Requested by lazysam14
Prompt- In which the reader is capture by Germans and has a little fluffy but kind of sad moment with Winters
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You woke up with your head pounding. You should've listened to your father, Colonel Sink, when he warned you against joining. You insisted on joining the war as anything but a nurse so he made you a paratrooper, practically begging that if you fraternized, you stuck with one man. And you did. Your ever so gentleman of a boyfriend Captain Richard Winters, C.O. of your company, Easy.
You realized now was probably not the best time to think about him as you were jarred from your thoughts by the sounds of a German conversation. You took many German classes from boredom but due to the concussion you could hear just snippets of the conversation. You were tied to a chair and the Nazis had taken you hostage. Damn Krauts. Dick was probably looking for you. However unless you could ninja yourself from the restraints, take out all of the many guards with weapons and advanced hand to hand combat training, then further magically learn to use German radios, you were stuck until he found you. If he found you.
A German has walked up to you and now stood inches from you. The smell of cheap cigarettes wafted from him. Just your luck he smelled like an old crusty ash tray around you and your already churning stomach. He smirked at you, his lips pulling up into a sadistic smile that made your nausea rise. His face came close to your own and he spoke in very broken English with a thick German accent. "Vou American? I do not know how vou are soldier. Should be in Küche making Nachwuchs."
The soldier obviously did not know much English and substituted 'kitchen' and 'offspring' with German vocabulary. Suddenly you felt an overwhelming rage toward the Germans. Even through that rage though you could not see how they could be so idiotic. Many Americans learned much of the German culture and their advancements in war before being shipped over seas, and this guy could not even speak English properly let alone think about the fact that maybe if you were a female soldier than you were obviously important to someone very high up.
Your hope for rescue started to rise. When Easy Company and your future husband found and saved you, these Germans would have hell to pay. So for now you feigned a smile leaned in to whisper into the German'a ear, "Fuck off." He tutted quietly and walked back to where his comrades were laughing, drinking, and smoking like they weren't monstrosities and instead decent human beings. You rolled your eyes as another of the Germans walked up to after speaking with you assumed was in charge.
"Do vou speak Deutsche?" When you didn't respond he shrugged his shoulders lightly and continued in broken English. "Vhat are vou doing 'ere?" Once again you ignored him. His hand came sharply down onto your cheek. Being the Colonel's daughter you were trained for interrogation not torture.
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Torture continued for hours. Days even. It was always the same questions: Who are you? What are you doing here? How are you a soldier? All of which were spoken in a language you could barely identify as English. It was more hybrid English-German. Your uniform was covered in blood and your face cut open. After the first day you began to loose hope that Dick would find you. Now on the fifth day, you were positive he and Easy had been redeployed in some other frog town.
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The men of Easy Company watched as their Commander slowly lost his mind. His girl had been captured by Germans. It also didn't help hat she was Colonel Sink's daughter so many of the higher ups were on his ass about finding her. However Dick could not help but be thankful that Easy was tasked with finding her. He did not know if he would be able to handle sitting by and watching somebody else do it whilst he was restrained and helpless. But now, five days after her capturing, he was going insane.
No man in Easy Company had ever seen him like this. He didn't sleep, he barely ate. They only saw him if he was checking with the squads and platoons for updates on the search. If not that then he was scouring the woods and lands near them for clues, not that he could stray too far from the Company, or he was holed up in his quarters going over every possible place she could be. That's where he was now. His eyes boring into the maps strewn across his desk, fully aware of the many unopened letters from Colonel Sink, encouraging him to find her as soon as possible. He would deal with the lectures and letters after he found you. Right now he just didn't have the time. Not to mention the motivation.
The door to his office burst open and Dick whipped around fully ready to tear into somebody for interrupting him. Although it was uncharacteristic for him it had not become uncommon these past couple of days. At his door his best friend Lewis Nixon stood panting, eyes wide. "We found her. At least where she should be. Its a German warehouse not too far from here. The scouts went out a litter further today and found it. We've already began to round up the Company."
Dick stood abruptly and nodded. He was fully determined to go get his girl back and god help anything or anyone who got in his way. "Assemble me a squad. I want Guarnere, Compton, Talbert, Liebgott, and Speirs from D Company. We'll be making the main assault on the warehouse. Welsh will take a Squad around the back. Lipton one on the east and Martin one on the west." Winters spoke fast as he gathered his gear and Nixon rushed to sort the Company.
As soon as Dick stepped out from the building, trucks of Easy Company men were already leaving. He just needed you to hold a little longer.
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You heard the gunshots and explosions. The remaining soldiers in the room with you began to file out grabbing their guns from where ever it was they had left them. The battle outside lasted for another 15 to 20 minutes which was kinda short you noticed. The other side clearly had 1 - more men or 2 - A whole lotta anger.
The large metal door to the room you were in creaked open and you could hear indistinguishable whispers you assumed were orders. Then soldiers began to file into the room led by none other than Mr love of your life himself. "Dick." It was a quiet whisper and he was already walking over to you knife in hand. He cut the ropes from your hands and feet careful to avoid any wounds. Your wrists and ankles were bruised and the skin was raw from the constant rubbing of the ropes.
As soon as you stood, every muscle in your body exploded in pain and you fell. Dick, the gentleman he is, caught you before you hit the ground and elected to carry you back to camp. The truck ride was quiet and although you were tired you could not fall asleep. You tried to let the soft rumbling and the sound of your lovers heartbeat lull you to sleep but all you wanted to do was be with him. You finally got to see him after days and you didn't want to sleep.
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When you got back to camp, Dick carried you up the stairs and to his quarters. He had not spoken a single word. It worried you a little however you did not want to push the subject matter so you settled on ignoring it for now. Your father was immediately aware of your return and was already on his way. You knew you would have to beg him to allow you to stay in the airborne but there was no way in hell you were leaving Dick or Easy and he would have drag your cold dead corpse from them if he wanted you gone.
You realized you were stubborn, yes, but these men were your family and even though it took them a little bit of time to warm up to you because you were a woman in combat, you had become close with each other and formed a special bond nobody could break. It was a personal connection made among people who had seen the dark of the world together, who had fought among the horror, and worked to make the world a better place for generations to come and you were not going to allow anyone to take that from you. Besides you were never much of a housewife or nurse.
The bed dipped beside you as Dick sunk into the mattress. He did not hold you like usual and after he had ignored you for hours now, not even a hello or a glance, you had enough. You shot straight up in bed, ignoring the searing pain in your bones that felt like it extended to your very core and fixed a glare on Dick. Usually he would be scared, tell you the truth and apologize. Problem solved. This time he did not even meet your gaze.
"Richard." At the use of his full name, his head snapped and his ocean blue eyes met yours. He had not heard his full name since before the beginning of the war and it came as a surprise since you had never used it before. You studied his features before continuing. His posture, usually perfect, was failing him. You could tell it was due to exhaustion and heavy bags pulled under his eyes. They were ever such a striking blue but they were also very bloodshot. His red hair was far from it's normally perfectly tamed state and was messy as though he had spent days pulling and tugging on it. Running his hands through it in frustration.
"You haven't spoken to me since I've been back and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong." His eyes bore into hers and his head tilted ever so slightly. You almost didn't notice. "It's noting you did," His soft voice brought her small amounts of warmth and comfort even in this very uncomfortable bed. "I am your boyfriend. I'm supposed to protect you. I wasn't able to do that. How can you even look at me and not feel angry? Disappointed? How could you want to be with me after what I let happen to you?" For the first time in all of your time together, you watched Dick Winters cry. He wasn't sobbing but he didn't have to be. The devastating look in his baby blue eyes as tears flowed down his soft cheeks was heartbreaking enough. You could barely stomach the sight.
"Richard Winters. I love you. What could you possibly have done that would've changed the outcome? I am 100 percent positive you did everything you absolutely could. When was the last time you ate? Or a had a proper nights rest?" You pulled his face close to yours despite the soreness in your arms and wiped the tears from his face. Holding him close to you, you gently laid the two of you back down onto the bed.
He cried over his sadness for you and what happened to you. You cried too. For the first time in this war you properly just cried. You cried for him. For the soldiers you lost. For the ones you still had. For the pain of your aching muscles. For this fucking war. For the thought that when your father left tomorrow he may not even be your father anymore. For the fear of losing anymore men. You just sat and cried. But you cried together.