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"Steve has gone on ahead of us. From there he, will rendezvous with the Howling Commandos within HYDRA's base," Peggy explained to Evelyn softly.
From London, they had reached HYDRA's last base within the Alps and were awaiting their signal.
"Then a group will go ahead of us, breaking the doors and making us a path."
"Peggy I really don't think I can do this," Evelyn said swallowing a lump of fear. She clutched the M1928A1 Thompson .45, the standard army rifle, tightly against her. Peggy glanced at the smaller woman.
"Evelyn, we have been training for this."
"This is a moving target!"
Peggy looked at Evelyn in confusion.
"Should I be concerned that you're not bothered that you are shooting at living, breathing person?"
"They're bad people," Evelyn argued pouting, putting the butt of the gun to her shoulder, keeping it down.
Peggy smirked at her response.
"We're in," Colonel Phillips radio screeched beside them, "Assault team go!"
"MOVE OUT!"
"Stay close to me, aim chest high and don't get killed," Peggy said marching forward. "Do it for Barnes."
This was all the motivation Evelyn needed. She steeled her emotions, gripped the gun tighter and marched forward with a purpose.
"Keep your spacing," A soldier shouted to her right but Evelyn ignored him.
She dodged to the right of a blue ray of light that came from one of the HYDRA soldiers. Raising the gun, Evelyn breathed in, aimed and pulled the trigger.
It wasn't a perfect shot, landing in the soldiers' stomach rather than the heart she was aiming for, but it did the trick. The HYDRA soldier collapsed with a cry. Evelyn steadied her gun, took aim, and fired again. A path was beginning to form.
They were nearing the base entrance, HYDRA soldiers were retreating slowly.
Dirt, ashes and smoke fogged the scene. Evelyn pushed her way forward. A team went on ahead of her to make sure the path was clear. They waved her on ahead. Peggy was still beside her when they managed to make it into the base. Their numbers has dwindled, they had lost a lot of men.
"This way," Peggy said taking a right. Evelyn followed close behind her with another team of men bringing up the rear. As they turned, they came face a man decked out in black fatigues outline in chrome. Mounted on his arms were two flamethrowers, a product of HYDRA's advance technology. The man was spraying the fire wildly.
Side by side, Peggy and Evelyn raised their guns, taking aim and unleashing a barrage of bullets. The HYDRA soldier didn't stand a chance and erupted in a pit of flames, falling dead. They rushed further into the base. They almost collided with Steve. He looked Evelyn in shock.
"Evelyn, what are you doing here?"
"This is not the time Steve," Evelyn pleaded. Steve nodded once.
"You're late," he addressed Peggy then. She breathed heavily. Whether from the adrenaline, or her enormous crush of Captain America, no one knew. The tension between the two was palpable. Evelyn rolled her eyes.
"Weren't you about too…" Peggy coughed lightly.
"Right," Steve said taking off.
"Just kiss him already," Evelyn muttered softly taking off to follow her friend.
Schmidt was already taking off in an enormous black jet that dominated most of the room. This must have been the, 'Valkyrie.' This was HYDRA's weapon against all who opposed them. Evelyn glanced around the large room. Soldiers from both sides flitted all over the place. Her eyes landed on a black polished coupe. It was too well kept to be an ordinary vehicle. This must have been Schmidt's personal car. Evelyn zig zagged her way to the car, keeping a random pattern to avoid being hit with the multiple gun fire going on around her. She met Colonel Philips and Peggy at the car.
"Looks like it's our lucky day," Phillips said spotting the keys in the ignition.
"Care to go for a spin," Evelyn smirked.
Colonel Phillips hopped into the driver seat, the women squishing in the back. The car purred softly to life and shot off like a speeding bullet when the gas was hit. They raced through the battlefield, barely dodging bodies. The group pulled up beside Steve, who was attempting to chase Schmidt on foot.
"Get in," Colonel Philips shouted. Steve quickly hopped in, the Colonel taking off before he was completely sat down.
Colonel Phillips pushed the car faster, they were slowly catching up the jet. Evelyn's heart dropped when she noticed that the jet had sped up. They were lagging behind now. Colonel Phillips pushed a red button to his right on the dash. The car lurched forward, pushing the passengers back. They were gaining on the jet again. Steve stood up in his seat has they neared the back wheels.
"Keep it steady," Steve ordered.
"Wait," Peggy shouted. He turned to look at her. She grabbed one of the straps of his uniform, pulling him close. They met in a gentle kiss. It was short and sweet, the pair pulling apart after seconds together. Evelyn grinned like a mad woman. It was about damn time.
"Go get him," Peggy smirked. Steve, who looked a little star stuck, glanced down at the Colonel.
"I'm not kissing you," he growled keeping his eyes on the road. Evelyn laughed loudly.
"Go Steve," Evelyn said smiling. He only nodded, glancing at Peggy again. They were right under the jet now. Steve strapped his shield to his back, climbing over the passenger door carefully. One of the back propeller blades nicked his shield. Everyone ducked in cautious fear. Another propeller blade stuck the headlight of the car.
Evelyn held her breath as Steve leaped from the moving car. At the same time, Colonel Phillips turned sharply to the left. The car did a complete one eighty turn, smoke coming from the tires from the breaks being applied. Evelyn looked over her shoulder at the approaching cliff ledge. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest. The car's back wheels dangled off the end, but they were safe. Evelyn turned to look at the retreating jet, praying her friend would put an end to this madness.
"Come on, we need to get to the communication tower inside," Colonel Phillips barked. He shifted the car in gear and they took off back to the HYDRA base. Thank god for front wheel drive.
Bodies were scattered everywhere, most of them being HYDRA.
"This way sir," a nameless soldier ushered the group inside the main building. Evelyn climbed the steps with trepidation. Who knows what could happen to Steve.
Jim Morita of the Howling Commandos had taken residence over the main board.
"Anything," Evelyn asked breathlessly. Jim shook his head. Evelyn sighed leaning against the wall.
It was silent in the room. Peggy and Colonel Phillips stood a few feet away, conversing silently together. Evelyn was on the wall opposite of them. Her left arms was across her chest, her right, playing with a set of dog tags hanging around her neck and one foot propped on the wall behind her.
There was nothing but soft static filling the deafening silence in the room. A buzz sounded. Everyone turned to look at the communication board.
"Come in. This is Captain Rogers," Steve's voice filled the room. Evelyn pushed herself off the wall and rushed over. Peggy looked up in shock. "Do you read me?"
"Captain Rogers, what is…" Jim never finished his sentence before Peggy shoved him out of the way. Evelyn stood beside Peggy, bracing herself on the console.
"Steve, is that you," Peggy asked.
"Are you alright," Evelyn demanded.
"Peggy! Eve! Schmidt's dead," Steve yelled.
"What about the plane," Peggy asked.
It was silent for a few seconds.
"That's a bit tougher to explain," Steve admitted.
"What's going on," Evelyn asked. With his enhanced mind, Steve should have no problem landing the plane.
"Give me your coordinates. We'll find you a safe landing site," Peggy asked typing on the board.
"There's not going to be a safe landing," Steve said.
"What," Evelyn breathed.
"But I can try to force it down," Steve continued.
"I'll get Howard on the line…"
"Steve," Evelyn cut in. "Listen to me very carefully. You need too…"
"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York."
"Steve just listen to me," Evelyn begged.
"Evelyn there isn't time. I got to put her in the water."
"Steve no," Evelyn shouted.
"Please, don't do this," Peggy pleaded desperately. "We have time. We can work it out." Her voice was shaking, close to breaking with tears.
"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die. "
"Steve, please, listen to me," Evelyn argued again.
"Evelyn…Peggy…this is my choice," Steve said. Evelyn could hear the catch in his voice. He was afraid. Tears built up in Evelyn's eyes. She lowered her head. She didn't see Peggy's eyes glossing over with tears. With a sob, Evelyn turned her back to the board and slid down, drawing her knees up tightly to her chest. One arm wrapped around her knees, the other over her head. She shook violently with sobs.
"Evelyn, Bucky would have been proud of you today," Steve said. Evelyn released a loud sob. She had just lost Bucky, now Steve. Evelyn pulled herself in tighter.
"Peggy," Steve addressed.
"I'm here," Peggy breathed softly.
"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance."
Peggy inhaled sharply. "Alright. A week, next Saturday at the Stork Club."
Evelyn heard her voice gently cracking with sorrow.
"You go it."
"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"
"You know, I still don't know how to dance."
Evelyn softly chuckled. The poor guy had two left feet. She sniffed, taking a breath of much need air.
"I'll show you how," Peggy smiled humorlessly through tears of her own. "Just be there."
"We'll have the band play something slow," Steve compromised. "I'd hate to step on your…"
The communication shut off. Static filled the air once again.
"Steve," Peggy asked. Only static answered back. Evelyn's eyes burned with a fresh onslaught of tears.
"Steve," Peggy whispered brokenly into the mic. That was enough for Evelyn. To hear Peggy, a strong sure woman, who Evelyn looked up to and revered greatly, whisper in a high pitched broken plea for her love, shattered something in her chest. It was almost as bad as losing Bucky.
"Steve," Peggy begged again. She was crying softly now. Peggy sniffed and her voice shook. Together, the two women not only mourned a war hero, but they mourned a childhood friend of one and a lover of another.