You had always wanted to go to London. Mostly because of your Harry Potter obsession, which you had been told on more than one occasion was insane. You politely told them to Fuck Off. You were set up in a hotel, then taken to the SSR headquarters. For being underground, it was quite big. You were led to a table with a giant map on it, and Steve was marking out Hydra bases, the ones he had seen on the wall when he rescued Bucky.

"These are the weapons factories we know about." Steve told them. "Sergeant Barnes said that Hydra shipped all the parts to another facility that isn't on this map."

Phillips turned to them, speaking to Peggy. "Agent Carter, confer with MI6, I want every Allied eyeball looking for that main Hydra base." You knew where it was, you just couldn't remember.

Come on Ally, where is it? You know this.

"What about us?" Peggy asked. "We are going to set a fire under Johan Schmidt's ass. What do you say Rogers, it's your map, think you can wipe Hydra off it?" Phillips asked.

"Yes sir, I'll need a team."

Bingo, you remembered.

"It's in the Alps." You called out. The three of them turned to you. "What is?" Peggy asked. "The main base. It's in the Alps, at least five hundred feet below the surface in the mountains." You told them. Phillips smirked at you. "Montgomery, you'll be on Rogers' team."

You knew you'd be going on missions. You didn't think it would be this soon. You closed your eyes. They were sending you because you were a good fighter, you could protect people, heal them. You just prayed that nothing bad would happen.

You were also not ready to go to the pub. Bucky had caught you when you got back to the hotel, and invited you out with the rest of the team, apologizing for thinking you shouldn't be in the field. You told him it was okay, you weren't upset with him, causing him to flash you a gorgeous smile. You shouldn't have said yes, but it was really hard to say no to his face. You ran out into the hallway and banged on Peggy's door. She flung it open and was about to tell you off for banging on it until she saw your face.

"Allison what's wrong?"

You probably looked like a wet dog, having just gotten out of the shower. "I don't have anything to wear Peggy." You choked out. She laughed and pulled you into her room. She picked out a gorgeous blue dress for you to wear, with some black pumps. She did your makeup for you, giving you plump red lips.

"I wish I could do something about my hair." You told her, running your fingers through your purple locks. She smiled and told you to hold on, rummaging through a suitcase. She came back moments later with a brown wig, pulling your hair up in it, securing it to your head. You looked like a completely different person. You almost cried. You hadn't looked this good in years. There really wasn't much to get dressed up for back home.

"Peggy, I don't know how to thank you for this.' You said as the two of you approached the pub. You stopped just before the door, hesitant to go in. "What's wrong?" Peggy asked. You shook your head. "I shouldn't be doing this. Getting close to anyone." You told her.

"Anyone in particular? Or just Sergeant Barnes?"

You whipped you head around to look at her and she was smirking. "Oh, come on Allison, you don't think I haven't noticed the looks you give him when he isn't looking? Or the looks he gives you? Just go in there and dance with the man." She said, pushing you through the door.

You took a deep breath and looked around, spotting Bucky and Steve at the bar, Bucky having his back towards you. Steve noticed you first, and tapped Bucky on the shoulder, pointing to you. Bucky turned around and just stared at you. You waved and made your way over to the soldiers. Bucky still hadn't said anything, so Steve smacked him on the shoulder, which seemed to make him come back to reality. It made you smile.

"Wow Allison, you look amazing." Bucky told you. He was dressed in his uniform and you were swooning, you knew you were. "Thank you, Bucky." You told him. Steve moved from around him, pointing to your head. "What did you do with your hair?" He asked. You ran a hair through your fake brown curls. "Oh, Peggy gave me a wig. I figured the purple hair might raise too many questions." Steve smiled and nodded, taking the drinks that were ready for him, leaving you alone with Bucky.

"So, are you ready for that dance doll?" He asked you. You looked over to the space where couples were moving around. "Oh, it's been so long since I've danced, I'm rusty." You told him. "I'm sure you'll do fine." He said, standing from his stool and holding his hand out to you. He led you out onto the floor. He placed one hand on your lower back, taking you other in his. You put your free hand on his shoulder. You remembered how to do this. Just like riding a bike.

Except it's never been with someone this hot before. You'd rather ride him. Oh my god. Shut up.

"Ready?" He asked. You nodded and started moving, thanking God that the song was a slower one. The two of you moved together so gracefully, and really you thought he was the best partner you'd ever had. He spun you out, then back to his chest, and you could feel his breath on your neck, making you shiver. He held you close to him, his hand starting to rub circles on your back. His touch was making you hazy. It was intoxicating. This was crazy.

You shouldn't be feeling this way about him. For one, in your world he wasn't even real, and for two, you knew what was going to happen to him. What were you supposed to do, save him? No, he had to become the Winter Soldier because Steve needed him later. Would you be able to save him when he wasn't in his right mind? You didn't know. The amount of damage they would do to him was insane, she didn't want to make it any worse.

"You okay doll?" He whispered. "Mhh hmm." Was all you could get out. The song ended and a faster one came on, much faster. Bucky pulled back and smiled at you. "Do you know how to dance like this?" You looked around and smiled. Of course, you did. It was one of your favorite styles. Swing. You looked back at Bucky and nodded, taking his hand as he spun you.

Even though you thought you were pretty rusty, you kept up the pace with Bucky. Before you knew it, he was spinning you and flipping you over his arms, both of you laughing, more than you had laughed in years. When the song ended, he dipped you, flashing you that damned smile.

You both walked outside, after saying goodbye to Steve and the commandos, and Bucky held out his arm for you to take, which you did.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" He asked. You smiled and looked ahead of you. "Before the war in my world, I owned a dance studio. I taught all kinds of people, toddlers, kids, teens, adults. We did every kind of dance, including swing. When the government started getting stricter on the metahumans, I had to close the studio, there weren't enough people coming to classes." You felt Bucky squeeze your hand.

"I'm sorry doll. It sounds like your world isn't that far off from what's happening here." You nodded, trying to remember the last time she had this much fun. It was probably a couple of years ago, after way too many shots of tequila and karaoke.

You got back to the hotel, and Bucky walked you up to your room. You turned to him and smiled. "I had a lot of fun tonight Bucky, thank you." He smiled back at you, and you were relieved you were leaning against the wall. He really needed to stop looking at you like that.

"You're welcome. So did I. Also, I like your real hair better." You chuckled, and carefully pulled the wig off, shaking your purple hair out. Bucky took a strand and wound it around his finger. "Much better." He whispered. You realized just how close he was to your face and you took a breath in. His lips hovered over yours. "Is this okay?" He asked you. Everything in your brain was telling you to say no, to stop him. Because you knew where this was headed. You knew you would fall head over heels in love with Bucky Barnes and then you would lose him. That didn't stop you. You nodded and his lips connected with yours, and you were done for. His hand went behind your neck, his other around your waist. Both your hands were tangled in his jacket, holding on for dear life.

He pulled away after a minute or so, resting his head on yours. "Wow." He said. "Yeah." He gave you one more soft kiss, before letting you into your room. You shut the door behind you, closed your eyes and giggled. You actually giggled.

Fuck.