Note: Let's just say I'm not good at writing, Semi-Smut.

Wanda's POV

It was morning already and today is the day I will apply to be an Army soldier. I do my morning routine, except I dress into men's clothing. I'm making breakfast for everyone. I may not be happy, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be a bitch about it. I decided it's going to be a day of celebration, so I make some pancakes. I hear a door open and footsteps coming to the kitchen, it was James.

"Fuck, you scared me again," he sat down, and there was an awkward silence. I hear him get up and walk up to me, I'm just going to pretended I didn't hear him. It didn't last long because he got my hips and turned me around and hugged me. "I won't stop you, you can make your own decisions. And I will never sleep with another woman, but you. Even if I haven't slept with you yet," I couldn't help but give a little light laugh. "but let me tell you something. I want to be there when you apply, Okay," he says and kisses me with passion. It went on for a while, until we needed to breath. He looked at me and said, "Never thought I would ever kiss a dude," he said and kissed me again. Yeah, sure, Sebastian Stan, keep thinking that.

"How many times do I have to catch you guys kissing for you to get the point that I also live here?" Steve said, sleepy. I step away from James and continue to make the pancakes.

I remembered something, "hey Steve do you have any shoes I can borrow?" I ask.

"So I guess you still want to join the Army," I give him a face. "Yes, I do have some shoes and I am more than willing to let you have them, too. And that I will also be joining the Army," he announces. I know how much Steve wanted to join, ever since his father died in World War One in the 107th Infantry Regiment. I've always known he wanted to join, but I also knew his health condition wouldn't allow him, but that doesn't mean you should give up.

"And I support you all the way, Steve," I tell him. "Unlike someone we know, I wouldn't become someone else's best friend."

"Haha, very funny, Wanda," James sarcastically laughs.

"Well, the pancakes are done… Let's eat." We ate in silence and once we were finished we got everything ready and headed to the center.

During the walk there I worked on my masculine voice. "Okay, how about this… Yes, I would like to join the Army, sir," I say is masculine as I can. They gave a squeamish face. "Okay, what's wrong with it?" I ask.

"You're doing it to deep, use your normal voice just a little bit deeper," James advises.

"Like this," I say with a masculine voice.

"Yeah, like that, that's perfect," Steve says with a smile. Well that's good I finally got it because we're here. Steve and I got the applications and filled everything out, while James waited with us.

"Now all you have to do is wait with the rest for a doctor to check you," once he said that, I screamed internally in my head. This is going to fucking suck; I didn't think I was going to be threatening anybody anytime soon. Both James and Steve looked at me in pity, fucking assholes.

"They going to catch you and put you in jail. Let's just go," said James. But I opposed.

"No, I will join. I have a plan anyways," I say confidently. James and Steve didn't believe me, I could see it in their face, but I'll show them. It took about thirty minutes for Steve and I to be called into different doctors.

"Good Luck," James said. I made a peace sign.

"Hello my name is Dr. Schumer, good to meet you Wade Wilson," I forget to tell you my make up name is Wade, brilliant, huh.

"Good to meet you too Doctor," I say.

"I need you to take off your shirt and see what is we are working with," he instructs.

Now it's time to put my plan into action. "That's going to be a problem," I pull out a gun from god knows where and point it at his head. He was about to scream, but I cover his mouth. "I'm going to tell you this only once, if you scream, I kill you. All you need to do is do what I say. You will do my physical and you will have it approved, do you understand me," I feel him nod so I let him go. He lets out a breath and just looks at me scared. I glare at him, telling him with my eyes for him to do his fucking job.

He finally finishes my physical and got my application approved. "See, was that so hard?" I say walking out of the office. I see James and Steve sitting down waiting for me and speaking together. "So, how did it go guys?" I ask them. They looked up at me and Steve seemed sad. Why?

"Steve wasn't approved," James said. What can I say; I knew that was going to happen.

"It going to be okay. Do you want me to go talk to them, Steve? I can persuade them, trust me," and by persuade, in mean threaten.

"I'm okay, I just wont ever give up. So Wanda, did you get approved?" both Steve and James were now looking at me.

I nod and show them the application." You guys are looking at a US Army Soldier. Told you I had a plan," I say, not trying to sound happy for Steve's sake.

"But how? What did you do?" James takes my application to make sure.

"Well, I can see how much faith you have in me," I sign. I don't want to tell them, so I just block the question.

"I cannot believe my two best friends are leaving me to fight a war and I'm staying here doing nothing to help," I know Steve is sad, but he shouldn't make me feel bad about it. I was going to hug him, but he blocks me and heads home. I look at James and he sees what I feel, sadness.

"Don't worry about it, babe. He will get over it and accept, it's going to be okay," I nod and head home with James.

Arriving home, we see Steve waiting for us. He looks up and speaks, "I'm sorry, I didn't know how to react, I just really wanted to join and now I can't, I have to wait another three months. I'm sorry for making you feel bad, but it's okay, I'll get through it, I won't give up." I hug him, feeling happy he was talking to us.

It was until three days later I got mail saying that I will be leaving two weeks from now to a base in Wisconsin, the same as James. I know Steve was sad to hear the news, but congratulated me anyways. I thought of a plan during those two weeks, I will not leave in sadness, I will make sure Steve has the best memories in these two weeks with me and James.

We didn't do anything to extreme that may cause more stress on Steve's health, but it was fun either way. Both James and I have two days before we leave. Steve told us to be together since we won't have time during training, so we accepted.

We went to dinner and we were having a romantic walk on the park. "You're so beautiful, Wanda," James says. I look up at him and smile. He was such a stud. I grab his neck to pull him down to kiss him. The kiss was sweet, like usual, but for some reason it had more passion than usual. I feel him grab my hair and back to pull me closer, and for some reason that made my stomach turn, but in a good way. He keeps kissing me until I feel him start going down my neck, out of nowhere I couldn't help, but let out a moan. Shit, that sounded weird, hope he didn't hear me. With my luck, of course he heard. He looked up at me with lust filled eyes, where my eyes like that too, I think they where.

"Let's get out of here," he says and I nob, not knowing where he was taking us. We were walking for a while until he stopped at hotel, an expensive looking hotel. I look at him and he looks at me, he smiles and drags me inside. We go to the front counter and James pays for two nights, which cost almost 300 dollars. Where the fuck did he get that money from?

"James, where did you get that money from?" I ask.

"I've been saving it for this very moment," he says trying to be romantic. James had a silly grin while taking us to our room. I don't think he understands that it made me sound like a prostitute.

"Do I look like an expensive prostitute to you?" Once that joke came out he looked like if he just offended me. "I'm playing, James. But I wonder why you wanted to do it in a very expensive hotel. I wouldn't mind our house or a cheaper place," I say.

"Oh come one Wanda, you actually deserve something much bigger, don't make me feel bad about it," he says. I just smile and peck his lips as an okay. He finally takes us to our room. It was nice, very nice.

"I'm going to take a shower, okay," I say. I was on my way to the shower, but James stopped me. I turn to look up at him.

"Can I join you?" he suggests. As nervous as I am at the moments, I nod and lead him to the bathroom. It was just a white tub in a very spacious room. Now here comes the hard part, we need to get out of our clothes. I look up at him, my face is more than likely more than fifty shades of red, but his is too. He gets closer and starts pulling my clothes off. I guess he thought it would be less embarrassing to just take my clothes off and then I take his clothes off, I can work with that.

He starts unbuttoning my dress, and with one swift it was gone. I was left in my underwear, bra and heels. He pushes me lightly to sit on the edge of the tub. He kneels down, caresses my thigh all the way down to my feet to take off my heels. James then grabbed my bra and took it off, slowly, and starts touching my breast. It was a weird sensation, something I didn't suspect, and I couldn't help, but give a little moan. I was so into the feeling, I didn't notice he was grabbing the edge of my underwear with one hand and pulling them off my body. I open my eyes to look at him, just to see him already looking at me. "You look so beautiful," I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him.

It's now my turn to undress him. I get up from my sitting position and tell James to stand up too. I can tell he was having a hard time concentrating on what I was saying because his eyes were only on my body. I grab his chin and make him stand up; when his finally up I grab the seam of his shirt and take it off. You know those moments when the guy takes of his shirt and you see how defined his abs are, well this was not one of those moments. James was perfect; actually he was better than that. He wasn't filled with muscle or fat it was just perfection. I couldn't help but touch with my fingertips. I'm start getting nervous now. Maybe me undressing him from down under wasn't a great idea. I just couldn't do the rest. James seemed to notice my nervousness and did it for me. He unzipped his pants and with boxers he pulled them down.

I looked up at him with wide eyes; many thoughts went into my head. I cannot believe that was going to be inside me, I am going to be torn apart. "Is there something wrong?" he asks concerned. I shake my head no, "then what is it?" he asked, that was until he knew why. "It going to be okay, I promise," I know he means well, but I really just wanted to tell him, if he would want that to be in him. He gives me a light kiss on my head and goes to fill up the tub.

I waited to be instructed on what to do. I was like a student and he was my teacher. That sounds like an erotic novel. I've never been with anybody before, so I'm a fucking nervous wreck right now, but I know his been with many women so I'll just do as he says for now. Once the water filled up he got in and sat down, spreading his legs for me to seat between them, so I comply.

We didn't do anything but feel each others skin and wash each other, I guess to get use to each other before it gets really intimate.

Once we were finished, we wrapped ourselves in the provided robes and went to the bedroom, and everything just started falling into place after that.

Author's Note: Published this too early, but had to because I'm leaving in a few hours.