English is not my mother tongue, so if you find mistakes please tell me.
The Shield and The Ivy
Prologue
The world in front of his eyes is a snowy landscape white and blue, with a thick fog doing fluffy swirling banks from the knees to the head. They are in the inner of a grove. Steve in the front with a whole troop of men behind him. Walking cautiously, there are a lot of lives that he is responsible for. He must use well his capacity -improved by the serum- for keep all of them alive.
In the deep of his heart, there is a hidden part of him which is scared of that.
Before the serum, no one had entrusted to -small and puny- Steve the someone else's life.
He stops and looks over his shoulder at the faces, enveloped by fog, that moves behind him. He makes a hand gesture.
He is the responsible.
His ears are picking. Takes a few more steps and stop. Adjust the grip of the shield. His head twitch. Quickly he looks and pointing towards the tree under which Dum-Dum just had passed, and throw the shield.
From above, hidden among the branches, a body fall to the ground. The shield bounces over their heads and falls into the bushes, that it crosses and in which disappears. Steve will pick it up in a minute, he still has to get the hang of the rebound, meanwhile, he exchanged a look and a gesture with the other commands.
That was the plan, except, that suddenly, he is hearing the bushes moves behind him. He also heard the hiss of vibranium be picked up and set on an arm. There are footsteps, coming.
Steve is already in defensive position, he can hear the rest of the commands prepared their guns too.
Shooting will be the last option. At this time, in this operation, the main purpose is to go undetected and the sound of a gunshot attract attention anywhere for anyone.
Melee will be.
"You are rather far from home, yank man."
For just one second Steve thought that it is Peggy who just talks back to him. But she is not Carter although their accents are the same.
The woman...the girl is tiny, malnourished, but her shoulders and back are fierce and -under a British helmet- her hair is black and so tangled up that can be possible. That hair is so far as could of the images of the painstaking hairstyles and the tight victory rolls that he had seen before, back to home, back to Peggy. He had never seen a girl so disrupted in public...or in private for the case.
She has gorgeous eyes that it's true. Her face is serious and very close to the expressions that he and the rest of Howling Commandos wear, except, that in the left half side of her face there is a crude, raw, large lightning-shaped scar.
She is wearing a worn out dirty fawn jacket and pants. In her hands, there is Steve's shield. She pass a bruised finger along the border. The shield sings for her like a cup of glass for a wet fingertip.
It is the first time Steve meet Ivy.
And he feels, suspiciously, that it is like look to an another soldier.
A few weeks after that, he feels that she is a truthful friend.
At the time of their farewell, his heart is filled.
And when everything ends, he feels sorrow, determination, and hope.
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I'm trying to improve my English (although, really, my weak point is the improvised conversation), so here it is this fic. For now, it's gonna be a short fic, or shorts fics in plural because I'm thinking in a large term...
Of course, I will post here this fic in Castillian, and the two versions in AO3...but it going to wait until the weekend because tomorrow I will have to explain two projects in class and one of them I really really should finish it damn right now...
Procrastination you are a bad friend...