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        "HOW MUCH LONGER?" I ask the pilot for the thousandth time. I swear that I'm like a child going on a road trip. It's not my fault. I'm just really excited, nervous, and anxious.

The pilot groans. "Five minutes until we land. You might wanna sit down and buckle up."

I roll my eyes at his sassy tone and return to my seat, reluctantly obeying his orders since I don't want to die. My leg starts involuntarily tapping as I wait impatiently for the plane to land.

"Are we ever going to land?" I ask in exasperation literally seconds later. I conclude that I am like a child, especially when the pilot lets out an annoyed sigh. I feel bad for him. He's having to deal with my impatience. My nerves are just through the roof from getting to see

The pilot rolls his eyes right

Once we land safely on the ground, the pilot announces something into his headset. "Aftermath has landed. I repeat, Aftermath has landed." I roll my eyes at my ridiculous code name. They named me Aftermath because every time I go on a mission, I leave behind a horrible aftermath for the Nazis. They find it clever, I find it stupid.

However, I have to admit that it's kind of growing on me.

I open the door of the plane and hop out. I'm at Camp Plymouth, where Bucky Barnes and the rest of the 107th are staying. It's in a remote location in Germany, secluded and hidden from any other areas.

Looking around, I locate the headquarters tent. I rush over to it and am about to ask the Colonel where the 107th is, but I am rudely interrupted by some ignorant soldiers.

"You're a soldier?" one guy asks in disgust.

"Why is she wearing pants?"

"Sweetheart, why don't I escort you over to the nurse's station?"

Another one, who's wearing no shoes laughs. "Wow. I bet you don't even know how to shoot a gun."

Idiots. I've dealt with people like them my whole life, ever since I was in high school.

My hands ball into fists and before I know what hit me, I pull my M1928 Thompson in position and shoot right beside the shoeless man's left foot. "I think I've got the hang of it, sweetheart," I sneer and turn back around to face the colonel casually.

I didn't have to look at the men to know they were frozen in a mixture of shock and fear. I swelled with satisfaction. Of course they should be scared of me. I'm as dangerous as they come.

"Good to have you back, Captain," the Colonel says with a smile hidden on his face.

"Good to be back," I reply with a small smirk.

"Avery!" I hear a voice yell. I turn in a flash and see Bucky Barnes and the rest of the 107th following behind him. They don't even blink an eyelash at the men who are still standing around, not knowing what to do with themselves.

I rush over to Bucky and we meet half way with him pulling me towards his chest. "I missed you so much. You have no idea how worried I was about you."

I snort. "You worried about me? I was worried about you, doofus."

Bucky keeps his arms around me for a few minutes longer, not saying anything. After we pull apart, we just stare at each other's face.

After a few seconds of silence, I speak. "Well, if you won't do it, I will." I abruptly place my lips on his, and he immediately responds by kissing back.

Soldiers "ohhhh" and "ahhh" around us, teasing us to no end. Bucky wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him as my fingers tangle themselves in his hair. When we're both in dire need of oxygen, we pull back, breathing heavily.

"I missed that, too," Bucky teases. I laugh and step away from him to hug the rest of the men behind him.

After I've hugged everyone, plus three new guys, I look around for the clumsiest of them all, Max, but come up short.

"Where's Max?" I ask, bracing myself for the worst when I notice Bucky looking at me sadly.

"He...uhh...he died in battle," someone speaks up. I nod quietly.

"How did it happen?" I ask them, my voice null and void.

Stephen steps up. "Minefield."

That's kind of what I expected. Max was the clumsiest person ever. I worried about that happening before it even happened. I would always keep him beside me if we had to cross a minefield, but of course the one time I wasn't there to protect him, he dies.

I sigh deeply. "What's our next mission?"

"We're leaving for a Nazi base tomorrow. Gotta wipe it out," Bucky briefs. I nod and quickly head to the debriefing tent, ready to get the info on tomorrow's mission.

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        "IF WE DON'T WIPE OUT this base, this camp will be wiped out, along with many others," the man in front of me informs.

"So, basically, if we fail, we all die?" I bluntly ask.

The man looks at me for a second, before responding with a firm "Yes."

"Okay, thanks big guy," I say to him as I head out of the tent. It's already dark and everybody has already gone to their tent to rest. With a deep sigh, I head to my assigned tent, which I also share with Bucky.

He's already in there, lying on his own cot, staring at the top of the tent.

"Hey, I just got out of debriefing," I announce. He sits up and looks at me.

"So, you know that if we fail, everyone dies," Bucky states. I nod and place my gun down beside my cot. I sit down and look over at Bucky.

"We won't fail," I assure. He stands up and walks over to sit beside me.

"I'm not worried about failing, I'm worried about you," he admits, placing his hand over mine.

I roll my eyes at him. "Stop being worried about me."

He looks at me with the most serious look on his face. "I can't, okay? I'm always going to be worried about you."

"I'll be fine, Buck." I place my hand on top of his. "Listen, we're gonna win."

He looks down at my hand intently. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because, we aren't going to leave that base until every Nazi is dead. I don't care if we all die in the process, but we're wiping out that base. No matter what it takes."

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