A/N: Hello faithful readers! So excited to see people are liking the story so far! Friday's will be update day, so I hope you are on the lookout now. Giving you three today, because they string together so well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, or the Avengers.


"Boys," I said softly, waking them up with a gentle shake to the shoulders.

"Morning Elle," Steve smiled as he opened his eyes and stretched. Bucky mumbled into Steve's neck, and I chuckled.

"I made breakfast. Come get it while it's hot, and then we need to split up for the morning. Steve, you need to be back to base to meet with Howard. He's got those designs he wants you to look over. A new uniform," I said, leaning over to kiss Bucky's head, and then Steve's.

"A new uniform?" He asked.

"If your gonna fight a war, you've got to wear a uniform," I quipped, "And you'll thank me for waking you for food first."

"Where are you going?" Bucky mumbled, as I turned from the bed.

"I've already eaten," I said, smiling over my shoulder as I sat down at my vanity, "And now I need to get ready for the day."

Steve got up, dropping a kiss to my shoulder as he passed me, and Bucky lazily got off the bed. He did the same, but stopped to watch me brush my hair out and pin it back for the day in Victory Rolls.

"You're gorgeous," He said softly, making me blush.

"Flatterer," I teased, "Shouldn't you be eating? You need your strength."

"I was hoping you'd sit with us. After last night, it feels wrong that you aren't included in everything," He said plainly.

"Some things I won't be able to be around for. Boys time, certain missions, and I'll be okay. You know that you can have him to yourself for a night, when it's possible, right? I won't be upset."

"Okay," He said, giving me a small smile, before leaning in to kiss me.

"I have to do my make up and get dressed… Go eat with Steve, and steal a kiss or three," I joked. He laughed once and said, "I will."

"I love you," I said, watching his face light up in wonder of my words.

"I… love you too Beth," He said, rocketing forward to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss, as did he, before I pushed him back slightly.

"Go be with Steve Sweetie," I said, and he smirked, before giving me one last kiss in parting.

I finished getting myself ready, changing into my dress uniform and a pair of low heels. And by the time I was ready, the boys had eaten and cleaned up the dishes for me, before running back to change. I called a car for myself, and then calling a taxi for the guys. I would head in first, to be there for my morning meeting with Phillips at 0730 hours, and then Steve and Bucky would be by to sneak into their bunks and pretend they had gone out for breakfast to catch up.

With one last parting kiss for Bucky, I gave Steve a quick peck, since he would be able to kiss me in public. Bucky understood, and if this was how he could have both of us, he was happy to pretend to be the supportive friend around the others.

Steve and Bucky would lock up when their cab came for them, and I got into my car, telling the driver, "Headquarters."

When I arrived, I put my bag into my room quickly, before finding Peggy downstairs in our office.

"Good morning," I smiled softly, setting my coat over the back of my chair.

"Well, it must have been a good night," She teased quietly.

"It was perfect," I said, sighing as I recalled the way the boys drove me wild. Not that I would tell Peggy that.

"Well, let's go get the meeting out of the way and you can find your fella afterwards," She smirked.

It was a standard morning meeting, consisting of what information we had gathered, who the squad would consist of and more paperwork for me. Hooray. It was the one downside to promotions. More paperwork, and less of the fun stuff like blowing up the enemy. You win some, you lose some.

And as Peg and I left the office, I overheard a feminine voice saying, "The women of America owe you their thanks."

"And seeing as how they aren't here…" I heard Private Lorraine say, before Steve said, "Please ma'am. I'm seeing someone."

"You're a hero and heroes deserve to be treated right," She said as we rounded the corner to see her trying to lead Steve by the tie.

"She'll be right-"

I saw red as Private Lorraine had the audacity to kiss Steve against his will. He wouldn't hurt a woman, that's why I knew he wouldn't push her away. And it wouldn't earn me any points with Colonel Phillips if I punched his clerk. So I did the next best thing.

"Private," I barked, watching with glee as she broke the kiss, looking fearful of me.

"If you will stop trying to force your advances on Captain Rogers, you'll have been told that I was about to walk back out of Colonel Phillips office," I said, as Steve straightened his tie.

"I apologize Captain Rogers, Major Stark," She said, even though I could see the ire behind her sincere eyes. What a little actress.

"Captain, please go see Mr. Stark in the lab. He should be there by now," I said, not looking at Steve as Peggy and I stared Lorraine down with hard eyes.

Steve was quick about leaving, and I promised myself I would find him soon and explain I wasn't mad at him.

"Lorraine, you're a smart girl. When a man says he is seeing someone, what does that usually mean?" I asked her, knowing how it felt when people talked down to me. But in this moment, I didn't care. She put her paws on one of my guys, and she was going to know fear, if it was the last thing I did.

"That he is taken, ma'am," She said politely, even with eyes blazing at me.

"So the good Captain said he was taken and you decided that meant nothing?" Peggy said, rounding on the girl.

"No, I only meant to thank him for his bravery-"

"A simple "Thank you," would have sufficed. The next time I hear about you even trying something like that, on someone who does not want it, I will put you on report. It shouldn't be just the men that get punished for unwelcome advances, should it Agent Carter?"

"Absolutely not. Equal rights for women, means accepting we are no more above the law than men," She said, giving Lorraine a little smirk.

"It won't happen again," She said, understanding that we weren't kidding around.

"Good. Back to work," I said, turning to go find Steve.

Peggy put a hand on my shoulder and gave a nod of affirmation as we walked, "She won't be trying that again."

"She better not," I said as we parted and I walked into the lab. Howard finished his spiel about vibranium that I made my presence known.

Steve was just trying out a new shield, when I walked around the bench to face him, "Is he done Howard? I need to have a word with the Captain."

"Almost Lilabit," Howard smirked.

"What do you think?" Steve asked, facing me with the shield, a childish gleam in his eye as he showed off his new toy. I don't know exactly what came over me, but I grabbed a gun from the workbench next to me and fired at the shield that Steve ducked behind. Four rounds left the chamber, I then sighed and said, "Yes, I think that works."

"My office when you're done Captain," I said as I passed him, placing the gun back on a table. The labs techs all came out from behind whatever surface they hid behind when I started firing. A few concerned heads were peering into the lab as I exited, before the scrambled to get back to work as I approached them. As I made it to my office, I sat down, sighing loudly. It was a good five minutes before I heard footsteps approaching.

"Major," Steve said, knocking on the doorframe. I said, "Come in Captain. Close the door behind you."

He did as I asked, and waited, looking like a sad puppy. I wasn't even mad at him, how could I be?

"Elle, that wasn't what it looked like," He said quietly.

"Oh Darling, I know that. She just makes me so mad," I sighed.

"Wait, you aren't upset with me?"

"No, of course not. Steve, I remember those letters, where you would say that women didn't give you a second look before the serum. She was attracted to Captain America, not Steve Rogers," I explained, "But I fell in love with Steve. And I hope he fell in love with me, not Major Stark, or Lady Liberty. God, I could kill Bucky for that nonsense"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. You just described how I felt about all the looks girls would give me after the Serum," He sighed, as I asked him to sit down. I sat myself across his lap and said, "Darling, you were amazing before the serum. You may not think it, but I do."

"But, you like how I look now?" He asked, a little self-conscious.

"Darling, you could grow a beard and I would still like how you looked. Your looks don't matter though, I only want your heart," I said, leaning down to give him a little kiss. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.


The next 6 months saw us on surveillance and taking down the bases, and there was very little time for Steve and I, let alone Bucky. I tried to take shifts with Bucky, to spend some time with him, and help our budding relationship grow. He would steal kisses when no one was looking, from both Steve and I, and I knew this was enough for now. Some nights, Steve would take watch so Bucky and I could spend a little alone time together, or vice versa, or I would. We got reprieves from blowing up Hydra factories, a little excursion in the odd village, and sometimes we could even sneak away from the Commandos for a few hours to find a secluded spot for the three of us.

We had film crews tailing us around Europe, mainly for Army records, but sometimes for the folks back home. 'Lady Liberty' was painted as a hero for women, showing that even a woman can become a great aid in the war, no matter her rank. It sickened me how much they sugar coated.

It was a bright June day when Bucky approached me with an offer.

"Marry Steve," He said, and I had to shake my head in confusion of his sudden proposition, "What?"

"We can't be official," He said softly and I nodded in agreement. The world wasn't ready for what we had.

"But you and Steve can. I would be so happy if you married him Doll," He said, stopping as a soldier passed by where we sat in camp.

"He hasn't asked, silly man."

"But he will. Marry him," He implored.

"I know why you are saying this," I said, noticing the look on his face, "You think you aren't going to make it home."

"And I want you to both to be happy, if I don't," He said, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

"Bucky, we are happy now," I said before taking a quick look around, "With you."

"I know that. But you know that nothing in life is certain, and I want to know that if I go, you'll have a long and happy life without me," He said, as I saw Steve approaching us over his shoulder.

"Major, care to join me for a walk?" Steve asked, and I saw Bucky's encouraging smile to me at the question.

"Of course Captain," I replied, patting Bucky's shoulder. Steve guided me along a little path, where he showed me a break in the trees. There was a little meadow, where he had brought out a blanket and a bit of food for us. He helped me sit down, before joining me on the blanket.

"I think you know what I'm about to say," He said, and I nodded, "Bucky told me his reasoning."

"But, my reasoning," He started, "Is because I love you. And I don't want to keep living in sin with you. You deserve a wedding, one not in a camp, but in a church. But a camp wedding is all I can offer you right now, along with my heart. And Bucky reasons that this way we can still be together, but without it being as bad as two unmarried men being with an unmarried woman."

"He's our lover, though," I teased.

"And he still will be. We want to do right by you. So, I'm asking you, Elizabeth Hermione Stark, will you please marry me, so we can all still be together?" He asked, and I smiled, through my tears.

"Yes, Steven Grant Rogers, I would be honored to be your wife," I said softly. He breathed a sigh of relief, and started fishing around in his pocket. He opened his palm to show a small jewelry box. He opened it, glancing up at me looking so nervous that I had to kiss him first before I looked down. He relaxed a bit, as I gazed at the modest diamonds on a thin silver band, placing a hand over my heart as I admired the ring.

"Your brother said he had a little of the Vibranium left, so he helped design it with me. Said he wanted to front the cost of the metal, but Bucky and I bought the stones. I wanted something bright, to remind you that Bucky and I are with you till the end of the line."

I chocked up, seeing the princess cut diamond in the center, with little diamonds extending half way down the ring on both sides. I held out my hand for him, and he gently slipped it on my ring finger, before kissing my hand.

"Should we go tell the boys?" I smiled.

"Bucky said he would be up in a few minutes, to see if I had chickened out or not," He blushed.

"You could never be a chicken. Wait, no. You brood," I teased.

"I brood?" He said, laughing with me.

"You do! And I love you for it. I love everything about you. Including the dimple on your right cheek," I chuckled.

"Wait, I don't- Oh no."

"Oh yes!"

"On my…"

"Yes, your bottom," I teased, before kissing him, "I think it's cute."

We were still laughing when Bucky came into view. He waved over to us and I motioned for him to come over quickly. He smiled down at Steve and I as he approached and I asked, "Were you followed?"

"No, I think all the guys went down to cool off in the lake," He smiled, before I pulled him down beside me and planted a big, wet one right on his mouth.

"I love it. I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too Beth," He said, cupping my face and giving me another kiss.

"So, when's the wedding?" He teased, and I rolled my eyes, "Give me five more minutes and I might have a plan."

"What about Steve? He should have a plan," He teased our lover. I laughed along with him, and then we started singing The Star Spangled Man With A Plan, because we knew it would rile Steve up.


We married in that meadow, a week after Steve proposed. The Father assigned to our camp performed the ceremony, and Howard had a dress flown in for me, with me not caring about the length or color. He gave me away, happy to send us away on a small honeymoon, but we declined, knowing we couldn't leave Bucky behind. As we were married now, Steve and I shared a tent, not needing to sneak around to find somewhere private. Bucky could sneak in the back of our tent for a quick and quiet romp before he had to bunk with the other guys. For the next six months, we were taking down Hydra cells and rescuing Allied forces trapped in Stalingrad due to a blizzard, and once again, Hydra.

It was a little after the last known Hydra base was destroyed that I felt really off. The Serum shouldn't allow me to get sick, but I was throwing up constantly in the mornings. I went to see a doctor the next time we were in London, who plainly told me what ailed me.

"Pregnant," I whispered, confused. We had been careful, using protection, because we didn't need anyone wondering why our baby looked more like Bucky than Steve. It would not be fun to explain.

"My dear that's wonderful!" Peggy said, "Congratulations."

"I'm… I'm still trying to wrap my head around it," I said, stunned.

"Have you told Steve?" She asked softly.

"No… I think I will tonight. I think I'll make him dinner or something. I'm not sure, I'm a bit frazzled."

"Wait, this means you can't go out into the field," She said, and I nodded.

"They are following this intelligence about Schmidt moving the doctor by train through the mountains in a week or so. It won't be easy," I said, wondering aloud, "Should I wait until after to tell him?"

"No dear, just tell him tonight. He'll be thrilled with the good news," She smiled at me.

"Thanks Peg," I smiled softly at her reassurance. In reality, I was still very worried.

Steve 'brought' Bucky over for dinner, and I was nervous as hell thinking of how to tell them. I kept thinking about dropping it casually, or getting their attention and blurting it out, but as I was dishing myself some food, I asked Bucky, "Can you pass the baby?"

"The what?" He chuckled.

"The butter, sorry," I said, shaking my head. Steve sensed I wasn't all right though, even after receiving the butter, he asked, "Elle, what's wrong?"

"I… I'm pregnant," I said softly, dropping my face into my hands.

"Pregnant?" Steve asked, sounding scared.

"Yes," I sniffled out, before sobbing again.

"Doll, please look at us," Bucky said, putting a hand on my knee. I lowered my hands to see both men smiling at me.

"Why are you happy?" I asked, confused.

"Elle, a baby, that's wonderful," Steve smiled at me, taking a hand to kiss sweetly.

"But I thought we said-"

"I know, but even if the kid comes out with brown hair, we say he got that from your side. Steve and I both have blue eyes, so there isn't anything to worry about," Bucky said, drying my eyes with a napkin.

"So, you are happy?" I repeated, calming myself down.

"Over the moon," Steve said, getting out of his seat to kiss me passionately.

"I was worried for nothing," I sighed. We talked about what to name the baby if it was a boy or a girl, and where we would live after the war. It was a relieving conversation after the scare I had given myself. They knew they would retrieve Zola without me, but knew I would be safer for me to stay at base.


We couldn't help but love on each other that night, the boys whispering to my stomach all the plans they had for building tree forts and days at the beach, and all the stories they would tell at bedtime. We spent a week in the apartment, just enjoying our time together as we waited for their ship out to Austria. And then reality set in a few days later, with Steve and the Commandos leaving for the Alps. Peggy kept me company as we waited for confirmation that they made it onto the train. I was on pins and needles, as a feeling rose up in my gut. I had voiced my concern to the guys before they left and the whole week leading up to, and they reassured me they would come back to me. London was being bombed at the same time as we waited, so transmissions were choppy and sometimes had to be repeated. Jim was the radioman, signaling base that Steve, Bucky and Gabe had made it onto the train.

Suddenly, the shelling stopped above ground, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. And when Jim came back on, his sigh sounded weighted, like something had gone wrong. Like he was mourning.

"Barnes fell off the train, into the ravine," He said, before I shook my head. This wasn't happening.

"He's gone," Jim finished, before I ran to a wastebasket and threw up. I stumbled into my office, crying in anguish, even as Peggy tried to comfort me. I sobbed like a widow in mourning, unable to control myself enough to remember he wasn't my husband. But I loved him as though he was. I cried for all the lost dreams, for all the stories he would never get to tell our child, for how Steve was probably in agony. Just like I was. I winced when I got up, intending to dry my eyes and fix my make up, when I felt wet. I grabbed my midsection as a wave of pain came over me, and I felt the wetness running down my legs.

I blacked out as Peggy caught me.