Darla's heels clacked against the sidewalk as she made her way through the London army offices. She had been granted a longer lunch period by the Colonel, citing something about it being 'Captain's orders', and she was meeting Peggy for lunch. She was dressed smartly in a white dress with an A-line skirt, her pretty short hair waved and held back with a headband. A brand new handbag hung from her arm and stylish new heels were curved on her feet; Bucky's little gifts to his favorite gal.

Darla's knuckles rapped on Peggy's office door and she stepped in, sending a dimpled smile to her friend. "Afternoon, Peg. How's my favorite red-coat?"

"Stressed and irritable." Peggy remarked, huffing. She got up from her desk chair and frowned, walking to Darla and crossing her arms. "I found Captain Rogers snogging the receptionist."

Darla's wrinkled her nose, "Snoggin'? What in the world is that?"

"Kissing, Darla. He was kissing some blonde bimbo!" Peggy hissed, with a clenched jaw.

"I been there…" The copper girl muttered and Peggy frowned deeper, leaving her office. Darla followed her with a hastened step, "I'm sure it was nothin', Peg. Knowin' Stevie, the girl probably kissed him. He only has eyes fa' you."

Peggy rolled her eyes as they rounded a corner, "He accused me of 'fonduing' with Stark."

Darla furrowed her brows, "Who?"

"Never you mind, I just have to check on one thing before we go." The British woman informed her friend as the two of them stopped in the weapons room where Steve was standing with another handsome mustached man. "Quite finished Mr. Stark? I'm sure the Captain has some unfinished business."

"Peggy…" Darla muttered, before raising her voice, "Hey Stevie."

"Stevie?" The dark-haired man, Mr. Stark, smirked to the Captain.

"Howard Stark this is Darla Barnes, Darla this is Howard." Steve introduced the two, before raising his shield with a smile, "Whaddya think?"

Peggy set her jaw and picked up a gun, firing four shots. Darla ducked as the bullets ricocheted off the metal, her eyes closing tight. "Yes, I think it works." The British woman smirked, "Come along Darla."

Darla stood up straight and followed after her friend, sending an apologetic glance to Steve. She caught up with Peggy and grabbed her arm, whipping her around. "Have ya lost ya mind?"

"No, but I'm sure you are going to tell me otherwise." Peggy replied, blandly.

"Ya my friend and all Peg, but Stevie is damn near my brother. And I may not have all that fancy trainin' like you do but I'll knock ya block off if you shoot at my Stevie again." Darla warned in a low voice, her brown eyes narrowed.

Peggy searched Darla's face before nodding, "Understood."

"Good." Darla smiled, letting go of her arm. "Now where do ya wanna eat?"

With that, the animosity was forgotten and the friends had lunch. They joked and talked as they normally did and Peggy graciously picked up the bill for both of them as an apology. Darla comforted her friend and told her that Steve and her would be together in no time, all she needed was a little understanding.

After lunch they went their separate ways; Peggy went back to the offices and Darla went back to the base. Business was continuing as normal, and she changed back into her nurse's uniform, sighing as she parted with her new shoes. She replaced her headband with her white hat and her designer bag with a medicinal pouch. Then, she went back to work.

As Darla was handing out medication to her patients, hands flew over her eyes. "Guess who?" A poorly disguised voice muttered in her ear.

Darla pressed her hands on the person's, "It better be my husband or ya gettin' a syringe in the jugular." She pushed the hands off her eyes and turned around, her dimples quickly showing as she beamed at Bucky. "Hi Jamie." She greeted, childishly.

"Hello dimple." The blue-eyed boy replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. "'M glad ta' see I taught ya well."

"Ya didn't teach me anythin' but being bad." Darla slid her hands around his neck, nuzzling her nose against his.

"'Cause you are bad." Bucky nearly mewled, his hands sliding down to her bum. "I think my stitches need a lookin' at, Nurse Barnes."

Darla bit her lip to contain her smile, "Go into ya tent and I'll be with ya in a minute."

"Promise?" Bucky whispered, leaning closer to her.

"Cross my heart and hope ta' die." The nurse cheekily answered. Her husband pecked her lips and removed his arms from her, making his way to the tent. Darla finished making her rounds and parked the medicine tray at the corner of the medical tent before sneaking to Bucky's private tent. She pulled the flap of the tent back and smiled, seeing Bucky seated on his bed.

"Afternoon Nurse Barnes." Bucky greeted with a smirk, standing up and walking towards her. She met him halfway and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes and pressing her lips to his. Bucky returned the kiss with fervor, gripping her bottom in his hands.

This was typical of Bucky and Darla. Ever since they had been reunited, the two could not keep their hands off each other. They would go at it like rabbits. The other soldiers were sure getting a hoot out of Darla walking from Bucky's tent with her button's mismatched and Bucky leaving that same tent with lipstick all over his face.

"Jamie, I told you not to rip my buttons! This is my last uniform." Darla whined into Bucky's mouth.

"Sorry, sorry." The tall man muttered, pulling back and taking his time to undue every button. He kissed the newly exposed skin and took the white dress off, placing it on his nightstand.

The couple made love as sweetly as they always did, curling into each other like they were a match made in heaven. When they were finished, Darla's hair was sweated out and a fresh coat of sweat covered both of their skin.

Bucky placed a sweet kiss on Darla's forehead and hugged her closer to his chest. She smiled and played with his hand. "Darla, I gotta tell ya somethin'."

Darla frowned, and dropped his hand, placing her chin on his chest and looking up at him. "The last time ya said that ya left me fa' a year."

"I also married ya." Bucky supplied cheekily and his wife rolled her eyes. "Well, Steve's got this thing he wants to do with this group of guys. We'd be, ah, freeing prisoners of war and breaking up HYDRA bases."

Darla sighed and placed her cheek against his chest, "Let me guess; he asked ya to join?"

"...Yeah." Bucky answered and Darla sat up in the bed.

"Jamie," She started, clutching the sheet to her chest, "I just got ya back and ya already leavin' me? If I didn't know any betta' I'd think ya were avoidin' me."

"Darla." The Romani man sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders, "I would never avoid ya, but right now there is a higher call."

"Ya make it sound like ya turnin' into a priest." Darla quipped dryly, "I'm just worried, it's my job as a wife to worry."

"Ya'd have more to worry about if I stayed in the contemporary army. At least this way I'll be with Steve."

Darla bit her lip and looked into Bucky's eyes as he stroked her cheek. "But what if somethin' happens to ya?"

"It won't." Bucky assured her but she shook her head.

"But what if it does?"

"Darla," Bucky started, pulling her close to him, "I promise nothin' will happen."

"Well," The copper woman sighed out, "Someone needs to look after Stevie. At least the two a' ya will be togetha'."

"Exactly and when I get back, I'll buy ya that rowhouse ya want, complete with the three kids." Bucky muttered into her hair and she laughed, "Five years at the most Darla, then I'm all yours."

Darla looked up at Bucky and smiled, "I can't wait." She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, the two of them falling back on the bed and going for another round.

It was silent once more before Darla heard Bucky sigh, she looked up at him curiously and he bit his lip. "There is one more thing…" The wife looked up at her husband expectantly and he looked in her eyes, "Don't get angry, but ya need to go home." Darla was quiet for a moment before shaking her head. "Darla…"

"No." Darla shook her head stubbornly, "James Buchanan Barnes ya must have lost ya mind."

"Darla hear me out," Bucky started but his wife shook her head furiously, sitting up in the bed.

"This is my dream, I've wanted to be a nurse in the army since I was in diapers and ya askin' me to just quit?"

Bucky shook his head and turned to her, reaching out to touch her, "Darla-!"

"Don't touch me, right now!" The copper girl exclaimed, hugging herself. She lowered her voice, "I can't be a homebody, Jamie. I'm not that kind of gal, I thought ya knew that."

"It's not about ya being a homebody. I just think ya would be safer at home in Brooklyn." Bucky informed her with a frown, his blue eyes searching her face. "What if ya got captured and killed? Or worse, held as a prisoner of war. I'm not gonna always be there to save ya!"

Darla's head whipped to him and her mouth dropped, "I don't need ya to save me! Have ya forgotten that you were away for two years and I handled myself just fine without ya!"

"In. Brooklyn." The Romani boy stressed, looking into her eyes, "Not in enemy lines, Darla. Ya don't know what they would do witha' girl like you. Those people are monsters, just look what they did ta' me! I'd die if somethin' happened ta' ya, Darla, and since I can't be with ya every second, you'd be safer in Brooklyn." He took a breath and lowered his voice, authority in his tone, "'m not taking no for an answer."

"Excuse me?" Darla breathed, leaning away from him, "Ya not taking 'no' for an answer?" She got up from the bed and began to dress hastily. Bucky got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her. The nurse just pushed him away and glared, "Ya can't just order me around! I'm ya wife not a soldier, Sergeant." She spat, buttoning her dress.

"That's not what I meant, Darla." Bucky desperately said, running a hand through his hair.

"That sure sounded like what ya meant." Darla snapped, marching away from him. He embraced her tightly from behind and placed his chin on her head.

"I just want ya to be safe." He muttered into her hair, smelling it.

Darla nodded her head, "Ya can't say things like that though, Jamie."

"I know, 'm sorry." Bucky hastily replied, placing a kiss on her shoulder. He placed his lips by her ear, "But I still want ya to go back home."

Darla swallowed and sniffed, emotion beginning to well in her chest. "I don't wanna be alone…" She croaked out, placing her hands over Bucky's. "Everyone is gone in Brooklyn. My parents are dead, Roselyn's married, Steve's here and now you…" She choked, "I can't be by myself."

"It'll only be temporary and I'll come and visit whenever I'm free, even if it's just for an hour." He nuzzled into her neck and swayed her, "I'd never leave ya lonely, Darla."

"I thought marriage meant we'd be together all the time." Darla murmured, turning around and facing Bucky. She wrapped her arms around his middle and put her head on his chest, not wanting him to see her crying. "We've spent less time together married than we did when we weren't."

"I know. I know." Her husband rasped, kissing her hair. "I promise it will get better."

Darla sighed and pressed herself tighter against him, "Okay. I'll go home." She looked up at him and pouted, "But ya have to visit every month."

"Every month." Bucky nodded with a faux serious face.

"And ya gotta dream of me every night." Darla added with narrowed eyes.

"I already do." Her husband retorted and her face broke into a grin. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead wiping her tears with his thumbs. Darla smiled up at him and bit her lip as he began to sway with her.

"Rememba' when ya talked me into goin' to get a pop with ya? And ya accidently kissed me when we were drinkin' a milkshake?"

Bucky chuckled and nodded, his mouth stretching in a smirk, "It wasn't an accident, cookie." He muttered, pecking her nose. "Why'd ya ask?"

"Rememba' that song we sang?" Darla continued, before licking her lips, "Stars, shinin' bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper-!"

"I love you." Bucky croaked jokingly, just how he did when they were younger.

Darla's body shook in a laugh and she crinkled her nose, "Ya sound like a dyin' frog."

"And ya sound like an angel." Bucky cooed, pressing his lips against hers. "We got one more night together, Misses Barnes."

"We'll let's make it count, Serg."