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January 1941
Peggy Carter stared at the dark haired young woman from behind the mirror glass. The agent hadn't been told much, but when she received the call to come in because of a new German asset, she was more than happy to comply. However, what she found was not what she expected. She was expecting some top ranking German official, perhaps, a general or some sort of right hand man of Hitler. Not some nineteen-year old German nobody. However, she knew there had to be more to this if her superiors had called in especially this late at night.
"Agent Carter" she heard her name called out causing her to turn her head. Walking towards her was a man. It was Colonel Chester Phillips, one of her superior officers at the Strategic Scientific Reserve.
"Colonel Phillips" the brunette nodded her head, greeting him.
"I appreciate you coming at this time of night Carter" he replied. "But I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important."
"I figured it would be, hence why I'm here. Who's the girl" Peggy motioned her toward the glass.
"Béatrice Faust" Phillips replied handing the female agent a file that was in his hand. Peggy took it and opened it. There were numerous pictures and papers in it. Clearly she was a person of interest to the British Intelligence community.
"I'm sure you can notice that it's a big file. We don't have time to go into complete detail, but here's the rundown. She's the daughter of Oskar Faust" Phillips explained to her.
Peggy's eyes widened as she looked up at her superior officer. "The mathematician?"
"And military strategist during the first war" Phillips stated nodding his head. "Hitler's been constantly reaching out to him in the past year. He wants Faust to be apart of his inner circle, which means he'll have access to information on HYDRA."
Peggy looked over at the girl and back up at Phillips. She was somewhat confused. "What does his daughter have to do with any of this? Where does she fall into this?"
"Father dearest doesn't want anything to do with Hitler" Phillips began taking a deep breath. "He wants out of Germany and asylum for the family. He reached out to British Intelligence several months ago. We've made a deal with him. His daughter is part of that deal. He joins back into ranks of the Third Reich while he writes to his daughter who is believed to be away in Paris. She gets the letters, decodes them for us, gives us the information, and when the time is right, the government pulls them out with the stipulation of British passports and a home."
Peggy looked back down at the file and shook her head slightly. "Goodness. That's still quite a lot of information. How did she get here? Our intelligence has found boarders have been tight recently."
"She managed to smuggle herself to the Swiss boarder using some false papers. We're not completely sure. She's not told anyone, but when she was picked up, she looked rough" Phillips explained looking at the glass wall. "She had blood on her"
Peggy closed the file and back over at the glass, staring at the girl once more. She must have been through a terrible ordeal, but the important thing was that she made it. "It seems the poor girl has been through hell the past week.
Phillips nodded his head in agreement. "Which is why we called you in. We need you to debrief her. Figured she'd be open to speaking with you than someone else. "
Peggy looked at him curiously and frowned. He called her in so she could debrief a new asset that he should have had the authority to do himself. So why her? It hit her almost immediately. "You called me in at this time of night because you thought she would be more reasonable with someone of the same sex?"
"Now Carter when you say it like that…." Phillips began as he saw a glare from Peggy. "Honestly, this wasn't my call. I wanted you in because I want you to train her. Everyone else wanted you because you were a woman. You're one of the best and we need her to be good, so the decision was easy to go along with."
Peggy was slightly taken aback. Pleased almost with the newfound information. He wanted her to train the girl. Of all people? "You want her to be as good as me."
"If not better" Phillips looked directly at her, shrugging. "But I never said that."
Peggy smirked at him and stayed quiet for a moment. "We'll see about that."
She looked down at her shaking hands. She didn't know why she was nervous, but she was. Perhaps it was just jitters from the journey. She couldn't believe that she had been able to make it. Everything had gone according to plan. She wasn't sure how, but it did. She had made it safely out of Germany. She had met at rendezvous point with the Allies. Now she waited.
The silence in the room should have bothered her by now. She always hated the silence. It made her uncomfortable, but for some reason it felt peaceful in this moment. It had been a while since she had this type of silence. She was too used to new noises. Noises that she did not particularly like.
The sound of the door opening caused her to look up. A young woman in a military uniform emerged with a file and a notebook in her hand. She walked over to the table."Fräulein Faust" she began taking a seat in front of the young woman. "My name is Agent Peggy Carter and I've been tasked with debriefing you. I'm going to ask you some questions is that alright?"
Béatrice eye's narrowed at her slight, but her brows furrowed in confusion as well. Overall, the girl looked exhausted, Peggy noted. It looked like she was in a need for a good night's rest. Not that she blamed her anyway. In a way, she felt sorry for the poor girl. She was probably terrified and confused. Slowly after a moment, she nodded her head.
"I understand you can speak English, but would you prefer to speak in German or French?" Peggy asked her after.
The German girl swallowed and shook her head. "English is fine" she said quietly.
Peggy smiled at her slightly and nodded her head. Her English was nearly immaculate. "Would you mind stating your name for the record?" she said as she grabbed her pen and placed it on the paper.
"Béatrice Faust" the girl looked at her, her voice filled with a mix of a French and German accent.
"And Fräulein, do you know why you're here?" Peggy replied as she began to take notes.
Béatrice nodded silently and took a deep breath. "My father is Oskar Faust. He has information regarding Hitler's strategies for troops. I'm here to pass on that information."
"And you are aware of what the British government have offered you in return for said information" Peggy looked at her directly
At the point "You and I both know what I have been offered. With all due respect Agent Carter, I'm not sure why we're doing this."
Peggy sat her pen down and sat quietly for a moment. She looked up at the girl and smiled directly at her. "To be honest, I'm not sure either. Obviously, you were able to escape your home country knowing the risks, but you did it for whatever your own personal reasons are. I don't think it's any of my concern as to why. You're sitting in that chair. You know what you'll be doing and for what. If you do not mind my frankness, the only reason we are sitting here is because my male superior officers are worried that unless we break things down gently for you, you won't make do on your promises. They believed that you would have been more reasonable with a woman and right now they are probably staring at us through that wall, groaning in frustration for my honesty with you."
The nineteen year old raised an eyebrow to Peggy and then looked over at the mirrored wall. "Männer" Béatrice mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes, which caused Peggy to smirk slightly. "Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't handle myself around men. My father was a military man after all and I managed to get across German boarders undetected. I'm not fragile. What I'm doing is treason and could be killed for it. I'm not afraid."
Peggy's eyebrows rose slightly. "I think what you're doing is very brave. We need more people, more women like you."
Béatrice smiled slightly at her. "That's not something you hear often from another woman."
"I would argue I'm not the type of woman you meet often" Peggy smirked at her slightly.
Béatrice smiled slightly at her. She liked this woman a lot. She didn't know what she was expecting with the British, but if there were more who were like this Agent Peggy Carter, she would be fine. "I can answer your question for you if you like" she suddenly spoke.
Peggy looked at her curiously, somewhat taken aback. "Like you said I already know. It's a way out for your family. A way out of Germany."
"Yes, but do you know what is happening over there?" the German girl asked. What he is doing to the Jews?" "I have friends who I have been brought up with my whole life. One day there are there, the next they are gone without a trace. People who have lived on my street for generations in the same house are forced to leave and live in segregating housing. It's all because of one man. He started it and holds all the power. No man should have that much power. No one should. I think that. My father thinks that. It is why I'm here. I want and need to help the people of Europe. All of them."
Agent Carter nodded her head at the girl, feeling very impressed. The young woman standing in front of her was a warrior. Someone like her. Destined for great things and knew what her worth was. "Then we have no time to waste."
One-Year Later Camp McCoy, Wisconsin
Béatrice watched as a new convey of trucks came into Camp McCoy. New recruits were coming in for training. It took the Americans long enough, but they had finally decided to join the war against her home nation. However, it was not due to Hitler, but because of the Japanese attacking the Naval base at Pearl Harbor on December 7. 1941. She was in Austria at the time, but the news spread quickly. Immediately war was declared by President Roosevelt and only a mere days later, Hitler declared war on the country. Since then, thousands of young Americans were enlisting to protect their homeland and instead of being in Europe, she was stuck observing them. She sighed heavily. She was already bored in Wisconsin. It was freezing and undoubtedly dull. She silently cursed her superior officer for making her come here.
"Fräulein Faust" she suddenly heard her name called. Her eyes perked up and she turned to see a older man with glasses walking towards her. She smiled widely in response. ", Doktor Erskine, Wie geht es Ihnen?"
He smiled just as wide in response. "In times like these Fräulein, it is always wonderful to hear you greet me in our native language. " Abraham Erskine was a German like herself and a brilliant scientist. He had been captured by the German organization HYDRA that was committed to world domination that started with the use of the occult, but grew into science and weapons as well. Thanks to Peggy Carter, he had been rescued and came to work for the SSR. She met him a mere six months ago in London and the two immediately became close friends due to their shared heritage.
"I did not know you would be joining us here" Béatrice walked over to him.
Erskine shook his head slightly. "I am afraid I am on my way out."
The German brunette's face fell at his response. "Still no luck I'm assuming."
"Unfortunately not, but it will happen I assure. Keep faith" he told her in response.
She nodded her head in response. The doctor had been on a mission for the SSR for months for an experiment. She did not know anything about it other the fact that he was looking for a particular subject. Béatrice often wondered what the experiment was, but any time she asked, she would always be told that it wasn't part of her mission. Most of the time, she would drop the matter, but it didn't leave her from wondering.
Pulling out a box of cigarettes, she offered one of the to her friend. "Danke" he replied taking one. He pulled out a matchbox from his own pocket and handed it to her. She grabbed a match, lit it, her own cigarette, and then handed the box back to the doctor. He followed suit and lit his own.
"Is your family well?" the doctor asked as he inhaled the cigarette.
She nodded her head and looked at him. "As can be expected considering the circumstances. From the letters I receive, things seem to be going from bad to worse. "
"I am sure you are anxious to get back over there" Erskine said simply.
Béatrice sighed as she inhaled the cigarette. "I am. I feel useless here."
The German doctor smiled at her slightly. "Well I understood that you caused quite a scene during your last mission. Hence why they moved you over here for the time being."
"I understand why I'm here, but it doesn't mean I have to like it" she shot him a look.
"I didn't think you would" Erskine chucked at her. "Have patience though Fräulein Faust. The time will come. Everything will work out."
She looked at her curiously as she took another puff from the cigarette. "Is that what you keep telling yourself. About your super secret plans."
The doctor nodded his head. "It is exactly what I tell myself. Sometimes the waiting is hard, but when the time comes, it is very much worth the wait."
Béatrice smiled at him slightly and took another deep inhale of her cigarette. She hoped he was right. She would bide her time and it was unknown as to how long she would be there, but deep down she knew that getting back to Europe would be worth it when the time came. Her mission wasn't over. Not at all.
"I'm afraid I must run Fräulein Faust" the doctor suddenly spoke. "I have a train to Washington D.C. to catch. Thank you for the cigarette and I will see you soon."
"Keine Ursache" Béatrice smiled at him. "I look forward to it"
"As do I" the doctor smiled back at her. With that he turned and walked towards a group of trucks that were about to leave the camp.
She put the cigarette up to her lips and breathed heavily. This was it. This is what she would be dealing with for however long she was going to stay here.
"Well, well, well" she heard a voice say behind her snapping her out of her thoughts. "Look who's joining us on the right side of the Atlantic."
Turning around, she saw a tall, blonde hair man in an Army uniform smirking at her. "Captain McPherson, had I known you would be here, I would have requested to be assigned elsewhere" she smirked at the officer. She walked closer to him. "Alexander." She began to move closer to him.
He put his hand up to stop her and cleared his throat. "Béatrice, comment allez-vous?"
She smiled brightly at him at his use of French. "Très magnifique Alexander" she clapped her hands together. "You have been practicing."
He nodded happily and walked closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. "It's so good to see you."
"You as well" she responded pulling away. "How's Evelyn?"
"Wonderful" Alexander beamed smiling happily. "She asked about you and is begging for me to bring you with me the next time I get leave. She also wanted me to thank you for the French dictionary."
"I'm glad she enjoyed it. Now you'll really have a reason to take her to Paris one day."
"Oh between the dictionary and this, she's never going to stop bugging me about it" Alexander then pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to his friend. Béatrice frowned at it and opened it up. Her eyes suddenly went wide. The paper was a picture of Alexander and a young woman. He was down on one knee holding out a ring to her.
"You asked her finally!" Béatrice exclaimed jumping on him to hug him. "This is wonderful! I'm so happy for you both!"
Alexander laughed and pulled her off of him. "And we expect you to be in attendance of course."
"Unless I am dead I wouldn't miss it for the world" she glared at him playfully. The blonde eyes went wide and rolled slightly as he motioned for her to follow him. The two walked through the camp, catching up as they normally would when they meet.
"So where's Peggy currently?" he asked her.
"Back in London according to the last letter I received. She said she'd be stateside soon once more" the German explained to him.
Alexander nodded his head. "I saw the good doctor from a distance. Will he be here long?"
"Just passing through he said" she replied stopping. "He hasn't found what he's looking for yet, but he has great patience. He is clearly thinks he has time."
"But I'm not sure if time will be on our side much longer" his face fell. "Whatever his secret project is, I'm not sure if it will be ready. German forces are getting stronger. Hitler won't wait. Neither will HYDRA."
She looked at him and sighed. She agreed with him completely. Time was not going to be on their side forever. It was only a matter time before all hell would truly break loose. "So, I know you know why I'm here, but why are you?"
The blonde shrugged slightly at her. "Between you and I, I think I'm here to look after you until they decide it's okay for you to go back to Europe."
Béatrice looked at him unimpressed. Of course he was to look after her. Why was she surprised by it? "I don't need a babysitter, but I suppose I'd rather it be you than someone else."
"Chin up darling. You'll get back there soon. It's just a precaution that's all. I for one think you were brilliant" he nudged her in her arm.
She let out a laugh. "That's the first time I've heard someone refer to what happened as brilliant."
"Well like I said, I thought it was. Oh and before I forget" he suddenly said reaching into his pocket. "Colonel Phillips asked that you would send them anything you find as soon as possible this evening." He pulled out an envelope with her name and an address, holding it in front of her. Béatrice nodded her head and him and took the letter silently.
Alexander looked at her and noticed the change in her demeanor. He automatically knew what was on her mind. She was thinking about what the letter's contents were. "I'm sure every thing is fine. Come on, I'm sure Colonel Matthews is waiting for us."
James Barnes or as his friends called him, Bucky felt good. Walking through Camp McCoy, he felt that he was finally doing something with his life. After enlisting only days after the attack on Pearl Harbor, he was finally at boot camp. Now he would be able to help his country and do something worthwhile. Everything was perfect. Well…almost everything. He thought back to Brooklyn, his home and to his best friend, Steve Rogers. He wished his best friend was here with him, but he was not fit for duty, which he was sure left his friend heartbroken. But he knew that Steve would find some other way to help, just legally that is.
Walking along with the other newly arrived recruits, they all made their way to the middle of the camp. A older gentleman with a mustache and dark hair emerged from one of the tents, walking over to them and standing in front of them.
"Gentlemen. I am Colonel Jefferson Matthews" the man announced. "I am in charge of Camp McCoy. Congratulations. You have made your first steps into one of the bravest and most heroic things you will ever do. Fighting for the homeland. For our freedom. Soon you will be placed into specific divisions and begin boot camp. I will warn you, it will be some of the toughest weeks of your life. Some of you may not make it to graduation. We aren't training a weak Army, but a strong one." The Colonel then walked over to a pair of individuals. "This is Agent Faust and Captain McPherson" he continued. They are here to observe and assist with the supervising of operations. You are to treat them both with respect as you would any normal superior officer."
Bucky looked over and saw the pair. A man with blonde hair and in the uniform he figured he would have once he was done with training. However, the individual standing beside him was what truly intrigued him. A woman with dark hair wearing a female military uniform. He had heard that women were trying to make their way into the military, but he didn't think he'd actually see one during training. At least, he'd have something pretty to look at occasionally during the next few weeks.
"Gentlemen" Captain McPherson tilted his head towards them.
"Guten Tag" he heard the young woman spoke in a thick accent. As soon as she did, many of the men's eyes went wide and gasped. She wasn't just any dame. She was a German. Bucky felt his own eyes went wide. He wasn't even sure what to think.
"I thought we were fighting the Germans, not working with them" a recruit said. It was not a loud comment, but one that many could still hear.
"Das schon wieder" Agent Faust muttered and rolled her eyes.
"Soll ich ihn schlagen?" Captain McPherson responded staring right at the new recruit.
"Nein" she replied instantly and just stared at the man. Her eyes then scanned the group and fell on his own. He felt a shiver up his spine slightly. It was almost as though her dark brown eyes were staring into his soul, learning every secret he ever had in his life. Agent Faust's eyes quickly darted away from his own and went back to the crowd.
"I signed up for the US Army, not to work with Nazi scum or even a woman for that matter" the same recruit grumbled even louder. Captain McPherson sighed and looked directly over at Colonel Matthews
"Again I will repeat that you are to treat all superior officers with respect" Colonel Matthews glared at the new soldiers and rolling his eyes slightly. "You may not like it, but that's how it is. You'll all going to have to make sacrifices quite soon."
Bucky sat in the mess hall with a group of recruits he had been assigned with for boot camp. He couldn't get his mind of the German woman who was in the camp. She had walked passed the table with Captain McPherson, conversing in German, which led him to believe that Agent Faust did not speak English and Captain McPherson acted as a translator or some sort. He wondered why she was here. Everyone was trying to figure it out as well with many still convinced she was a Nazi or double agent, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to have those thoughts of her.
"I don't get it. Why would we be working with Germans?" one of the men, Johnson spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I heard she's the daughter of some big Nazi general and she would have dinner with Hitler once a week" another one commented.
"That's bullshit! I heard she's actually in charge of the Nazi group for German women" another one, Hamilton argued.
"Maybe she's not a Nazi?" Bucky suddenly spoke up looking at the group. They all stared at him in shock silently. He sighed and just shook his head. "I mean there's got to be some people who don't like Hitler over there."
"Well when you find one, let me know" Johnson rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his cup. "She may be German, but at least she's a looker am I right? I've heard German girls are a good screw, maybe she is too."
Bucky looked down at his food suddenly losing his appetite. He tuned out the conversation on Agent Faust as best as he could. For some reason, he felt like Steve in that moment. No one was going to hear him out. Steve would if he would there. He already knew, he wouldn't judge Agent Faust on her accent at all. It was going to be an interesting few weeks with her around. He could already tell.
Béatrice sat on the railings of one of the buildings. It had been a long day. She was exhausted despite having done barely anything, but it was due to the comments about her heritage. She should have been used to it by now, but she would never be. She'd always be seen as the German or a woman. Not a person. Not someone trying to bring peace to the world.
Sighing, pulling out the somewhat crumpled envelope from her pocket, she took a deep breath. Another letter from her father. Her nerves began to creep up again. She was so used to this by now, but every time she received a letter, she was always worried as to its contents. Was it her father? Or was it someone else? She tore the envelope open and found two pieces of paper. One with an "X" marked on it and the other that did not. She grabbed the one without first.
My dearest Béatrice,
I apologize for writing in English, but with our hopeful departure soon, I feel that I need to practice as much as possible. Enclosed with this letter is the weather report. You know what to do. I hope you're well. Your letters are a great comfort to your mother and I greatly. We miss you terribly, but continue to be so proud of you. We heard what happened in Austria. No one suspects anything, but please continue to be careful. We already lost one child. I do not wish to lose another. I am afraid that this letter comes bearing some horrible news. Rifka Dreyfuss has gone missing. I was told that she was last seen going to the market. She never returned home. Only two days later, the entire Dreyfuss family disappeared. We are searching for as much information as we can, but as you know we must keep up appearances. Too many questions would raise suspicions I, however, fear for the worst especially after what was discussed at the Wannsee Conference in January. Ghettos are no longer the solution. Extermination is. It is a slow process, but it is happening. I fear for our Jewish friends. I fear for the future of Europe. The Führerforces grow stronger daily. With the Americans now in the fight, perhaps they can help our cause. Be safe my darling.
Love,
Your Father
Béatrice felt tears in her eyes. She had fond memories of Rifka and her family. Their families spent plenty of time together. Every summer the neighborhood would have a large gathering and she and Rifka would always spend countless hours in the kitchen together or figuring out what to wear. She felt her heartbreaking. What was happening, it wasn't right. It was never going to be right. The tear rolled down her cheek. She wanted nothing more than to be home with her family. To wake up from this horrible nightmare. But life was not that simple. She pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it with a lighter. It was a terrible habit that she had picked up in the past year, but it was the only thing that seemed to ease her mind during these times.
Hearing a creek in the boards of the floor, she looked up and jumped off the railing. "Mein Gott!" she exclaimed. Before her stood one of the soldiers from the new recruits earlier. He looked as though that starling her had startled him. She quickly wiped the stray tears from her cheeks as she stood before him.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you" he said gently slowly walking towards her. "Are you alright?"
She just stared at him in confusion silently. What was she suppose to say? Should she speak to him in German and make him think she didn't understand or speak in English? What was he doing out so late? It was past the curfew. Should she report him? If she did, would he insult her?
"Do you speak English by any chance?" he asked her snapping her out of the numerous questions she was asking. "I promise I'm not here to hurt you and I'm sorry to startle you, but I saw you were crying and just wanted to see if you were okay. Pretty dame like you shouldn't be crying…" he suddenly groaned realizing what he had said and sighed. "And you probably have no idea what I'm saying."
She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, putting her right hand into her pocket, along with the letters. "Well maybe if you could stop rambling for a moment, I could actually get a word in and tell you that I do understand what you're saying"
The soldier's eyes went wide all of a sudden. "You….you….speak English?" he exclaimed.
"Quite well actually" she nodded simply. "You Americans are so strange to me. You automatically assume that if someone speaks their native tongue, it's the only one. If you really must know not that it's any of your business anyway, I speak four languages. German, French, Polish, and English. I'm learning Russian, but I'm finding it rather difficult."
The soldier just continued to stare at her silently with wide eyes. "I apologize ma'am" he said walking closer to her.
"It's fine" she said before taking another puff of the cigarette. She took a moment to really look at him. He was tall, skinny, dark hair, and perhaps the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. She had to admit, he was handsome. "What's your name soldier?"
"Barnes ma'am. James Barnes" he said offering his hand to her. He figured he would be formal before he told her his nickname. Besides he sounded more dashing to the ladies as James as opposed to Bucky.
She stared at him for a moment, narrowing her eyes at him. She then slowly lifted her hand and her fingertips only touched his fingers, gently shaking it. The act caused him to chuckle to himself. She was either nervous or that's how they introduced one another in Germany.
She continued to eye him closely. "You know you're out past curfew Private Barnes."
He smirked at her slightly and shrugged. "Can't really sleep. Bed's not that great. New place. Figured I'd take a walk to clear my head a bit."
"You'll get used to it, but then by the time you do, it'll be time for you to leave. I'll let you slide this time" she said simply in response. She understood where he was coming from. She herself had barely been able to sleep in such a strange place the past few days.
He walked closer to her and leaned against the railing. "You're a long way from Germany."
She nodded her head slightly, but made a face. "I've been further though".
"How long have you been over here?" he asked immediately.
She raised her eyebrows at him. "You ask a lot of questions."
Bucky smirked at her in response. "Just trying to make conversation that's all.
"Well I have to say that's a first" she smirked back at him. "Most people aren't really interested in talking to me."
"I find that hard to believe" he chuckled slightly.
"Well it's the truth when you're a woman in the service and of course a German" she shrugged at him.
She saw as his face fell. He looked almost sorry for her. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and opened it once more. "I'm sorry about what Johnson said about you earlier. He obviously has no clue what he's talking about. He doesn't even know you. It wasn't right what he said."
"It's no matter" she shrugged slightly at him. "I've been called worse. I try not to let it bother me. I am German and Germans are seen as the enemy. It's a part of me I cannot hide. It is what it is."
"Yeah, but clearly you're not working for the Nazi's, so you should be treated just the same as any dame…or….uh…girl….I mean woman" he said suddenly getting flustered.
Agent Faust chuckled at him causing him to feel even more ridiculous than what he already did. "How can you be so sure I'm not a spy? Perhaps I'm a double agent" she smirked as she took another puff from her cigarette.
"I'm pretty good at reading people and I don't think you're a spy" Bucky said walking closer to her.
"What makes you so sure?" she titled her head.
"You got this look in your eyes. That you're fighting for something you believe in. You've got passion in your eyes that I can't say I've seen before."
She narrowed her eyes at him as she took another puff from her cigarette. "Is this how you all you Americans flirt or am I just this lucky?"
Bucky laughed at her and smiled. This girl was something else that was for sure. "What makes you think I'm flirting with you?"
"Well you did say I was pretty, but it's also your eyes" she smirked at him. "You have this look. Like you're used to getting what you want. Couple of compliments. Bit of sweet talking and you can just get any girl can't you?"
"Well obviously I need to try harder with you" his eyebrows raised.
She blew out smoke from her mouth as she was about to speak...
"Agent Faust"
Private Barnes quickly stood up straight. "Captain McPherson" he said quickly.
Béatrice turned and saw Alexander standing at the bottom of the steps.
"At ease soldier" Alexander told him quickly before turning his attention to her. "They need you. Time for the weather report."
Bucky noticed the change in her expression. Her face fell and she quickly nodded her head. Weather report? He wondered what that meant. It had to be code for something else.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening Private Barnes. I hope you get some sleep" she said before turning to walk away.
"You know, I never got your first name Agent Faust" he smiled at her.
She looked directly at him and smirked. "I never told you." With that she turned her heel, leaving him dumbfounded. Watching her walked down the steps and walked down the steps towards Captain McPherson, he realized he had never met a dame like her. It was usually easy for him to get the girl's names or something. With her he got nothing. His eyes flicked up to McPherson, who was closely staring at him, as if he was sizing him up for some sort of competition.
"Private Barnes, I suggest you return to your quarters and try to get some sleep" McPherson smirked slightly at him. "You're going to need it." He then turned and began to walk after Agent Faust, leaving Bucky to his thoughts and the strangest interaction with a woman that he had ever had.
"What the hell was that all about?" Alexander exclaimed as he and Béatrice walked through the camp.
"He snuck up on me. He was trying to flirt with me" she said shrugging at him.
"I don't need to punch him do I?" her friend shot back asking.
"Not right now" she smiled shaking her head, laughing. "He's harmless."
Alexander turned slightly and looked behind him. From a distance, he could still see Private Barnes watching him. "You know he's still staring at you. I have to say…I don't like it." He suddenly stopped and began to turn fully around. "You know what. I think I'm going to go back and punch him."
The German grabbed him and rolled her eyes. "Alexander. Stop" Béatrice laughed at him. "I don't need to write Evelyn and explain why her fiancé is in the hospital or confined to quarters, or worse"
Alexander shot her a look and rolled his eyes. "I think Evelyn would be pleased that I was helping a friend in need" the blonde protested. "Not even done with day one and you already have an admirer."
"Du bist verrückt" she huffed at him rolling her eyes.
"And so are you Faust, so are you" Alexander glared at her playfully. "Not only am I going to have to keep you out of trouble, I'm also going to have to keep you from causing the entire division from falling in love with you."
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Tranlsations:
Arzt Erskine, Wie geht es Ihnen?: Doctor Erskine, how are you?
Keine Ursache: You're welcome
Comment allez-vous: How are you?
Très magnifique: Very beautiful
Das schon wieder: This again
Soll ich ihn schlagen?: Want me to hit him?
Nein: No
Du bist verrückt: You are crazy