Chapter three

One year later. . .

Agent Wendy Carter stood in front of the 107th eyeing the men in front of her as if she were studying them. She was surprised when Colonel Philips told her, not long after she had arrived that she would be in charge of the 107th. She only just arrived yesterday to find the person in charge under training them. Now all they could do was stare at her especially James Buchannan Barnes.

"Well, are you just going to sit there and stare? You look like a bunch of monkeys," Wendy said scoffing. "Drop and give me twenty."

"I aint about to listen to some woman," said one man. "You don't belong here. You belong in the kitchen."

Glaring, Wendy marched over to him and socked him right in the jaw causing him to fall to the ground, his nose bleeding. She heard someone snort and she looked over to see Bucky trying to control his laughter. She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Something funny, soldier?" Wendy asked.

"No, ma'am, I just think he deserved that punch," Bucky replied and she looked at him in surprise. "Women should be respected, not slandered."

He dropped to the ground and began doing pushups. Soon everyone was following his lead. Wendy stared at Bucky with a smile on her face.

Later that night she was walking back to her tent after dinner when she heard the sound of running feet behind her. Quick like a cat Wendy grabbed him around the throat and slammed him against a tree. When she realized it was just Bucky she relaxed her grip and let go of him.

"Nice reflexes," Bucky said grinning as he massaged his throat.

"Is there a reason why you are sneaking up on me and scaring the daylights out of me, soldier?" Wendy asked.

"No, ma'am, I just wanted to see you back to your tent is all," Bucky stated.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Barnes, but as you can see I am perfectly capable of defending myself and walking to my tent on my own," Wendy replied.

"Oh, I don't doubt that, doll, but I just wanted to talk to you some more besides you looked like you could use the company," Bucky said with a grin and wink.

"Soldier Barnes, are you trying to charm me? I'm not going to have any of that," Wendy said sternly.

"Charm you? Not at all. That would be silly. You're my commanding officer," Bucky replied trying to keep a straight face.

Wendy couldn't hold it anymore, she smiled at him causing his grin to widen.

"I guess it would be alright if you walked with me but just for tonight," Wendy answered. "But no funny business."

"No, ma'm, wouldn't dream of it," Bucky replied with a spring in his step.

As the days and nights grew on their walks had become more frequent. Doll had turned into Babydoll which had caused some trouble at first but Wendy had grown accustomed to it and Soldier had stayed the way it was. During the days they trained hard and gotten better thanks to Wendy. Eventually all the soldiers had to accept her as her commanding officer or else they would hear from Colonel Phillips about it.

Soon the 107th was ready for war and some were not looking forward. Wendy was one of those people. She stood in front of her men as they headed out to fight; wearing combat boots, men's pants, and a green button up shirt. Her hair was plaited down her back while her helmet snapped firmly on her head, her gun slung over her shoulder.

"Are those your brooding and pensive shoulders I see, babydoll?" Bucky asked from behind her.

"Now's not the time for this, soldier," Wendy snapped.

Bucky raised his hands up in the air defensively.

"Hey, I was just looking for someone to talk to," Bucky replied.

Wendy sighed and turned to Bucky.

"I'm a little tense right now because of the upcoming battle," she replied.

"Obviously," Bucky replied. "Are you afraid something will happen to us? That won't happen, you know why?"

"Why?" she asked, slightly afraid of the answer.

"Because you trained us yourself, dollface," Bucky told her.

"You have so much faith in me, Sergeant," Wendy said, teasing him.

"Only because you have so much faith in me," Bucky said winking at her.

Blushing she turned back around to face the front.

"Alright, you can go back to Dumbass over there," Wendy said smirking.

"My, my such foul language for a lady," Bucky said, turning to walk away. "Besides, I believe they call him Dum-Dum."

"Who said I was a lady?" Wendy asked as he walked away and he laughed.

Hours later and gunfire filled the air. Filled with sweat Wendy dropped down next to Bucky in the foxhole, covering herself from the gunfire.

"I swear, when I get out of here I'm going to have sex and lots of it," Wendy said suddenly.

"Um, may I ask with who?" Bucky asked trying not to sound interested but failing miserably at it.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Soldier?" Wendy asked.

"I believe I already do know," Bucky said smirking and suddenly Dum-Dum comes up from behind them.

"It's me, she told me already earlier," Dum-Dum said keeping a straight face on.

"What?" Bucky asked looking at them in confusion and a little bit of hurt.

"We're just messing with you, buddy," Dum-Dum said clapping him on the back and narrowly avoided getting hit.

Wendy leaned down close to him so he could hear.

"Of course it's you, dummy," Wendy told him and he grinned.

"Hey, what's that?" Dum-Dum asked from behind them.

Bucky and Wendy looked at where he was looking at and gaped at the sight. It looked like a tank but none they have never seen before. It looked more futuristic, like something from her time maybe. Bucky and Wendy exchanged confused and frightened looks. It was more than they had bargained for.