• Forget Me Not •
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Marvel owns the rights to Captain America: The First Avenger and Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
You will be notified beforehand if a chapter contains any spoilers. The author's note is at the bottom.
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Prologue
Steve had known Bucky for a good part of his life, in a way he was a guardian angel sent from God to protect the little guy who got beat up by the bullies.
He could have took them on though.
That didn't make Steve any less grateful. He was. Meeting Bucky was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. He was the one who helped him get over things like his mother. And in return he did the same for him. Whenever Bucky was afraid, Steve would comfort him.
Sarah Rogers was an amazing woman- helping everyone in any way possible. The woman was a saint always believing in second chances.
Unfortunately, things didn't go well for her, for she had died from Pneumonia whilst Steve was a teenager and Joseph before he had even arrived into the world.
They lived together in a dorm they had rented out just before Bucky had signed up for the war and when they worked as paper boys. The income was just barely enough for them to pay for the rent.
Steve's countless attempts at joining the army failed, landing with a '4 F' stamp every time.
There was no way he was going to give up though, he would keep trying.
Little did he know that the war was going to be the thing connecting them all together- they wouldn't always be together but one could always count on them to understand each other.
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Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitor
Lounging in his room, Steve Rogers held a newspaper loosely in his right hand. His baby blues skimmed the black print as he searched for something interesting to read.
"Steven Grant Rogers?" He didn't even realize anybody had entered the room causing him to jump up in surprise. The voice was soft and sultry and even though it was spoke with the same monotone, it soothed Steve.
"Yes, ma'am," he immediately stood up, wary of the young woman who was stood in his room. She was an average height just a couple of inches shorter than himself, her silky brown hair tied up in a sleek ponytail as she stared at him with dark blue eyes, a slightly bored look glazed into them. Her clothes were strange, they were a plain black full sleeved shirt fitting her lovely hourglass figure and she had a tight pair of denim trousers. What caught Steve's eyes were the dog tags that were around her smooth and slender neck.
"Can I help you?" He asked when he noticed that she was not going to say anything else.
"No. Please continue with your daily activities," she replied, moving to sit down on one the wooden chairs in his room. Her eyes wandered around the room. There were two beds placed in it, not in the best possible condition they could be in. It was quite dull, beige. The paint was peeling of the walls which were covered in propaganda posters and posters of quite a few famous women of the time era she had been sent to.
His hands were by his side, lips parted slightly in confusion in the woman's rude behavior.
"Excuse me, ma'am? You can't be here," he said after a while, his deep voice taking on a more darker tone.
"Why?"
It was like talking to a child. "Because it's my room and I was here first." Great. They were both acting like children, he thought.
"I am aware of the fact," she replied, not moving from the chair.
He fidgeted a bit, looking awkwardly around the room. "Listen, Miss...?"
"Kendall. Blake Kendall." She stuck her hand out for him to shake and he gave her a look before slowly taking her hand in his.
"Miss. Kendall. This is mine and my roommates bedroom, why exactly are you here?" He asked, explaining the situation to her quite clearly.
"I am here to monitor Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes," she answered his question after analysing him, the man's body was frail and weak compared to his voice, though if she had spoken to him via phone, she would have mistook him for someone else.
Monitor Bucky? "Why?"
She stared at him, her gaze piercing into his. "That information is classified." She left out the bit that she herself didn't even know why.
"Are you in the Army?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Yes," she lied smoothily, "Now where is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes?"
"He's not here at the moment but you're welcome to wait here," he said, going back to sit on his bed and picking up the newspaper, never taking his eyes off the woman who was sat there, who was doing the same with him.
"I don't need your permission Mr. Steven Rogers. I would have stayed either way."
He appeared to be shocked at the rudeness in her tone. "Okay then." He shook his head lightly, eyes falling onto his paper as she continued to stare at him.
He didn't know how long they stayed like that but he was thankful when Bucky finally arrived. "Steve! C'mon we're going out!" He yelled,not even having entered the room yet.
"Bucky? There's someone here," he said once he had walked into the room.
"I'm not blind," he smirked at his friend, then at the girl who was sat there quietly observing the pair. He nodded his head slightly in greeting to the girl. "I'll leave now Rogers," he said slyly, giving him a wink before moving towards the door again.
"Bucky. She's here for you," Steve said once Bucky had given him a chance to finally speak.
"Well, this is a change of events." Bucky walked back in the room, bringing his lips towards Steve's ears. "I thought I usually bring the girls." Steve couldn't help but grin at Bucky, then diverted his attention to Blake who was still sat there with a stoic look on her face.
"Hello, Sergeant Barnes," she said, finally standing up to shake his hand. "My name is Blake Kendall. I am here to monitor you."
"Monitor me? And why would I allow such a thing to a happen?" He smirked at her, his gaze lingering on her form before going back to her face.
"You wouldn't but unfortunately for you, you have no choice in the matter," she said, a ghost of a smirk lingering on her full lips.
He chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing at the woman. Bucky was quick to reply, "Yeah, I don't think so." Blake now understood that this job was not going to be simple.
"Sergeant, I really don't want to make this anymore complicated than it already is, so I suggest you co-operate," she paused before adding a quick, "Please."
"Show me your tags," he demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion at her who hesitated, her fingers flying up to touch the tags that were given to her.
"Yes. Okay." She raised the chain from her neck, handing it over to the taller man and watching his expression with a nervous one of her own.
She could only hope it would work.
It did. Even though he handed them back with a stony look on his features, there was a hint of recognition in them as well. He probably recognised the make of them.
"It doesn't matter. You still need to go," he muttered, giving Steve a side glance who was listening to the conversation with interest.
"I can't," she said firmly. Why couldn't he just understand that?
"Stay outside for all I care. I prefer to keep my personal life, personal. Not for other members of the Army to see." And with that he politely gestured for her to leave.
"Mr. Barnes..."
"Please, Miss. Kendall, you're trying my patience at the moment and I'm not a very patient man to begin with," he sighed, his fingers moving to pinch the bridge of his nose.
She opened her mouth to say something then thought the better of it and immediately shut it before opening it again, "As you wish. Goodbye Mr. Steven Rogers."
"Steve, ma'am," he said warily, looking back and forth from Bucky to Miss. Kendall.
This time she did smirk. "See you soon, Steven."
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