Things had been quiet for a while, me spending time at the Nurse's tent during my shift and then going to see Howard and help him till dinner time rations. Then I spent time with Bucky until we were expected to head back to our respective tents. I'd chat sometimes with Peggy, at least once per week we'd stop for a spot of tea (rations) together. I'd often get letters from Steve too but it was rather difficult to read them anywhere besides the Nurse's tent. I couldn't really show Bucky the letters because it might give away something about the project we'd been on together, and Bucky still didn't know.

I felt bad keeping them from him but I'd usually find some way of updating him and telling Bucky that his best friend was indeed okay. What worried me was that the more and more Bucky went out on missions the longer and longer the troops took to come back to base. It had been too long since I'd seen him, since I'd seen a lot of the soldier's from the 107th actually and I was worried that meant they'd been captured, but, I had no clearance so there was no word from anyone.

"Haven't seen you with Sergeant Barnes lately," Peggy commented over tea.

"He went out on that last mission and no one has come back yet," I supplied.

"That's really odd actually, I have noticed a shortage of troops, even if when they were here all they did was stare at my arse," Peggy replied, agreeing it was strange we hadn't heard anything. "I'll ask Phillips about it later."

"How are things for you, now there's no project?" I asked.

"I miss Steve," she replied honestly. "Things were much simpler then too."

"I miss him too, if it's any consolation, he's always writing to me to tell me how much he hates his job," I laughed.

"It doesn't surprise me. He signed up to be a soldier and now he's off prancing round the stage in tights," Peggy put her cup down. "Well, I should back to the salt mines," she said after sighing.

"Yeah, I've been doing extra shifts in the nurse's tent after dinner now Bucky's not been around. I keep hoping he'll just come back," I sighed.

"He will," Peggy said. "He loves you too much to die out there."

"I'm not sure shear willpower with stop bullets," I replied sinically. "Although it's a nice thought."

"What?" I snarled at the director who was travelling along with the bimbos and Steve.

"Just put on the uniform and follow the other girls along. It's not hard," he said, thrusting the fabric at me.

"I don't care if it's hard, god damn it, I'm a nurse not a dancing girl," I growled.

"Look we're down a girl and you're the only person not currently working that'll fit into the uniform, now put it on," he ordered, despite not having the authority to.

"This gentleman bothering you, sweetheart?" Howard asked, joining us once he heard the commotion.

"He wants me to put on the uniform and dance," I supplied.

"And you don't want to?" He confirmed and I shook my head. No I bloody well didn't.

"Look, Philips said I could have any nurse I wasn't provided she wasn't currently working," the director explained and I scowled.

"Sorry doll, there's not much else I can do if Philips said so and no one else is available to take your place," Howard replied sympathetically and I huffed out in annoyance, snatching away the uniform and storming off to go change.

I walked out on stage with the other girls and slipped into place, following the steps easily with Jarvis' additional directions as well. He'd been able to download and analyse the video from Stark's database and give me step by step instructions for each move.

"Who's strong and brave, here to save the American Way? Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day? Who will campaign door-to-door for America, carry the flag shore to shore for America, from Hoboken to Spokane, the Star Spangled Man with a Plan!" The girls sang as we dance along with Steve prancing around in front of me.

They'd stuck me in one of the sparkly vests which probably meant despite the lack of motorbike Steve was undoubtably going to have to hold me above his head one way or another. Perhaps coming back in time was a bad idea after all.

"How many of you ready to help me sock old Adolf in the jaw?" Steve asked when we were finished dancing and had put me back firmly on the ground. "Uh, I need a volunteer," he added, after getting no response from the crowd.

"I already volunteered, how do you think I got here?!" One of the soldiers I didn't really recognise called. "Bring back the girls!"

"Uh, I think they only know the one song, but um, let me... I'll, I'll see what I can do," he said awkwardly.

"You do that, sweetheart," the same soldier replied.

"Nice boots, Tinker Bell!" Another man called, causing everyone to laugh.

"Come on, guys, we're all on the same team here," Steve tried to reason, still hating the tights.

"Hey Captain!" A different heckler shouted. "Sign this!" He turned and pulled his pants down, mooning him and people started throwing things at him. I puffed out my chest, huffing and wanting to go out and fight them for being so mean to Steve but I understood why there animosity was there.

"Bring back the girls!" A mother soldier cried and we all had to run on stage while Steve promptly left, having had enough.

"Nice leg's nurse Parker!" A heckler called, still riled up from before and I rolled my eyes, continuing to dance. I wanted to murder someone for this but it was really my fault for time travelling in the first place. Not once but twice.

I had to rush in to the medical tent quickly to supply some extra hands for a brief minute while I was halfway through changing. I was in some trousers and my sparkly vest as blood splattered across my face and arms. Once I was done I rushed over to Philip's tent, I'd heard he was writing condolence letters and I had to find out if this was when Bucky was captured in a Hydra base.

"Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R.." I heard Steve pleading from outside the tent, only to be cut off by Philips.

"I can spell," he said as I stepped round the corner and into the tent. "I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But the name does sound familiar, I'm sorry." Philips replied and my heart lurched.

"What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?" Steve asked but I already knew the answer. There wasn't a way we could do it and history already dictates that Steve pulls it off by himself.

"Yeah! It's called winning the war," Phillips replied rather harshly.

"But if you know where they are, why not at least.." he started. Poor naive Steve.

"They're thirty miles behind the lines. Through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men than we'd save. But I don't expect you to understand that, because you're a chorus girl." Ouch.

"I think I understand just fine," Steve replied holding in his bitterness.

"Well then understand it somewhere else. If I read the posters correctly, you got some place to be in thirty minutes," Philips says and I see Steve glancing at the map in front of Philips. I look over at his and Jarvis chimes in he's taken a photo for me.

"Yes, sir. I do," Steve replied, following Philips out of the tent, Peggy and I trailing behind.

"What do you plan to do, walk to Austria?" Peggy asked, scolding tone as she chases after Steve who is frantically packing stuff.

"If that's what it takes,"

"You heard the Colonel, you're friend is most likely dead," Peggy replied and my heart lurched again.

"He's not dead," I butted in. "And that's not just wishful thinking."

"Even so, he's devising a strategy," Peggy says after they both turned to me, both surprised to see me. As if they hadn't noticed I was there. "If he detects.."

"By the time he's done that it could be too late!" Steve argued, walking over to a jeep. Man Steve was trigger happy. I sighed, knowing he'd be fine on his own but I couldn't actually allow myself to let him do it on his own.

"You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?" Steve asked, looking at her sharply.

"Every word," Peggy confirmed.

"Then you've gotta let me go," Steve replied, climbing into the jeep.

"I can do more than that," she replied and rushed off toward's Howard's tent.

"I'm coming with you," I said in her absence.

"Bonnie," he started and looked at me sympathetically. "I'm going to bring him home, don't worry," he stated. "But there isn't anything you can do out there with me."

"Bonnie, this isn't.." He started, trying to reason with me. I knew fine Bucky would put him in the ground, best friend or not if Steve got me killed. But I wasn't going to die and I wasn't going to let Steve tell me I couldn't go with him. This is what I'd trained for. Actually, I did wonder why Steve trained me to use all those weapons.

"A back alley? You sound just like him," I looked up at him, dark shadows under my eyes, face probably looking sunken in. "Believe it or not, I know what I'd doing. Either you let me come with you or I'm going by myself. Two's better than one after all," I smiled confidently.

"Bonnie.." he sighed. "Fine, come on, let's snag some gear." He shook his head and walked over to one of the costume racks by the stage. He tossed a helmet to me and grabbed one for himself and headed over to where Peggy had gone.

"Wait, Bonnie," Howard stopped me as I moved to get onto the plane.

"You're not going to change my mind Howard," I smiled sadly at him.

"I know," he smiled in response. "Here," he pulled off his leather bomber jacket and slid it over my arms.

"I'm coming back, you know that, right?" I told him, holding one of his hands in my own.

"I know," he replied confidently. "I wouldn't be bring you out here if I didn't think you'd be coming back, doll. I need my best friend."

I leaned up on my toes and kissed his cheek, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hug him one more time before I climbed into the plane.

"And my jacket," he replied as I moved to climb in the door and I scoffed.

Howard and Peggy sat in the front and strapped themselves in while Steve slid a parachute over my shoulders and fastened it around me. We nodded to each other before we sat in our respective seats, readying ourselves for what was to come.

"The Hydra camp is in Krausberg, tucked between these two mountain ranges. It's a factory of some kind," Peggy explained to Steve once we were in the air while I tried not to feel queasy. I wasn't sure if it was nerves or turbulence responsible but I tried to at least look like I was calm.

"We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep," Howard called back from the front.

"Just get me as close as you can," Steve replied. "You know, you two are gonna be in a lot of trouble at the lab. And Bonnie, you're toast."

"And you won't?" Peggy countered while my less than adequate come back was a muttered. "At least toast is warm."

"Where I'm goin', if anybody yells at me I can just shoot 'em," Steve replied and I smiled at that, eyes still close

"They will undoubtedly shoot back," Peggy replied.

"Well, let's hope it's good for somethin'," Steve knocked on his shield.

"You still got that gun, Bonnie?" Howard asked leaning back to look at me and I nodded in conformation.

"Wait, you have a gun?" Steve looked at me shocked.

"Yes," Peggy confirmed for me. "She's pulled it on Howard before. Did you bring it with you?" She asked turning to me.

"Oh no, I'm jumping out a plane, into a war zone, and I just left my firearm in my tent," I responded sarcastically and I received a harsh glare.

After a while of more turbulence, Howard started hitting on Peggy despite knowing if he wasn't flying a plane he was likely to get punched again.

"Agent Carter, if we're not in too much of a hurry I thought we could stop off in Lucerne for a late night fondue," he smiled at her and winked at me. Peggy looked at Steve awkwardly as he checked his gear again.

"Stark is the best civilian pilot I've ever seen. He's mad enough to brave this airspace, we're lucky to have him," she explained, more to justify herself rather.

"So are you two...? Do you...? Fondue?" Steve asked and I tried my hardest not to snort. Peggy thankfully, chose to ignore Steve's awkwardness.

"This is your transponder. Activate it when you're ready and the signal will lead us straight to you," Peggy explained handing him a device.

"Are you sure this thing works?" Steve asked, although I knew it wouldn't matter much.

"It's been tested more than you, pal," Howard called back to us. The plane started getting fired at and I paled. God I was an idiot.

"Get back in here!" Peggy called as Steve opened the door. "We're taking you all the way in!"

"As soon as we're free, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!" Steve ordered, looking directly at her whilst holding onto my parachute straps.

"You can't give me orders!" Peggy replied and I smiled. That a girl.

"The hell I can't, I'm a Captain!" He looked at her and I smiled before screaming because Steve chose that moment to jump out the plane, dragging me with him.