Wo wo xD Okay, since I'll be ending this in a few chapters, I wanted to give you all my thanks! Really! If you read the story, I LOVE YOU.
And I should mention I'll be making a... one-shot-tie-in-sequel-prequel-story-thingy. Sounds confusing yeah I know. It'll basically be short stories I couldn't fit into this one (like 107 one armed push ups by Peggy xD) so if you have a request, PM me or review it =3
BUT I won't be making it right after I finish this (or too soon anyway) and the updates will be... slower? One or two per week (I assume to start it somewhere in September maybe October) depending on my time and... material.
The name will be 'Never Forgotten' and it'll be all about the Commandos. About that! No slash please (if you want a request) and I sort of suck at romance (just a warning xD) but everything else is a go.
OKAY enough of that! I um.. don't own anything? except the grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy :D
Ch.37 Night
"…I'm never drinking again…" Jim muttered as he and the others just sat in shock, a blank look on their faces or just shaking their heads.
"I think it was rather adorable," Peggy couldn't stop grinning.
"That's why my face hurts so bad…" Dugan felt his jaw. He was lucky no teeth were knocked out.
"Yes, I am sorry about that… But I honestly doubted you would have stopped otherwise," despite her words, he was smiling as the others nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, right, no sweat… made ya feel better too didn't it?" he smirked as she chuckled.
"Perhaps," she licked her lips and glanced at Steve.
"I hope the Colonel doesn't get into trouble…" Rogers sighed, leaning on the table.
"I think we odda worry about us… The medics will probably have our heads if it happens again," Jones rubbed his face, still in disbelieve at what they were doing.
"Wonder what happened with the others…" Bucky asked halfheartedly, looking above him.
"*They probably got punished… Colonel Twain is no Colonel Phillips,*" Dernier shrugged.
"Hello boys," another voice came as the turned to the entrance.
"Castle, what a surprise," Dugan blinked, seeing the Brit enter.
"I can imagine," he smiled, seeing them still half beat up.
"I just came to see what all the fuss was about last night… You guys were pretty loud," he smirked as they let out groans and calls of 'Don't remind us'
"Well that… must have been interesting to watch," Leo laughed as Peggy and Steve explained what the Commandos were doing during their… game of psychologist.
"And from what I heard, the other guys are much better off than you," it didn't really help, but he felt like he needed to tell them.
"Hey, they had twice the numbers," Dugan threw his arms in the air.
"You had a Super Soldier," Leo coughed, smirking as they glared at him.
"But they didn't get off so easy with Twain… Supposedly he had them sit still, quiet and looking at a wall for about three hours. That, and an earful of what and why it was all wrong."
"Now that makes us feel better," Frenchie grinned.
"Wonder what he said to them," an evil smirk was plastered on Morita's face.
"I'd give my left arm to see and hear that yeah," at that, everyone laughed, until a sound outside got their attention and the joy died down.
"Osborn are you crazy!" was heard from outside as the Howlers shared a look before getting up and stepping outside, Peggy staying with Monty and Leo.
"Out of my way Rhodes!" the one called Osborn hissed, pushing past his friends as the Commandos recognized him as the loud mouth they beat on last night. There was about 8 of them, but they seemed scared and anxious coming around. Well, except the man in front, who was pissed off.
"You!" he pointed a finger at the men who looked in surprise and annoyance.
"What happened last night isn't over! You got lucky!" Osborn gritted his teeth, glaring at every man.
"Look pal, it's over. Get out of here before you cause more trouble," Barnes took a step forward.
"Go jump off a train! We had you won last night!"
"Hey, back off," Dugan stepped forward, growling and glaring at the man who was twice as small as him.
"Osborn!" a strong voice called as everyone turned to face it.
"Colonel Twain," the 7 other soldiers saluted as Osborn frowned.
"I thought we went over this," Twain narrowed his eyes on the loud mouth.
"Not to mention you're off in about half an hour. You should be getting ready," he added, looking at the Howlers with an apologetic look and assurance.
"But sir-" Osborn tried, but Twain glared at him.
"One more word son and I'll make sure you spend the rest of the war shining shoes for every unit of soldiers that came out of the front lines."
It only took a few seconds, as he was in shock, for Osborn to nod and look at the side.
"Now apologizes," Twain's voice was hard and low.
"I'm sorry…" he quickly muttered, eyes on the ground.
"Osborn," it almost sounded like a hiss.
"It's fine sir…" Steve nodded, looking from the loud mouth to the others.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep an eye on him," the Colonel assured, taking Osborn by the arm and almost dragging him away, most of the others quickly behind.
"I'm really sorry about what happened," Rhodes bit his lip as he stayed behind a bit.
"We… we never knew what happened in those camps and… we envied you… a lot," his voice was shaking as he dared not to look them in the eye.
"Like I said, it's fine. Now go, before you get into more trouble," Rogers motioned to the group.
"Right…" taking a deep breath, Rhodes hurried along.
"Hah… not all of 'em are bad?" Gabe nodded.
"Everything alright?" Peggy asked, stepping outside and look at them.
"Yeah, fine," Jim scratched the back of his head.
"Say Steve? You can jump out of a plane without a 'chute right?" Timothy asked as he and the other Howlers ate their lunch, which was sausages and mashed potatoes.
"Don't give him ideas man!" Bucky almost whimpered; mouth half full.
"I don't think I could do that," Cap chuckled, cutting his sausage.
"Hey, you punched Hitler in the face 200 times. I'm sure you can do it," Jim winked as everyone, with the exception of Barnes who was shaking his head, laughed.
"Seriously guys don't give him ideas," the sniper grumbled, drinking his water.
"C'mon Barnes, even he ain't that stupid," Jones smiled, looking at the two Brooklyn boys who were straight faced, as if actually thinking about it.
"La bêtise humaine est sans limite je suppose…" Dernier shrugged as he saw Gabe giving him a look.
"Words of a wise man," Jacques defended himself. He was lucky no one else understood.
"What day is it today?" Monty asked, taking his medicine, which tasted awful.
"I think it's Sunday…" Morita looked thoughtfully before shrugging.
"You know what that means," Dum Dum smirked widely looking at them.
"Oh God no…" Bucky couldn't help the laugh that escaped him.
"Again? Really?" Steve couldn't decide between smiling or crying.
"Karaoke night!" four of the seven Commandos shouted.
"Mon Dieu…" Dernier covered his face with a hand, shook his head, but smile none the less.
"Oh, what a gal, a real pipparoo!" was heard behind them, as Steve and Bucky exited the barrack, the latter almost tripping from laughing so much.
"I'm dying!" Barnes could hardly breathe as he held his stomach, tears escaping his eyes from laughter. Rogers wasn't any better, but at least he wasn't going to fall over.
"But you have to admit," Cap spoke when they calmed down, slowly and unsteadily walking around.
"Jim has a great signing voice," the two looked at each other for a second, before going back into a laughing fit. They ignored the looks of confusion the other soldiers were giving them.
"Kind of reminds me of Paul," James sat down on a few boxes.
"The guy across the street?" the Super Soldier raised an amused eyebrow, sitting next to him.
"Yeah! Ya know, he used to sing the… the – what's it called," the sniper waved his hand in the air.
"Oh right! But I don't remember what the song was," the two chuckled, more at themselves than anyone else.
"Well, looks like those two bailed," Dugan showed mock disappointment.
"We didn't even drink anything," Jones sat on his bed, stretching his arms.
"Dugan's signing scared them off," Morita stuck out his tongue.
"*Maybe they're having a moment?*" Dernier shrugged.
"If they are we should give them some privacy," Dum Dum nodded, face serious.
"Aha…" the three looked at him, blinking and in disbelieve.
"I'm just joking! Let's go spy on 'em!" he grinned as the others shook their heads.
"I remember when we found the dog… A Labrador right?" Bucky looked up, fond of the memory.
"Yeah… my parents wouldn't let us keep at my house," Steve nodded to the time.
"We kept it at my house and brought left overs to him."
"Until they found out."
"Then we got grounded and had to say bye," nostalgia was in the air, until Barnes head something.
"Oh man seriously?" he groaned, shaking his head.
"Buck?" Steve also heard it, but didn't know what it was.
"C'mon out guys! I know you're there," the sniper frowned and glared at the bushes.
"Aw man, you're no fun," Dugan did a face as he and the others came forth.
"Why are you sneaking around? Aren't you supposed to be singing?" Cap asked as they sat down.
"We were, 'till you two decided to bail," Jim gave the two a sharp look.
"Did something happen?" Monty, who was already feeling better, asked.
"No nothing… We just didn't wanna die laughing in there," Bucky chuckled.
"I forget you two are actually just kids," Frenchie bit his lip.
"Oh c'mon! Jim and Gabe ain't that much older," Buck couldn't help smiling.
"Tsk, tsk Herr Barnes. Respect your elders," Gabe shook his head.
At the words, Barnes froze and felt numb, as his vision blurred. He couldn't breathe as the voices went into the background. The others didn't seem to notice as they continued the conversation.
"See? He is special," the last part of Timothy's words, weren't his own – nor was the voice.
"Oh please! You may proceed," again, a different voice cut off the actual conversation.
"How is this possible?" he didn't want to admit it. He was half asleep. It wasn't real.
"This won't hurt a little bit!" he was gone from the camp and back on the table, with Zola's smirking face above his and needles all around.
"Buck?" that brought him back, as it was a faint call, a whisper, and no one ever knew.
"Yeah?" he pretended to be at attention, when he could hardly see or hear anything.
"Do you remember the Wizard of Oz we watched?" Steve didn't seem to notice anything was off.
"Um... Rating? Maybe? Better than before... It was a long time ago. The injection? I remember the flying monkeys. Ready." James didn't know which voices were real anymore as he kept hearing the machine buzzing in the background.
"Ah, well the guys never saw it," a look of concern passed Steve until the topic was changed again.
Translations:
La bêtise humaine est sans limite je suppose… - Human stupidity knows no bounds I suppose...
Mon Dieu… - My God...
Herr - Mr
Well... that turned out better than I thought (I think xD) Had a bit of a block here. No worries, I'm past it. See you next time :D