. That's how I saw it. She sat there, at her desk, with her legs crossed, casually bouncing her one foot. She had nice legs, that was for sure. Then she stood up and said something about the wives of the prisoners being happy about their husband's rescue. Approaching me in a sultry way, I started feeling a little funny; warm, kind of, and my mouth got a little dry. I crossed my arms and tried not to look directly at her. At that moment I kind of wished Bucky was there. He would know what to do and what to say. I was definitely in over my head. Then she said I was a hero, grabbed my tie and said the women of America owed me their thanks. At least, I think that's what she said. It all happened so fast, and my heart was beating so loudly in my ears that I barely heard anything, to be honest. Then she pulled me behind the shelving unit and the next thing I knew her lips were on mine, followed by her tongue. It was ... really nice, but holy shit, I wasn't sure what to do next. Do I put my tongue in her mouth? Do I hold her? Do I press her against the filing cabinet and unbutton her blouse? We were in Colonel Phillips' outer office for crying out loud!

"Captain!" said a voice, Peggy Carter's voice, and I jumped.

So did ... what was her name? I was kissing a girl and I didn't even know her name.

"If you're not otherwise occupied, we're ready for you," said Carter, and with a sinking heart I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

I tried to catch up with her to explain that the girl was kissing me instead of me kissing her but Carter didn't want to hear it, saying it was obvious I had found a partner. As we walked she looked sideways at me, at my tie and I tucked it back inside my jacket. I might as well have been tucking my ... you know ... back into my pants. It was awful. I felt like a cad. Then Peggy, Agent Carter, said I was just like all the other soldiers and I saw red. I was angry and asked about her and Howard Stark. I mean, I heard how he talked to her. It was obvious something was going on between them and she was judging me after one kiss, that I didn't even ask for. The look she gave me and the words she said made me feel like I was six inches high. Howard heard what she said and patted me on the back after she stomped off.

"We haven't done anything," he said. "Not for lack of trying on my part, believe me. Do yourself a favour. Don't ever assume you know anything about women because if even I have trouble with winning the affections of Agent Carter, you have even less chance."

He showed me a uniform made out of material that would deflect a bayonet. Then he patted my shield from the USO show that came in handy when I freed the prisoners and showed me some samples of a shield I could use for real in battle. I saw a round one under the table and although he tried to downplay using it, once I put my hand in the harness it felt right, like it was meant for me. At that moment Agent Carter came into the lab and asked Stark if we were done. I showed her the shield, anxious to try and get back in her good graces. Damned if she didn't pick up a pistol and shoot at the shield sending bullets ricocheting everywhere! Then she gave me a look that said she was still angry at me but there was something more with it and I realized that it was like the times Bucky's parents were having a disagreement and even though you could tell they were both angry there was another look that Bucky said was their "Just wait until I get you alone look." He never explained to me what he meant by that, but I think that was the look that Peggy Carter gave me, and it made me feel warmer than the kiss that secretary gave me; a warmth that I felt deep inside me.

Bucky

When Steve asked me about the look my parents would give each other when they were working their way through being mad at each other I knew the competition was over. If Peggy Carter was that angry at catching Lorraine kissing Steve, she liked him a lot more than I figured. The guy sat on my bunk looking miserable and I felt guilty about turning Lorraine loose on him. Sitting across from him I leaned over and cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I wanted a clear path to Agent Carter and I thought if I could get you involved with someone else then I could ...."

He looked up and the betrayal on his face was almost more than I could bear.

"You? You were in love with Peggy?" he asked.

"No, but I would have liked a chance to make her fall in love with me," I said. "Six months ago she wouldn't have given you the time of day and then you show up looking like this." I waved my hands at his physique. "What chance did I have?"

"Bucky, she was there when I was transformed," he said. "She rode in the car with me to the lab. She was at Camp Lehigh when I was in basic training and she always talked to me, always made time for me."

"She was?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Shit, buddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Now I felt worse, mostly because it was Steve I tried to block. "When you showed up looking like this, I just assumed she was like all the other women on this base who were panting for you. But if she was your friend back in New York, then she liked you for you."

Steve didn't say anything for the longest time and I was worried I had poisoned my friendship with him. But Steve never did stay angry for long and he finally looked up at me.

"You were jealous of my looks? You, Bucky Barnes, ladies man, scourge of fathers all throughout Brooklyn?"

He began to laugh, reaching forward and clapped me on the shoulder. Then he gripped it hard and looked at me with a determined look.

"I'll give you a pass on it this time but do it again and we'll have more than words."

"Hey, I'm out," I replied, showing him my empty hands. "I won't stand in your way. She's worth it. She's no dame, she's a lady."

Steve smiled and relaxed his grip. Then he looked at me. "Explain it to me what it means when a couple are angry at each other but they give each other a look that says they're still angry but they're not?"

"You punk," I said. "It means that the makeup sex is going to be fantastic. You missed out on so much not having your dad around. You do know what to do with a girl when you get her into bed, right?" He didn't answer. "Jesus, Steve, you don't know?"

"It's not like my mother could explain it in detail," he replied, his face a dark shade of pink. "Everything I do know I've learned from you and even you haven't been all that forthcoming about the actual deed. I mean, you have your own code when it comes to discussing your girlfriends, which I admire, by the way."

I smiled. It was true I didn't brag about the girls I was with. There were guys that did, and I saw how it affected the girls who they talked about. With a sister of my own if I heard a guy talking about her like that, I would kick his ass. Going to my footlocker I dug down to the bottom and pulled out a bottle of scotch.

"I could put you on report for that," said Steve.

"But you won't," I replied. "Because I'm your friend and I'm going to tell you how to make a woman happy in bed. It's a lot more fun if she's enjoying it along with you. Too many guys just want to get their own pleasure and forget that she needs to get something out of it as well."

I poured out a glass for each of us and for the next half hour told him everything I knew. There were even times I demonstrated with my hands or drew a picture for him, as bad as my drawings were. He sat there, asked more than a few questions, and took everything I said to heart. In a way, it was graduation for him, and I was happy to help him. For too many years he had been ignored and passed over by all the girls we grew up with which was wrong because he would have worshipped the ground they walked on and would have treated any of them right. If anyone deserved to have my knowledge passed on to them, it was Steve.

For the next couple of weeks, we were busy training, learning to work as a team. It was exhausting and no one went out to the pub after because all we had energy for was to go into the mess hall, eat our meals and then crawl into bed, hoping to get enough sleep so we could do the same thing the next day. It was worth it because when we had our first mission as a team it was like we knew exactly what everyone else was doing. I had my sniper perch covering everyone's back and kept my sniper rifle busy enough that the others could get the job done. That doesn't mean I wasn't in on the attacks. There were times I was right there beside Steve and the others, machine guns blazing as we kicked in doors and took the fight to HYDRA. It was exciting times and I felt we were making headway against those Nazi villains.

Steve

It was great having Bucky on the team. All those years as kids when we pretended we were in the Great War came back to me when we did it for real. Half the time Bucky was the unit sniper, taking out threats before we attacked our objective. Then he would trade his sniper rifle for a machine gun and join the rest of the Howling Commandos in infiltrating our target. It was heady times, and the Army were so impressed that they assigned a photographer to the unit.

"For posterity," they said.

Yeah, so we could make Colonel Phillips's bosses look good. He didn't care about the publicity, just the results and we got them. On one of our returns to base he pulled the team into a Quonset hut, set guards on the outside and looked at all of us like the next mission was the most important one yet.

"There's a train," he said. "It regularly makes the trip between the HYDRA bases carrying supplies and soldiers. It's powered by the Tesseract, which is one of our targets. Our second target is the man in control of that train. Dr. Arnim Zola."

The projector put an image up on the wall and all of us gasped. He was the little man with Johann Schmidt in the HYDRA factory in Kreischberg. I looked at Bucky and could see his eyes were narrowed, full of anger. He never spoke about what they did to him in the HYDRA lab in Austrian factory but it couldn't have been good. Right then I knew he wanted to be by my side on this mission, no matter what.

We had a week to train just for this mission. Three of us had to get on that train then find the Tesseract and Dr. Zola. Only three could go because we only had time for three to ride a cable line across the ravine and drop onto the top of the train while it sped along the track. There was only one place to set up the cable line that wouldn't smack us into the mountainside. Partisans were setting up that line as we trained. With us in control of the train we would bring it to a pre-arranged stop where we take the Tesseract, the doctor, then blow the train and track up. As leader I was going. Before I even had a chance to ask for volunteers Bucky said he was in.

"Buck, you don't like heights and it's several hundred feet up the side of a narrow ravine," I told him.

"I want in," he said through gritted teeth. "I want payback for what that asshole put me through."

So, Bucky was in. We just needed a third person. I asked for volunteers, but everyone put up their hand. Guess they all wanted payback against that doctor as well. So, we put names in a hat and Private Gabe Jones was the lucky third. The three of us practiced on a cable line at the base until we got the timing down just right. Word came from the partisans that the train was leaving from one of the far bases. If it followed the pattern of stops it had previously it should be going through where the cable line was rigged in two days. The whole team headed out and two days later we were there. Gabe was monitoring the radio to hear from the source when the train was on its way. Bucky took a look from our vantage point at where we would drop and asked if this was payback for the time he made me ride the Cyclone at Coney Island. He never did like heights but then I didn't like throwing up all over myself either. Our unit photographer chose that moment to take a picture of the two of us.

At that point Gabe spoke as he listened to the German voices on the radio. "You're right, that Dr. Zola is on the train. They're moving at top speed and will be here pretty quick."

I put my helmet on and grabbed the handle on the cable line, waiting for the word. It wasn't long in coming. Falsworth was watching through binoculars further up the line for the train as it came into his view. He turned and looked at us three with some concern.

"It's moving pretty fast."

I estimated we had about a ten second window to get all three of us on that train. Gripping that handle hard I waited for Dernier to give me the signal then I jumped off and slid down that cable like a bat out of hell. I felt the line bounce twice behind me and knew Bucky and Gabe were holding on for dear life. Just like we practiced the cable was strung out over the length of the train and we dropped down onto the top of it. Carefully stepping along the length we got to where there was a doorway while Gabe covered our backs. He would keep moving towards the front of the train, to stop the engineer. Bucky and I were going inside, hopefully to find the Tesseract and the doctor.

Inside, Bucky and I were instantly on alert as there was no one, no guards, no signs that we had been detected, nothing. Neither of us liked it but we had no choice and we began moving towards the front of the train. I walked through the open connection between this car and the next when suddenly a double door shut down, separating me from Bucky. Through the windows I saw him turn and fire his machine gun at someone entering through the far end. Hearing a sound behind me I saw another guy, a big guy, loaded with a couple of guns I had never seen before. I fired at him and his guns fired a blue pulse at me. Same type of weapon that was on the HYDRA tanks at their factory in Austria. It took a bit of doing but I finally got him down and used his weapon to blow a hole back to the car where Bucky was trapped. Through the window of his door I could see he was out of ammo so I got my weapon ready, opened the door and tossed it to him. Running interference for my friend I raced towards the other soldier sending him out into the open and Bucky took him out. Suddenly, from behind us I heard the whine of a pulse weapon charging and pushed Bucky down while lifting my shield to take the brunt of the charge, deflecting it into the side of the train car and blowing a hole to the outside. I was dazed and the soldier was about to charge up again when Bucky grabbed the shield and began to fire on him. Just as he walked in front of that hole the pulse weapon fired and Bucky disappeared while my shield fell to the floor. Grabbing it I threw it at the soldier, taking him down and I raced to the hole, looking outside.

"Bucky!" I called, hoping beyond hope that he had somehow held on to something to keep from falling.

He was holding on to a railing and I yelled at him to hold on while I edged closer, hoping to get my hand to his before the railing gave way. Just as he moved to grab my hand the railing broke and I watched in horror as my best friend fell down into that icy ravine, his screams already drowned out by the sound of the train speeding away from that spot. It was all rocks and the bottom was hundreds of feet down. He was gone ... Bucky was gone. I wept at that moment not just for his death but my own failure to save him. Me, Captain America, couldn't even save his closest friend from dying.

We accomplished getting the doctor and took him back with us to England although the train didn't carry the Tesseract itself, as it was powered by a portion of its energy. I went to the pub where Bucky told me he was following that little guy from Brooklyn. Damned if it hadn't been bombed while we were gone. I looked in the debris and found some intact bottles, hoping to get drunk, although I knew I wouldn't. While sitting there crying some more I heard foot steps and turned to see Peggy at the door into the snug. She tried to tell me it wasn't my fault but I knew deep down that Bucky only joined the unit because of me. If I wasn't so keen on him being with the Howling Commandos he could have been back with the 107th in the regular war, not fighting some enhanced Nazis with weapons greater than ours. Peggy gave me a pep talk, telling me to respect Bucky's choice to fight alongside me. Then I told her that I wasn't going to stop until all of HYDRA was stopped or captured. She nodded her head at that, saying I wouldn't be alone. Looking behind the remains of the bar counter she found an unbroken glass and wiped it out with a scarf she was wearing. Putting it on the table she motioned for me to pour her a drink.

"To Sergeant Bucky Barnes," she said. "Friend to a little guy from Brooklyn, and a brave, brave man."

Giving her a grim smile we drank to Bucky and she stayed with me until we finished the bottle, even after we left the bombed out pub.

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