Welcome back! Thank you for the few kind reviews/follows/favourites from the two previous chapters. I know this story has a very different feel from most of the MCU fics, but just stick with it for a bit and I promise you'll start to see the first Cap movie storyline come into play.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains brief mentions of anti-Semitism. (Also, I would like to disclose I am not Jewish myself, and should anyone see any errors in the history section of this fic please let me know! I'm only including things that I have read/researched/learned about in certain classes)

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Chapter III

There have been very few times within her adult years that Lucy Heinrich did not feel in control of her life. Most of her childhood and teenage years was not controlled thanks to her abusive, alcoholic, father and the instability that came with living with him. But since she and her three younger sisters had been adopted by the Lee's the world had been her oyster.

It was quite a shock for her and her sister to leave their tiny, two-room apartment in Queen's after their parents died. They had moved to the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where all the people of extreme wealth were from. When arriving at the Lee's estate, she was shocked that people lived so comfortably during the Depression. The next thing she and her sisters knew was that they were being groomed to fit into high socialite lifestyles. They had attended cocktail parties with Rothschilds, Rockefeller's, Carnegie's, and Ford's. Nothing in life before living with the Lee's had ever given them opportunities to even meet people with such status, let alone converse with them and be apart of their world.

But all the girls had different dreams than the one Mrs. Lee had invented for them. She wanted a rag to riches story for all of them, and deep down Lucy knew she loved them like her own. But they were from different worlds, and it's the reason why only Adeline had continued on with that type of lifestyle, whereas Beatrix became a mother and a teacher, and Lucy became a professor of archaeology.

But things came easily for Lucy after that day when she was seventeen. No one ever said no to her, and everything she ever wished for was at the snap of her fingers. She wasn't a person that necessarily lacked control at any point in her later teenage and early adult life. In fact, almost everything was in her control. That's how it had been for years, and if she was being true to herself, Lucy was used to things going her way.

But, good God things were not going her way at that moment.

Where her young adult life had been easy and without anything trouble, the past few years had been the very opposite. She supposed things could only go her way for so long, and eventually, her luck would run out. She never assumed it would run out quite as much as it did though. She assumed that because she had been so spoiled for so many years, it only made sense now that nothing wouldn't go her way.

But if someone had told a seventeen year old Lucy who had her own suite in an apartment backing onto Central Park and enough house staff to take care of her every need that almost a decade later she would one day be chased in the desert on horseback by a bunch of Nazi's while trying to catch a train, she would have laughed right in their face.

But yet there she was! On top of a small horse, whose body heat radiated into her own and made her so hot she nearly believed she was about to pass out.

The black horse had lathered sweat coating it's neck as it galloped forward, trying to carry Lucy along the best it could. It seemed as though it moved slower in the sand, as though it's fastest wasn't enough and it had to work twice as hard as it usually would.

Lucy turned back and saw Charles was right behind her. Her black garments flew in the wind, and any other circumstance she likely would have admired such an opportunity to ride a horse in the desert. But not when there were Nazi's in a jeep shooting after them.

After she had found Charles, Lucy was able to somehow in the form of a miracle get them out of the square without being recognized. They were cutting it close with the rendezvous point, and both of them knew if they missed it they would have no hope in getting out of Egypt in one piece. Leaving an occupied zone, as it turns out, was increasing complicated and already the British army was risking a lot attempting to extract them.

She and Charles had found two horses and 'borrowed' them. Apparently, the peculiar Englishman had a problem with stealing, even it when it came to escaping from attackers. They had to hurry though, since the extraction team had already begun to leave the rendezvous point.

Lucy knew how important it was to catch up to that train. Not only due to the men in pursuit of them, but also because they would be stuck there. Honestly, neither options of being captured or killed sounded too appealing to her. Lucy managed to pushed her horse harder, attempting to reach their mode of transportation faster.

"Umm, Dr. Heinrich?" Charles yelled, clumsily holding the reins of his horse as it galloped alongside Lucy's. He looked ridiculous as he rode beside her, flailing clumsily and Lucy wondered if he had ever actually ridden a horse properly before that very day. "How are we supposed to catch the train if it's already left?" He yelled above the wind that was echoing in her ear, making it hard to hear but luckily she understood what he was saying.

"We'll improvise!" She yelled back, unsure of how exactly they would do that, especially with the angry German's behind them with assault rifles.

Digging her heels into her horses' side, she urged it to go faster. Managing to get right next to the train, she had to somehow make it three more cars in front of them to get to where they would be taken into safety.

Thankfully, the train was rounding a corner, and she urged her horse on more as Charles somehow appeared beside her.

They both knew what car to get on. The only problem was actually reaching it. The Nazi's somehow were right in their tail, but besides firing the odd shot, they didn't actually aim to kill, which was surprising. Somehow, Lucy realized it was because they wanted them alive. Whether or not it was for the content she had in her messenger bag or another reason, she couldn't be sure, but she didn't want to press her luck.

With the train turning, Lucy and Charles were able to make some progress. Gaining on the car they were aiming for, Lucy could hear her horse's heavy breathing and feel the animal quivering under her. Only a bit longer, she thought, urging it forward and praying they made it. Digging her heels in more into its belly, somehow the animal managed to go faster than it already was. Its nostrils flared and it squealed a little in the process, but the animal listened to her commands anyway.

As they neared the door of the train car, it slid open enough for a soldier in British uniform to peak his head out and yell something to the remaining members in the car.

Lucy's horse went side by side to the train, attempting to keep up. Only urging it a little faster, she dropped the reins enough to grab onto the side handle of the open door and launch herself in. Lucy fell on the wooden floor with a loud thud and groaned in pain as the men immediately engulfed her.

Her stolen horse immediately separated and slowed, falling back with the view. Suddenly, guns were in her face from Allied troops and she put up her hands and yelled "Hey! Hey! Take it easy, fellas! I'm an American!" She yanked off the headdress of the burqa reveal her likely sweaty and dirt covered face.

A man with a well-kept mustache had his eyebrows raise in surprise when he saw her, but continued to frown. Their guns were all still facing her head as she laid on the ground, panting heavily.

Charles rode alongside the train, and men had to yank him in as he screamed from the Nazi's bullet's hitting the side of the metal car. The door yanked shut as soon as Charles was pulled into safety, and Lucy still laid there, her heart pounding so hard she was sure everyone could hear it. Charles groaned, and the mustache man asked sternly in an English accent, "Are you Dr. Heinrich and Charles Tenabum?"

"Yeah," She finally stood up and then yanked the rest of her garments off her body, revealing her clothes she had been wearing prior to disguising herself, "You seem shocked."

"No offense M'am, but we were expecting someone who—,"

"Had a penis? I know, I get that a lot." She shoved the black robes roughly against his chest and watched as his eyes widened at her crassness. He only looked to Charles, who also removed his headdress while still lying on the floor and panting heavily for air, looking like he was greatly in pain.

"Sorry!" He explained, wincing in pain and great discomfort, "She takes great offense to getting confused for a man."

Lucy removed her leather jacket and winced as she tossed it on the floor. "Please, Ma'am, let me—," The mustache man quickly went to aid her but Lucy cut him off harshly.

"It's Doctor," She snapped, "Or Lieutenant, to you." She made sure he knew she outranked him and shot him a look as she undid the buttons of her sleeves and rolled it up so she could see the damage of her arm. Luckily, the bullet had just grazed the bicep, and although it was deep it hadn't hit bone and it didn't look like it needed stitches.

"My apologies, Doctor." He pursed his lips together and passed her a roll of gauze, attempting to say sorry. She said nothing as she grabbed it, well aware of the other soldiers standing against the wall who watched with curiosity. They had probably never seen a woman quite as blunt as her before.

Charles finally sat up and looked at her like she was mad. When he finally came to and stopped panting, he sprang up on his feet to yank off his black clothing. He could only ask one thing, suddenly recognizing all the dangerous events that took place. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Lucy had never seen her assistant so angry before. Usually, the chubby little man was polite and worshiped her every move. However, this moment was different. "Are you mad? Or do you have a death wish, is that it? Do you realize we were just shot at? Because I'm so very sorry Doctor, but I did not sign up for this! I thought I would be doing you know, lab work, and perhaps finishing up some of your reports! I never thought in a million years that this is what it would come to! I want absolutely no part in it and I quit! Honestly, this experience has been awful, and I'm not even getting paid! This is for credit only? It's shite, that's what this is! Absolute shite! And I want no part of it whatsoever! When we get back to wherever the hell we're going to I'm taking the first ship back to London because no amount of class credit is worth this madness!" Charles complained as Lucy sat back and looked at his as though he were a small child having a temper tantrum.

"Are you about done?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"No! And another thing! Why the hell did you not go the direction I went back in the alley? Do you have any idea how frightened I was!? I know you get shot at all the time, but for me, this was my first! I was literally about to soil my britches at one point!"

"Well, in that case, I'm very sorry I couldn't have made your first time more enjoyable," She said smugly and heard a few men chuckling in the back, "Charles, you knew what you were getting into when I took you on! The reason why I did, was because I saw promise in you as an archaeologist! This is part of the job, and you knew it would be dangerous when I told you we were stealing artifacts for the British."

"First of all," Charles held his finger up to stop her "I never knew we were stealing artifacts. Let alone from the Nazis! Have you just completely forgot that we were being actually shot at only moments ago?! Charles complained even more. "Also, where is the archaeology in this? You're a bloody —." Charles stopped himself from saying anything too loud, and then whispered in a hiss, covering the side of his mouth so the soldiers wouldn't hear. Although Lucy was sure they wouldn't care. "Grave robber!"

"So what? I've robbed two or three —" He gave her a pressing look, "Five graves tops!" She rolled her eyes. "But they were from the Nazi's! And they have archaeologists doing excavation protocol. It's not like the context is lost! And you know how careful I am and how I follow procedure when I actually have time to do a dig!"

He stood there with his hands on his hips, looking down at her like a disapproving mother. He glared at her more, continuing with his urging stare. "Okay!" Lucy exclaimed "Seven! I've robbed seven graves!"

"Christ!" He swore and shook his head, "Dr. Heinrich this is madness! This isn't what I signed up for. And during those seven times you robbed the sites the Nazi's were excavating, how many times were you nearly killed?"

Lucy said nothing as she undid her boots as she sat on the wooden floor, allowing her feet which were swollen from the heat to get a little bit of relief. She undid the top few buttons of her olive shirt and slumped back.

"Well?" Charles asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Seven," She sighed, looking down.

"I knew it! I knew it!" He said accusingly, and she could have sworn he was fuming, "This isn't archaeology, it's a suicide mission! And for what!?"

A man quickly got her canteen on water, which she thanked him for, and downed it very quickly. Some of the water droplets trailed down the side of her mouth and she felt as though she couldn't swallow enough of the lukewarm liquid. Charles drank some water as well and was about to start complaining about something more when the mustached sergeant cut him off.

"Sorry to interrupt. I can tell this conversation is of the utmost importance, but Dr. Heinrich, Captain Marsh wishes for you to see him immediately once we reach base," The moustached sergeant said sarcastically "Shall I radio back quickly and say the mission was a success in the meantime?"

"Yes, thank you." She nodded. Although she was cold to most people, she wasn't rude unless she was prompted to be. She was still raised by her mother who taught her to be kind and polite. But on the other hand, she was also raised by Mrs. Lee, who taught her to fight for her spot in the word. As a woman in a career dominated by men, Lucy found she had to act with a sort of demeanor that wouldn't allow her to just be overlooked or cast aside. In other words, Lucy had to act like a man in order to get the respect of them.

Charles looked at her with an eyebrow raised. He sat beside her against the wall of the car train on the floor. The soldiers stuck to their own business, really paying no attention to them. "So it was a success?" He asked her, his curiosity getting the best of him.

A smile tugged at her lips, and she grabbed her messenger bag. His eyes were then drawn to it, and even though he wasn't the bravest of souls Lucy knew he had been the right choice for her assistant. His passion for his field outweighed his fear, and that was what made him stand out more than any of the others that applied. With a cheeky grin and a glimmer in her eye, Lucy answered "It was. Do you want to see it?"

Charles said nothing, only nodding quickly and swallowing a lump forming in his throat. Sweat still was forming in droplets on his forehead, but it wasn't from nervousness. He seemed remarkably calm at that moment, and Lucy reached in her bag to produce the items they had risked their lives for.

The conversation the soldiers were having died down, and they were overcome but curiosity as well. After all, they also risked their lives attempting to get Lucy and Charles and the objects. Clearly, they wanted to understand what all the fuss was about.

Lucy reached in her bag and grabbed two papyrus scrolls. They were fraying at the edges and were so fragile under her touch they felt as though they would turn to sand. The fact that organic material had survived in the archaeological record for nearly two thousand years was remarkable, and clearly, the Egyptians had brilliant preservation techniques.

Lucy gingerly passed them over, and Charles' eyes widened as she carefully unrolled the scrolls. He gasped audibly as he looked at its contents "This is... This isn't just hieroglyphics. It seems to be an early form heretic, as well as cuneiform from Mesopotamia... And is that? Is that Linear A from Crete? Dr. Heinrich, almost five hundred years separates all these forms of writing. And not to mention, all these groups, the Egyptians, Mesopotamians, and Minoans wouldn't have had contact with each other. If they did it would have been rare. And, there's about a three hundred year gap between the fall of Ancient Mesopotamia and the invention of Cretatian hieroglyphics. When do you think this is dated back to?"

Lucy shook her head, "No idea. The scripts all suggest different timelines. None of them add up, and it's almost impossible to know what they all say. We'll have to get it to someone to decipher. But the German's working on it seemed to believe it was instructions."

He frowned, turning towards her and his eyes narrowed. Charles asked suspiciously, "Do I even want to know what it's instructions for?"

Lucy sighed and dug around in her messenger bag more. Grabbed two other items, she set them on the floor of the train. Lucy wasn't sure it was possible for Charles to open his eyes wider. The man's jaw practically hit the floor, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish as he looked completely dumbfounded. "I'm guessing it has something to do with this,"

Charles licked his lips and raised his eyebrow as high as they could go before stuttering, "Is... Is that what I think it is?" He reached out carefully to touch the one object.

The mustached sergeant frowned as he tried to strain his neck to get a good look at the items. All the men were silent as they watched Lucy and Charles interact. A few hushed whispers could be heard, but beyond the constant noise of the train, the car was dead silent. So silent, in fact, you could have heard a pin drop.

"The ritual death mask of a priest of Anubis." She answered and Charles picked it up so carefully he thought it would burn him. In their field, Charles and Lucy have both seen many ritual masks. For mystery cults and other religions alike, there was nothing usually sinister about the masks. Even the regular masks used by the priests who were apart of the Anubis cult weren't quite that evil looking.

This one differed from all of them though. It had darkness around it that the others hadn't. The teeth of the jackal head ran down in sharp points as it had chipped black paint. What was most unsettling was the hieroglyphics on the forehead, showing some kind of script that even Lucy didn't recognize.

Passing it back over to Lucy, Charles looked at the other item in front of them. It was a small canopic jar, not even ten inches tall. Like the mask, it also had the head of Anubis. What was odd about it yet again were the unfamiliar markings and the darkness that surrounded it.

Charles picked it up, spun it around in his hands, and then gave it back to her, saying quickly "Alright, take it back. I don't want it anymore; it's too awful."

Lucy only smirked and tucked them back in her messenger bag carefully, not knowing how they survived all the mayhem that just happened with the high pursuit chase she was involved in. She was proud she managed to snatch them though. Really if she was being honest with herself obtaining them was the easiest part of the mission. She found she was easily ignored as a woman, and she practically walked right into the Nazi dig site without anyone even batting an eyelash. Sometimes, integrated sexism was used to her benefit when it came to wanting to be invisible. However, the only major problem she experienced was trying to escape with the artifacts. That presented a whole new set of issue, which inevitably resulted in the chase that had just happened.

She tried to ignore the scoff of mustache sergeant in the corner. Turning towards him and shooting daggers in his direction, Lucy spoke up. "Sorry Sargent, did you wish to add something?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head, "Not at all Doctor. It's just I find it unusual to risk one's life for such trivial and insignificant objects."

Lucy's blood began to boil. Her entire life she had met men like Mr. Moustache over there who chose to believe what she did was unimportant. Men had looked down on her, believing her career was nothing more than a hobby to keep her busy until some knight in shining armor swept her off her feet and whisked her to some white picket-fenced nightmare. Even men in her own profession refused to treat her seriously, and joining the army had not improved that.

The military men didn't understand what she did, and therefore believed in was insignificant and mundane work. Not to mention, there was slightly a problem with hyper-masculinity that many men in the military had, worsening her already difficult situation.

"Sargent, I'm going to explain this slowly in a way you can understand—," Lucy's tone slowed so she mimicked the way someone spoke to either a child or a simpleton.

"Doctor, I'm not sure what exactly you're getting at, but I can assure you I don't appreciate the condescending tone." The man snapped, interrupting her and wondering what kind of audacity she had to speak to him in such a manner.

"No, Sargent. I don't appreciate the condescending tone. And now if you'd shut it I'll gladly explain why this mission, although 'trivial' and 'insignificant' is important."

Lucy she knew she was a tough pill to swallow. After her parents died, she had to be tough. She had to stay strong for her sisters, and though life was good living with the Lee's it didn't always mean it was easy. Her entire life she had been given trouble for having a German last name. In school, she was often called terrible, derogatory names, and it got so bad that for a while she went by 'Lucy Henderson' in an attempt to sound more American.

Her father was known in their neighborhood for being a drunk, and neither she nor her sisters ever had proper clothes or shoes. Her family was dirt poor, and sometimes didn't even have enough to eat. Although the other kids in her neighborhood were in similar situations, her family was always picked on the most because of who her father was.

When they moved in with the Lee's things got better but only slightly. Many of the staff members looked down on them, as though they were pets that the Lee's kept around to appear like good people. Although Mr. and Mrs. Lee never once made them feel unwelcomed; Lucy often felt as though the life she was living didn't belong to her. People knew they were pretenders, and for many years Lucy knew she didn't fit in with the high social groups of New York. The young men and women were constantly the worst, and she recalled how at her first charity ball she attended with Lee's how they laughed and scoffed at Lucy and her sisters.

Never before did Lucy ever feel so out of place. She overheard how instead of the Lee's throwing a large charity event they should just put them on display instead, and it was then Lucy felt tears well up in her eyes. She recalled how she clenched her fists at their laughter and wished nothing but for the earth the swallow her whole. She also remembered Mr. Lee's kindness, and how he gently placed as a hand on her shoulder and whispered to her not to listen to them.

Mr. Lee was an older, handsome man. He came from old money, his family making a fortune in the steel industry and later automobiles. He had a salt and pepper beard, a kind smile, and twinkling brown eyes. He was much older than Mrs. Lee, but it was obvious the two were very fond of each other, and possibly in love. To Lucy, he was more of a father figure to her than her actual father was. Both the Lee's treated the Heinrich children as their own, and Lucy knew there was no way she could ever repay their kindness.

Mr. Lee had been accustomed to dealing with people like Lucy's harassers his entire life. He told her that only she could determine her value, and what others thought of her didn't matter as long as she knew her worth.

Since that day, Lucy didn't put up with people trying to talk down to her. She had paid to get her spot in the world and damn it all to hell if she was given less respect than anyone else just because she had a pair of tits.

She knew that her role in this war wasn't as important as others. But it still was remarkably significant, and she was doing the best to her ability. Hell, she was risking her life just as much as others! The fact that some refused to recognize that rubbed her the wrong way and left a sour taste in her mouth.

Lucy huffed as she sat up straighter and tried to explain to the sergeant why keeping the Nazi's away from such artifacts was important. Charles watched intently as she licked her lips and began to speak, "I don't expect you to understand the importance of all this," She began. "There are so many reasons why this job is important. This someone's culture and history, and the Germans want to eradicate it. First the Jews, then who next? They have the power to make history what they want, to shape the minds of their people. It's a form of propaganda! And these artifacts... " She grabbed her bag tightly and looked down at the leather, gently touching it, "It's a story that's thousands of years old. And not only that, but Heinrich Himmler and the other Ahnenerbe scum bags in Berlin believe that if they have them, they become the superior race. It's getting easier and easier to create a nationalistic pride and convince people that other's lives are lesser than their own. And not to mention, there are crazies out there to who actually believe these artifacts hold ancient powers."

The man narrowed his eyes and asked carefully "What kind of ancient powers?" His skeptical tone made her think he didn't believe her.

"It's all madness. But there are actually some who believe that these scrolls and masks can exchange the souls of the living with those of the dead. In my debriefing, I saw some theories of what they thought it was used for but none of it made sense. On site I overheard some of the German archaeologists exchanging theories on why the Fuhrer wants it. They think that performing this ritual can be used to exchange one's soul for immortality… There was something else they were discussing too." They had been talking about something known as the Tesseract. Lucy didn't know what it was, but clearly someone wanted it pretty badly. The moment she had access to some books, she would try to find out what it was.

The man looked at her like she had gone around the bend, "They know that is insane, right? There are no such things as the gods and immortality."

She nodded slowly, "You know that and I know that. But the people they're trying to convince won't. Imagine all they could accomplish if people believed that bastard was immortal! The destruction would never stop, and it would only get worse. You see, I'm damage control; I keep things from spiraling out of proportion. Because I truly believe that if they had these, the war would already be lost. People are so easy to convince that they're better than others. The propaganda surrounding these ideas is what's insane. The objects don't have to work, people just have to believe they do."

"What's to keep them from saying that anyway? To just find another artifact and fabricate a history saying it's true?"

Lucy shook her head, "And that is a little outside my pay grade. Better minds than I are in charge of that. My job is just to keep the real artifacts out of the hands of the bad guys."

"So why extract them? Why not just destroy it?" The man asked and the others listened. "And why not just release a counter propaganda o what the Ahnenerbe is saying and convince people otherwise?"

"It's easier said than done. And besides, on the off chance all this mumbo-jumbo magic stuff is real, do you really want to risk it falling into the hands of the worst villain the world has ever seen?"

"But it's not real. It's all fake! There's no way they could possibly make it work."

"You willing to put your money where your mouth is? Because I'm not. And neither is your or The United States' government. Call it superstition or precaution, it doesn't matter. All I have to do is keep them out of the wrong hands. What happens next doesn't matter. I know my missions, and despite your and many other beliefs, there's a lot of power in 'trivial' objects. How do you think it's possible to make an entire nation hate another group of people? Convince them, and it'll happen."

Not a lot of people spoke about the persecution the Jews were facing in Europe. Most governments turned a blind eye, even going as far as refusing refugees who thought to flee.

Those are other people's problems, Lucy overheard many say as the papers spoke of minor hate crimes being committed in the late '30s. The Jews being targeted weren't the Jews that one usually saw. They were from Eastern Europe, in the Pale of Settlement. Orthodox Jews had the "otherness" that people deemed strange. It wasn't until it started happening to people's' neighbors did they realize what was going on. But at that time, there were no reports on a large scale of the camps, and most manners dealing with it were shushed. The people wanted to believe Germans would never commit crimes so horrendous to 'their' Westernized Jews. Only the others who exercised a different way of life.

But Lucy knew all too well. Her life was personally affected by hate that spread through Europe like a raging fire. The fact that people were still denying the massive assault on the Jewish people angered her to no avail. She even recalled as early as 19367 of the fear that struck all those with even an ounce of Jewish blood. We need to leave, she remembered pleading. It's not safe here anymore. Not with that mad man about to take charge.

She had read from the papers of the type of discrimination the Jews were facing. There was even talk of their businesses being destroyed during riots and having to pay for the damages that they took no part in making. Pogrom after pogrom took place, and she even heard of things as ridiculous of Jews getting murdered by Christians believing they were killing their children for blood rituals. It didn't take much for the people of Europe to turn against them. Any rumor really was enough to stir the hate that boiled inside them. As she said, convince someone of something and they won't doubt it. Convince the weak minded that the Jews were bad, and they believe it without question. Thousands of years of scapegoating lead to those very moments.

She knew to live in Europe was dangerous, but her pleas to leave fell on deaf ears. She returned to the States, not thinking for a moment of what horrors would follow. The world went to war, with Germany yet again leading the toxic moral decay. This time, with a new government regime that threatened more than just people's lives, but their very freedoms.

But with it being so early in the war, she could not imagine what terrors would befall upon them. Never in her wildest dreams did she think people could be taught to hate what she had loved so dearly.

Reaching around her neck, Lucy revealed her dog tags. The silver metal shined brightly, but it wasn't what she searched for. Attached to her chains was a small Star of David, which was given to her as a gift prior to her returning back to New York.

Charles has never noticed it before, but he knew for fact she wasn't Jewish and he frowned and wondered where she had got it from. He figured this wasn't one of the other objects she had robbed from a grave and he watched as Lucy held it in her clutch tightly. He suddenly recognized why this job was so important to her. This wasn't just a job for Lucy. This was her life, and the root of her motives was love. But her mission went beyond her love for history, culture, and artifacts. It was for a person.


We are so, so very close to seeing Bucky make his first appearance in this story (the next chapter ;) which I might upload a little later today) as well as seeing just why exactly Lucy is so invested in her work! Thanks again for reading. Also, I know Lucy is slightly unlikeable at this stage, but you definitely warm up to her. It's all part of character development, darlings!

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