A/N: I am not a doctor by any means, and I don't think google appreciated me searching up WWII medical procedures because it wouldn't show me anything. Haha! Also, as always, Italicized speech represents a character speaking anything but English or a character's internal dialogue.

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"You sure you're okay doing this?" Steve asked from the other side of the tent flaps.

"Well, there's no going back now, is there? We have vague coordinates, but no actual eyes on the factory." Odette reasoned, she straightened up her appearance and made sure all the weapons Stark provided her with were attached to her body before she stepped out into the cold. "This may give us more insight."

"But if it doesn't," Steve instructed, "you come straight back, you hear?"

"Obviously." Odette agreed with a nod.

"We'll walk you about a mile out, and then you're on your own." Steve said, looking Odette up and down. "One word and we'll call it off. Go in guns blazing." A sobering, terrifying thought. "Falsworth would like that." Steve tried joking, Odette cracked him a sympathetic smile.

"Yes, well, so long as we're at the disadvantage, I would rather take the safer route that doesn't require me stitching your bodies back together." Odette argued.

Steve chuckled. "Fair enough." He agreed. "Alright team!" He called to the men, "Let's move out!" Most of the other men, having spent some time together as prisoners, were joking and laughing as they marched along in the snow. Odette didn't know them too well, so she kept to herself. Bucky kept his distance, gun lowered, but ready incase of an ambush or attack. His eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, but always seemed to skip over her. Odette didn't blame him. She had pretty much ignored him since she had accepted Steve's offer to be on the team, and he seemed to avoid her in kind.

Did it hurt? Yes. Had it been an awkward and tense week? Yes. Was it inevitable? Also yes. So Odette pressed herself to get over it. She had a job to do, she wasn't here to make friends. Steve was also quiet on their march. Whether he was deep in thought or focusing on their surroundings, she couldn't tell. But his quiet presence beside her comforted her, especially since the rest of the team was buzzing with anticipation. Whether any of the other men cared or if they were simply distracting themselves from their own anxiety, she couldn't say. Steve made sure to match Odette's pace so as not to rush her. She was thankful for the time she had left with them. For the foreseeable future she would, once again, be undercover. Odette took a deep breath and tried to steal her nerves, and she tried her best to hide her shivers. She wasn't sure if it was the threadbare disguise or the actual winter cold that settled in her bones that made her shiver, but she didn't want them thinking she was scared.

Suddenly, Steve stopped and Odette turned to see the men all staring at her, even Bucky couldn't take his eyes off her. "It's the end of the line." Steve said.

Odette let go of the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and she nodded. "I'll send any news I can."

"Good luck, Doctor." Steve called, the men all nodded in agreement as Odette turned and walked into the belly of the beast.

Odette tucked her hands under her arms, shivering as she looked both ways before crossing a cobblestone street. She pushed open the door to the cafe she'd been regularly attending for the past week in a sleepy little nowhere village.

"Good morning, Mr. Krüger," She greeted as she normally did, and stomped the snow and ice off her boots on the doormat.

"Good morning, Mrs. Vogel." Krüger greeted warmly. He called his wife to come out. "Have you considered my offer?"

Odette laughed softly, "No, no I have not."

Krüger groaned, "But my son will need a wife when he comes home from the front!" but let out a belly laugh as his wife emerged from the kitchen.

"Mrs. Vogel!" His wife cheered. She came around the counter to give her a side hug. Odette returned it in kind. "How are you doing?" She asked, pulling away and commenting on how skinny she was.

"I'm freezing," Odette said, glossing over Mr. Krüger's comment about marriage, "you wouldn't happen to have any fresh coffee, would you?" She asked.

Mr. Krüger nodded. He and his wife prepared her usual drink and snack. As Krüger's wife moved to work in the back, Krüger joined Odette at her normal table by the window. The place was small, almost a converted home, with the first floor being for customers and the second where Mr. and Mrs. Krüger lived. They always had a fire going in the hearth on the far side of the room, and had a few small tables with two or three chairs around them.

"Remind me, how long has your husband been dead?" Odette nearly choked before she remembered that was her cover story. She was a widow, her husband killed on the front line. It meant she could wear all black to conceal any weapons she might carry, and people mostly left her alone to 'mourn'. Mr. Krüger apologized for his insensitivity.

"No, no, you're fine." She reassured him, "Two months," Odette answered. She thanked Krüger's wife as she handed her her coffee and pastry. She sipped the hot beverage, instantly warming up as she settled in to listen to Krüger's latest gossip. Krüger was a man Odette had identified early on in her scouting as a pair of loose lips, had immediately taken Odette's cover, and started treating her like a regular. He reminded her of her cousin Jimmy who owned a restaurant near downtown. Friendly to all who entered, family to strangers, kind to a fault. So, it was easy to get the local gossip from him without arousing suspicion.

He spoke of how one of the families down the street were struggling after their youngest daughter fell ill and their two older sons were away on the front. Odette nodded as he spoke, occasionally making small comments where appropriate, but waiting for her turn to speak. Krüger joked about something and Odette laughed. She honestly wasn't paying attention anymore as people outside stopped what they were doing and Krüger's wife came up to them from the back to investigate the noise. The three stared out the window as a group of three of four HYDRA soldiers started making their way down the street.

"What now?" Krüger grumbled as he stood up and went to his cafe's door.

As part of her act, Odette obliviously asked, "What is it?"

"HYDRA." Krüger snarled, "Defectors."

Finally! This was the break she'd been waiting for. "Where are they coming from?" She asked innocently.

"They took over the military camp about 5 kilometers outside of town." Mrs. Krüger explained, one hand tucked under her chin in worry. Krüger called the soldiers scalpers and he kept an eye on them while they tore through the village. They were pushing and shoving the older men out of their way, harassing and chasing the women, sticking up the young boys of their hard earned cash. It made Odette's stomach curl, but she got the information she needed. She waited an innocent amount of time before she bid the Krügers a good day.

She recalled the direction the HYDRA soldiers had gone after they left earlier, and she nonchalantly strolled by that way. She made sure to stay off the dirt road, but keep it in sight as she wound her way through the trees. Even though her legs felt cold and numb, she moved quickly, knowing she'd have to make it back to the village before sundown. The walk was long, and Odette was on edge the entire time, acutely aware of every noise she was making and how her all black attire had her sticking out in the snow like a sore thumb.

Nearly three and a half miles later, Odette finally saw the HYDRA factory come into view. It was smaller than the one she had worked at, but the fence was taller and thicker, almost as if they were expecting an attack after what had happened. She made a mental note of any visible exits or entrances, what kind of vehicles or tanks she could see, and possible escape routes. She also took a note of the amount of foot soldiers that were patrolling the grounds, how far out they looked, and how far out they patrolled. Satisfied, Odette crept back to the village.

The trek back was much easier as Odette knew what to expect, but she did keep an ear out behind her in case any HYDRA snipers got any ideas. Once the village was in sight, she walked around the edge to inconspicuously slip back into the apartment she was squatting in to wait until nightfall. The place was nice, decent even. It looked like a family of three lived in the apartment before. A couple and their young daughter. Odette only knew it was safe because she'd heard rumors her first day in the village that the people were starting to suspect that perhaps the family that had lived there had really and truly escaped Germany in search of greener pastures. And the thick layer of dust she was careful to disturb very little of seemed to agree. The family looked like they had packed up and left in a haste. It was almost heartbreaking. Odette could almost feel the fear the family had permeating from the walls.

She pulled out her communicator and clicked it on. It hummed for a second before Odette began recording her message, "Five kilometers out from the strip. One main entrance, four transports. Dozen bogies on the ground." She sent the message out and waited. Every second of silence that followed drove her closer to the edge of paranoia.

Then, right as she started to feel sick with worry, Morita's voice came back, "Roger. You are clear to fly home at dusk." Odette flipped off her communicator, letting out a shaky breath. Her job was nearly over. Steve and the men would be finishing the job, and she could have a few hours to fully relax before they would return to camp.

The hours to dusk passed by exhaustingly slow, but that allowed Odette time to think and write. In the short while she had been working with the team, she hadn't had anymore blackouts. She had written down all she could remember about her blackouts in a little journal she had found, and then she wrote about everything else. Part of her knew it was risky to do so, if she ever lost her journal, or if it fell into the wrong hands, their whole operation could be blown. But, Odette paused and flipped to a new page to continue writing. She turned the journal so that the spine was perpendicular to how it should normally be and she began to sketch out all she could remember about the HYDRA factory. She included notes, like what kind of tanks they'd had, the weapons the guards were carrying, and the locations of confirmed entrances and exits.

It was soon getting harder and harder to see, and then, as the stars began to whisper into view, Odette closed the journal, and crept from the apartment into the night air. She made the three mile walk back to camp, where the men cheered as she came into view of their bonfire.

"Good to have you back in one piece, Doc!" Dum Dum called as Steve stood to meet her.

"Doing alright?" He asked.

Odette nodded, "yeah, I'm fine. But I might lay down for a bit." She admitted. She glanced towards the fire at Bucky, but he kept his back to her, staring intently at the fire. Ouch.

"You deserve it." Steve thanked her.

She started to walk away but paused and turned back around to face him, "Oh," she pulled out the journal, opened it to the page with her sketches and notes, and handed it over to Steve, "Some more info, if you wanted it."

"Odette this is," Steve was speechless as he took it in, "invaluable. Thank you."

Odette nodded her appreciation and teasingly asked to be dismissed. She trudged the final few feet to her tent where the men had left a plate of food for her. She smiled, but pushed the plate aside in order to lay down. Outside, she could hear Steve instructing the men on their next moves.

Odette laid in the darkness of her tent, straining her ears to see if she could hear anything going on in the distance. Occasionally she thought she heard gunfire, and she would grip her pistol tighter in anticipation of an ambush. But the forest was silent. Hours passed by like an eternity. If Odette hadn't known better, she could have sworn she heard the constant ticking of a clock. Mocking her. She stayed curled up on her cot, shivering in the cold.

And then, in the distance, a series of muffled explosions rumbled the earth.

Odette darted from her tent, watching the sky light up a brilliant orange as the HYDRA camp exploded over the horizon. She took a breath, the winter wind whipping around her as she stood as still as she possibly could. Since it was their first mission, Odette had no idea what she should do in anticipation for the team's return. So, she went back over to where the men had their bonfire earlier, and she rekindled the flames. If nothing else, they would most likely want to or need to warm up. She pulled a small supplies crate out of the jeep, removed her apron, made sure all her tools were in the pockets, and sat down on the empty crate by the fire, pulling her coat closer around her as she eyed the dark abyss of the forest.

She heard the men before she saw them. They were cheering and laughing, but also yelling and wincing, clearly happy and relieved to be back at camp.

"Doc, we got a couple wounded!" Steve called. Dum Dum and Falsworth were supporting Jones as he hobbled between them, and Bucky was practically dragging Dernier beside him.

"Bring them over here," Odette guided them to her tent where she instructed the abled men to lay the wounded down on the spare cots in the tent. "What've I got?" She asked.

"Jones got nicked in the leg by some debris." Dum Dum started calmly after laying Jones down on his stomach.

"Nicked?!" Jones repeated, propping himself up on his elbows.

"It's okay," Odette gently pressed Jones' shoulder to push him back down in a laying down position and she looked at Bucky expectantly.

"Got too close to an explosive." Bucky said, holding his hands up in front of Dernier to get him to stay put. "I think his ear drums are shattered?"

Odette inspected the dark red spot on Jones' leg where a chunk of what looked like metal was lodged in his calf, "Are his ears bleeding?" she asked as she took out her knife and started to cut at Jones' uniform to better see the wound.

"Uhh," Bucky awkwardly squinted in the dark at Dernier's ears. "A little."

"He may have just damaged them," Odette said as she worked on Jones' leg, "I'll be right there."

"Falsworth, go in that crate there," she instructed, keeping one hand on Jones' back so he wouldn't get up, "grab one of the bottles up top," She nodded to him when he held up a bottle of golden-brown liquid and reached out to it.

"What is it?" He asked, handing it to her.

"Whiskey." Odette answered absentmindedly. "Dum Dum, hold him." She eyed Jones who began to thrash around. Dum Dum did as Odette instructed, eyeing her curiously.

"What? What are you doing back there?" Panic began to rise in Jones' voice.

"Hardly the time for a drink, don't you think?" Falsworth asked, but his question was drowned out by the sound of Jones' screaming when Odette poured the whiskey over the wound. While he was still screaming, Odette dunked her forceps in the remainder of the whiskey and slipped the two ends on either side of the shrapnel. Odette kept up a cool appearance, holding her breath as she removed the debris from his leg. Normally, the shrapnel would be laid aside for study, but Odette tossed it away, quickly working thread through some needle and stitching the wound up after dumping the last of the whiskey around his wound. It was a miracle her hands were steady enough to thread the needle, but Odette chalked it up to years of experience with one back home doing needlework with the ladies from church. Jones thrashed and shook with shock and pain, but Dum Dum and Odette were able to keep him pinned to his cot.

When she finished, she let out the breath she'd been holding. She stood up and looked at Dernier, who was staring at her wide eyed.

"Non, non, je vais bien," Dernier shook his head. Odette wiped her bloodied hands off on her apron as she walked around Jones' cot to get to him. Odette put a knee on the cot beside Dernier and ignored the stares she got as she held his head and peered into his ear. It was hard to see in the dark, but there appeared to be some tissue hanging loose in his ear. She quickly cleaned his ear as gently as she could. Odette pulled back enough to grab a matchbox from her apron. She pulled out a match, lit it and heated up the rounded end of her tweezers.

"Sorry, Dernier. This will hurt." Odette warned him, grabbing his head and gently pressing the heated metal to the loose tissue in his ear. Dernier winced and cried out in shock and pain. He tensed up, but Odette kept a firm grasp on him so he wouldn't flinched away and possibly damage something else. She repeated the process with his other ear before she went back in and cleaned the blood and pus out of his ears. She asked Falsworth to bring her some thick patches of gauze to wrap around Dernier's head.

Once she was done with Jones and Dernier, she stood up straight, wiped her bloodied hands off, and turned to the men who were all watching her wide eyed at the entrance to her tent. "Anyone else?" she asked.

The other men shuffled awkwardly, not speaking up. Steve eventually broke the silence, "I think we'll be fine." He stepped away from the group and handed Odette her journal, he leaned down towards her and Odette instinctively backed away. Steve waved his hand to insist she come back. Once she stepped up to his side he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Maybe separate your notes next time." Odette looked at him quizzically until she realized Steve probably had to rifle through her thoughts and ramblings to get to her notes about the factory. Including her thoughts about...Odette glanced at Bucky who seemed confused at what Steve was doing. Burning up, she bit her lip and nodded quickly. Steve nodded in response and stepped back, "How soon until we can move?" He asked.

Odette swallowed hard, burying her embarrassment, "So long as Jones doesn't tear open his stitches, we can move tomorrow." Odette started undoing her apron. She'd have to make a list of what supplies she'd used in order to replenish her stock, but by now it was well past midnight and she wanted to do nothing more than push the men out of her tent and go to sleep. "He'll probably have to keep off it for a while," Odette warned Steve, "but, he'll be alright to move. Dernier didn't completely shatter his eardrums, just damaged them a little. Next time," she now addressed the whole team, "Make sure you keep your distance from explosions."

Steve chuckled, "Yes, ma'am." The men looked between Steve and Odette and sheepishly nodded in agreement.

Dernier says: "No, no, I'm fine" in case anyone wanted to know.

I'll also announce this at the beginning of the next chapter, but the next 3-5 chapters will diverge from Movie Canon just slightly. I wanted to beef up the story a little and found some Comic Material as well as some background information from the show Agent Carter that I thought would do nicely. Keep in mind, I have little to no access to these materials, so most of what I write will heavily diverge from source material, but it will eventually come back to Movie Canon. A big chunk of time is covered by a simple montage in the movie and I felt that would cause this story to only be a few chapters. I wanted to develop relationships more for the long run. So I would appreciate it if you all continued to read!

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