Kat was relieved to see Steve's demeanor improve faster than she could have imagined, though, judging by Bucky's dropping her off at her tent instead of leading her back to his, there was probably a reason for it. She found with surprise that the spring in Steve's step really did do nothing but comfort her. She'd been fairly certain she'd be okay with it, but- hell, she was kind of happy about it. Huh.

Bucky felt better than he had in a long time. The risk was high, of course it was, but he found that that didn't care. The war even mattered less. Between Steve and Kat, he finally felt something close to whole. Something like his old self.

A few weeks later (a few weeks of skirmishes in war and surprising contentment in camp) and another small village was visitable, near the edge of France. Dernier's rapid-fire French seemed to be getting even more rapid-fire the closer they got to France. Kat knew he was homesick. She chatted with him as best as possible, with her bad French and his stilted English. It was him Steve found her with - both of them in the medical tent, Kat disinfecting bandages, Dernier folding them. It was obvious that Kat had roped him into it, but the man was doing a good enough job. Kat looked up as Steve approached, and smiled, pulling her hands out of the bin and drying them off on a nearby towel. "Hey, Rogers. I lost track of time, didn't I?"

"Just a little," Steve smiled, and Dernier took his opportunity to stop folding bandages and said a quick "Au revoir," and was gone. Both Kat and Steve watched him go. Kat looked back at Steve.

"Just let me wash the bleach off my hands and then we can go. Bucky meeting us here or is he idling the jeep?"

"Jeep," he said, nodding. "One stalled out the other night, he wanted to take a look over the one we're driving to make sure we don't get stuck halfway between here and town."

She grimaced at the thought of being stuck in the middle of the woods at night, nodding in agreement and quickly heading off into the corner to rinse her hands with the pitcher of water. Bleach-hands weren't exactly comfortable. "Good on him," she said over her shoulder, pouring the cold water over her hands into a little bucket and then shaking the water off and drying her hands on her apron, before reaching behind her to untie it and duck out of it. "Okay, I'm just about ready. The uniform will have to do for tonight," she chuckled, quickly hanging up her apron and turning around to join Steve. "Let's not keep him waiting, hm?"

He offered her his arm. "I don't know. He usually enjoys being covered in grease. Something about attracting the fairer sex," he chuckled.

She snorted a little, taking his arm. "Well, it works. He can stop trying so hard," she said as they stepped out of the medical tent, making the turn towards where they'd parked the jeeps.

"I've never noticed him trying, so much as succeeding," he admitted playfully. They walked through the darkening camp, passing a few men running for the jeeps, laughing, racing each other.

She watched after the laughing men, and shared a wry glance with Steve. "You'd think we weren't in a war zone."

"Sometimes it's good to forget we are," he pointed out. "May as well stay as young as we can."

Her answering smile was a little sad. Then they were upon the jeeps, and she could see Bucky ahead, shutting the hood of the jeep in his undershirt, and she didn't bother averting her eyes from the muscles in his shoulders. Debbie knew they were sleeping together, and she was sure most of the camp knew that she and Bucky were sweet on each other, even if they didn't know the rest. "Hey, soldier," she grinned as she and Steve walked up.

He looked up, a smudge of grease on the crest of his ear, where he'd pushed his hair back. "Hi," he said, grinning as he reached for his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up. "Ready to go, slow-pokes?"

"I'll take the blame for that one, but yeah, we're ready," Kat chuckled, and Steve helped her up into the jeep.

Bucky walked around to climb into the driver's seat, starting the car up as Steve got in as well. "Well then. Off we go."

They arrived at the local bar as the sun was getting lower in the sky. Kat hopped out first, eager to get her hands on a pint of beer and start having fun. She'd patched up several lucky grazes from bullets this week. Three boys she knew whose lives had nearly been snuffed out. Beer was necessary sometimes.

Steve followed, Bucky on their heels, tossing Cap the keys. One of the benefits of him never getting drunk: a ready-made sober driver. They caught up to Kat quickly, longer legs making it easy to flank her, like a set of oddly matched bodyguards.

She grinned as they caught up to her, all filing inside the building, and a few minutes later they were in their usual approximate location. Sure, it wasn't the same bar, it never was, but it was the corner farthest from the doors, with a good view of the rest of the interior. Kat knew Bucky's comfort zone by now. Steve came back from the bar, three tankards in hand, and passed them off to them. Kat took an eager sip of hers, and sputtered a little into her beer as she remembered to say a quick, "Thank you, Steve," first.

Steve laughed, nodding and raising his glass in a lazy toast. "Thank you . You've been working tirelessly lately. You deserve a drink or two. Though I have to say- I miss cold beer."

Bucky sighed in agreement. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it at room temperature."

Kat nodded in agreement, though chugged another couple of swallows before answering. "Maybe not, but I'll drink it all the same," she said, and knocked her tankard into Bucky's in a cheer, because it was in reach. She was in higher spirits than she had been lately - for a little while she didn't have to worry about anyone's life. She could just have some damn fun.

"Well, in that case," Bucky said, hoisting his own beer with a small smile. "Here's to a good evening." He was far more relaxed than he would have been, even a month ago.

Steve and Kat put their beers together with his in a cheer, and then someone started a scratchy radio, and Kat spun to grab the nearest partner, which turned out to be Steve. "Rogers, come on, we're dancing. Limber up, Barnes, you're next," she said, pointing at Bucky and winking before carelessly putting down her beer and pulling at Steve's arm. Pulling either of them anywhere was futile, she'd learned this by now, but it made for some very comical leaning.

Steve stood carefully, making sure she had time to find her feet as he moved, and offered her his arm. "You lead," he suggested with a smile. "Still have two left feet."

"Don't worry, Rogers, Barnes has got me in good practice. You're in good hands," she assured, leading him to the dance floor with a grin and an arm hooked through his.

He was happy she was smiling. Happy Bucky seemed happy. That was all he wanted for the moment. She pulled him onto the dance floor and he followed her lead, careful not to tread on toes. With his weight it was less likely to be a bruise as it was a break.

She was unsurprised to find that while he claimed to not be able to dance, he had a certain amount of grace that lent itself well to dancing. "See?" She said, when she led him through a more complicated set of moves, "You're doing great!"

He laughed, catching her gaze as they moved. "I blame that entirely on your talent," he countered. "You're an excellent lead."

"Oh, lord, you're just as much a flatterer as your friend over there," she pshawed, though she was blushing slightly.

"And that ," he snorted, "I blame entirely on him . The two of you are terrible influences," he teased.

"You're including me ? I desperately have to know how I've been a bad influence," she laughed.

"You're just as much of a troublemaker as he is, and you know it," he countered, blue eyes light with amusement.

"Nonsense! I'm the most reasonable person in camp!" She protested, but was unable to get through the sentence without laughing. Her chest was warm. She could see Bucky watching them dance - Falsworth was, too, in another corner. She ignored him. The song shifted from something lively and upbeat to a song more suited to slow-dancing, and she shifted closer, her green eyes looking up at him. Damn, but he was handsome. She wasn't sure if that was a thought she was supposed to be having, not when she so often shared the bed of that other extraordinarily handsome man watching them, but a girl could look, couldn't she?

He let her keep leading as they spun lazily around the floor, which had cleared somewhat as folks used the slower song as a chance to go get drinks. "Do me a favor," he said quietly. "Go drag Bucky out for a dance. He'll sulk in his corner all night otherwise."

She nodded a little, squeezing his shoulder a little where her hand was resting. "Was already on the agenda, Rogers. But I couldn't let you be wasted on the sidelines all night, either - whatever would the locals think of you? How can they respect you if you don't dance?" She teased, and patted his shoulder as the song came to a slow stop and they broke apart.

"I might have to resort to push-ups," he said with a sideways smirk, stepping back. "Drink?"

"Sure! I'll grab Bucky for a dance while you navigate ordering at the bar?" She suggested, turning back towards their table.

"It is a hell of a lot easier when you're as tall as I am," he said with a laugh. "Easier to make eye contact with the bartender."

"God, I bet. And you're as pretty as I am, that helps," she added over her shoulder with a teasing wink, and headed back to the table and Bucky before Steve could speak. She was a little surprised with herself, truly - she hadn't even had that many beers yet. She shook it off. She was just teasing a friend.

A friend who's sleeping with the guy YOU'RE sleeping with.

Buzz off!

She reached the table, finding Bucky looking pensive. "Can't leave you alone for a minute, huh? C'mon and dance with me, Barnes?"

"You can leave me alone as long as you like, but it's more fun when you don't," he said, giving her a grin and standing. "Got sick of the captain stepping on your toes? Any broken?"

"No, his feet were perfectly well-behaved," she chuckled, sticking out her feet for him to see. "All fine."

"You got lucky," he snorted, taking her arm and tugging her gently toward the dance floor. "He's two hundred pounds of pure muscle. One foot in the wrong place and suddenly you're missing your toes."

She went along with him, her hands falling to his shoulders as they reached the dance floor. "I know, I have given it a little thought. But I think he dances better than you remember - he's certainly graceful enough with that shield of his, isn't he?"

"He cheated," he countered with a smile. "I earned my ability to dance the hard way. He did a shot."

She chuckled, shaking her head a little. "I don't wanna hear it - me and Debbie gotta dance with every other man in the unit - if I could inoculate the whole unit to not step on my toes, I would."

He laughed fully, then, stepping out onto the dance floor with her and swirling them both into the rhythm of the movement. "Well, I'll stave the masses off for as long as I can manage, shall I?"

"Goodness, please," she laughed, stepping into the rhythm with him. "I saw Falsworth watching me and Steve earlier. I think maybe he's more serious than I thought. Doesn't seem to be catching on that I'm, mm, otherwise preoccupied."

"Should I make it clear to him? Or would you rather I not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his hand at her waist squeezing playfully.

She shook her head a little. "Oh, it's not a problem. Yet. Either way, I can handle it and I can take care of it. Thanks, though," she added in a whisper, and leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss him briefly on the cheek. No one would notice in all of the dancing. Or if they did, they wouldn't care.

"If it becomes a problem, tell me," he murmured conspiratorially, before he let her spin out away from him and they turned their attention more fully to dancing.

An hour later, he was standing outside the bar, his back to the cool wood of the building, eyes on the forest beyond. His heart felt light, but not in a pleasant way, his pulse rapid, breathing intentionally slow.

Steve stepped up beside him, intentionally keeping to the light.

"I saw them. I stopped them."

"You didn't need to do that." His voice sounded rough in his own ears. Harsh.

"I did. Morphine is far too hard to get for them to be shooting up. I'd like to know where they got it. It isn't ours."

He kept his eyes on the trees, his skin prickling at the memories of needles, of cold unknown in his veins. "Dropped medic, maybe."

"Maybe. We should go."

"It's early still. Go on back. I'll be alright."

"Not going to leave you out here alone, pal."

Kat half-stumbled through the door before they could say anything else, fairly drunk but present enough to know both of her favored companions had disappeared somewhere. "Ah! Here you are- okay, I'm sensing something has gone wrong." She glanced between the two of them, dimly lit in the dark by the window over the door. "This something I'm welcome to stick my nose in, or should I go back inside?" Half of the reason she and Bucky worked as well as they did was she gave him ample opportunity to field her nursely urges to help.

"You're alright," Steve said. "Buck and I were just testing out how far he can see. He nearly has me beat."

"Oh fuck off," Bucky said, rallying himself roughly and standing with a small laugh.

"We were talking about heading back to camp. It's too loud here. Will you join us?"

She nodded, with a bit of a scoff. "What, like I rather dance with those hooligans than hang around with you charming fellas? Please. Let's go."

"Decided, then," Steve said with a nod, heading for the truck. "C'mon, martyr, you're outvoted."

Bucky flipped him off, but stood up and offered Kat his arm.

Kat slipped her arm into his, leaning against his shoulder a bit as they walked into the dark to find their jeep - she was a little tipsy, and she knew by now that she saw far less well in the dark than the two of them could - a brace to keep her from breaking her nose on the cobblestones was just smart navigating. "I thought Steve was supposed to be the martyr," she teased under her breath, knowing full well Steve could hear it. It wasn't really for him - it was for Bucky, who had been triggered by something she'd obviously missed.

"Sometimes he likes to give me a break," Steve shot back over his shoulder as he climbed into the driver's seat of the jeep.

"I wasn't being a martyr," Bucky said mildly. "I was saying we didn't need to leave if you two still wanted to stay out."

"That's sweet," Kat said sweetly, leaning up to kiss Bucky's cheek before climbing up into the back of the jeep, scooting over all the way if he wanted to hop in back with her. "Steve, tell Bucky he's sweet," she added, tipsily. Steve snorted with laughter.

"Buck, you're sweet."

"Shut up and drive, Rogers," Bucky shot back, climbing in next to Kat and drumming on the side of the jeep. "Onward!"

"Yes, sir," Steve said curtly, with the air of a chauffeur (even if one about to laugh), and started the jeep and pressed on the gas with a little too much purpose for Kat, who let out a half-laugh, half-scream and clung to Bucky's arm until Steve cut it out a moment later, laughing at her reaction.

"I'm drunk, please don't do that to me!" Kat protested to the front of the jeep, though apparently wasn't getting around to letting go of Bucky's arm yet.

Bucky extracted his arm enough that he could wrap it around her and keep her a little more secure. "Honestly, Steve, you sure you can't get drunk? You don't drive like it."

"Pretty sure," Steve chuckled, his driving much tamer now. Kat settled into Bucky's side, one hand falling to his knee.

"That makes it worse, doesn't it?" she snorted, her voice amused.

"Much worse," Bucky agreed with a laugh. "America's ass can bench press a jeep, but he can't drive one."

" America's ass? Barnes, please, there's a lady in the vehicle," Steve protested with a laugh, and Kat kicked the back of his seat, which only made him laugh harder. Kat shook her head mock disapprovingly.

"You know, I haven't even gotten a feat of strength out of either of you! Bucky, okay, I get why not, but Steve, c'mon! Lift a jeep for your friend Kat, huh?" She squeezed Bucky's leg, trying to get him in on it. "Bucky, c'mon, back your favorite girl up."

"Yeah! C'mon, Steve, lift a jeep," Bucky laughed.

"I can't lift a jeep," Steve said dryly. "Bucky, per usual, is exaggerating."

"You can lift a motorcycle with three girls on it, but not a jeep? Have you tried lifting a jeep?" Kat scoffed disbelievingly, absently reaching back to let her hair down, tipsy enough and far enough into the night that she couldn't help herself.

"...No..." Steve said hesitantly.

Bucky laughed. "She's got you, Steve. You have to try to lift the jeep, lady's orders."

"I do not!"

"Tell him, Kat."

"Oh, come on, Steve, this is your perfect chance! Once we get back to camp it should just be us and the odd watchman! And I haven't gotten to see even one feat of strength since I've joined your loud, rowdy commandos! I'm dying for one! Professionally and personally! And this one," she paused to grab Bucky's furthest shoulder and pull him in to kiss his cheek with a purposefully loud smack, leaving behind a print from her lipstick, "Bless him, won't give me one either!"

"I have no feats of strength for you," Bucky countered. "Not like him. But yeah, c'mon Steve."

"We'll see," he said dismissively as he turned toward the camp.

"Well how do you know if you've never tried," Kat muttered under her breath. Steve chuckled.

They pulled into camp a few minutes later, and Kat slid over to open the door on her side instead of waiting for Bucky to get out of his and following. She swayed a little as her feet hit the dirt, but she kept her tipsiness under control, and put her hands on her hips, waiting for the men to get out. "Do you two miss midnight snacks like I do? Put a couple beers in me, all I get is hungry, I swear."

" Yes ," Bucky agreed emphatically. "What I wouldn't give for some leftover meatloaf or chocolate cake or something right now."

"I've got a tin of cookies from a care package," Steve offered as he hopped out. "I'm willing to share."

"The man with a plan saves us once again, God bless America," Kat laughed, moseying back to Bucky's side and slipping her arm in his. Steve shook his head but looked amused, and waved them to follow as he headed into camp, making for his tent.

"What, no lifting a jeep?" Bucky laughed, but followed after him, Kat on his arm. The camp felt odd so quiet and empty, with only the minimal shift of soldiers left to stand guard.

"If I'm gonna lift a jeep, it's gotta be when Kat can actually see it, doesn't it?" Steve retorted, leading the way through the tents. Kat was glomed on Bucky, trying to steal his warmth in the cold night, but she snorted as Steve spoke.

"Excuses, excuses, Captain," she hummed good-naturedly, though her teeth were beginning to chatter a little, disrupting some of her blasé attitude's effect.

"No, no, he has a point," he agreed with a laugh. "Come on. Cookies and coffee on the captain is a fair substitute, I think."

"I'm coming, don't worry, you'll know if I start to lag," she said, pulling harder at his arm for a second to prove it (not that it slowed him down) before walking normally again, of no mind to really try to slow them down when she was so chilly. Her teeth clacked together as she shivered particularly hard, and she could've sworn Steve picked up the pace just a little afterwards. A few minutes later, and Steve was holding open the tent flaps for Bucky and Kat to pass through before following after them.

"Alright," he said, moving around them in the small space to grab the thick blanket folded at the end of his cot and returning to hand it to Kat (to a slight blush and a grateful duck of her head as she draped it over her shoulders with Bucky's help) and then went about the business of retrieving the cookies from his pack. "Buck, you know where the coffee is, wanna get that sorted while I find... something.. to put the cookies on?"

"That's cute, Cap, but I think we can probably manage eating out of the tin, don't you?" Kat chuckled.

"No no," Bucky scolded her playfully. "Let the man find his doilies. He's humped them this far and never has a chance to use them."

"Shut up," Steve laughed, reaching out to shove him.

Kat shuffled out of the way of the battle zone, smiling at their rambunctiousness, and went to sit on Steve's bed without bothering to think about it. There was no one else nearby, after all, so it wasn't like she was going to get caught there by anyone else other than the men in the room. "Less pushing, more cookies," she reminded them amusedly from the sidelines.

Steve laughed and managed to hand the tin over before Bucky tackled him in retaliation for the shove, bowling him over and jarring the bed and the tent wall slightly. Kat popped the tin open and picked out a cookie as Steve got an arm around Bucky's middle and stood with a grunt, bringing Bucky with him. "Fuck, pretty sure you're not supposed to be this heavy ," he grumbled, still holding Bucky off the ground. Kat crunched down her second cookie, and though she was considering the tin again, she lifted it and rattled it.

"Boys, I will eat all of these by myself. I don't want to, but I spend all of my self control not snipping at stubborn soldiers all day - these things are not safe. At least take a couple before you resume bringing the tent down around our ears, huh?"

Bucky stuck his knee behind Steve's, buckling it, and they crashed to the ground. He grunted in satisfaction, leaning over Steve to grab a few cookies, giving the captain one and starting in on the other. He rested against Steve's legs, content, watching the small coffee pot heat up.

Steve demolished his cookie, then motioned to Kat to throw him another, which she did with a careful underhand. She then melted sideways onto the bed, feet still on the ground, apparently giving up on sitting up, but not closing her eyes entirely, and still nibbling on a cookie. "You said you got this in a care package, Steve?"

"Yeah. Get 'em from fans of the USO act, mostly."

"Like, from girls?"

Steve glanced over at her, suspicious. "Sometimes."

Kat smirked, a tipsy expression. "You ever get sent love letters?"

"Yeah, Rogers, you ever get sent love letters?" Bucky asked with a grin. Steve chucked a cookie at his head.

"America gets love letters. I just take the cookies."

"Scandal!" Bucky said, catching the cookie without looking and clutching his heart with mock dismay. "Captain America stealing America's cookies! By his own admission!"

"So America gets letters expounding on its rear, too, or...?" Kat hummed innocently, looking up at the tent wall and kicking her legs a bit to sell the act. Steve looked over at her, eyebrows high.

"You hear somethin,' somewhere?"

The smile on her face was mischievous. "Not until just now."

"Christ, Steve," Bucky laughed. "You can plan infallible battle strategies, but you didn't see that one coming?"

Steve leaned over to smack him upside the head, but Bucky was fast enough to catch his wrist. For just a half moment too long they held still like that, Bucky leaned back under Steve, the larger man's wrist caught tight, but then they disentangled in some quick mutual decision formed by long practice, and it was as if it had never happened, Steve laughing and shaking his head. "I don't get letters about my ass."

"Liar."

Kat watched that moment just as still as the two of them, unsure what she was waiting for but knowing interrupting wouldn't do, and then it passed again. "I'm just making some informed guesses. I am a woman, I grew up hearing what the other members of my sex enjoy about you lot - those videos you made would be far more popular with the average woman than the average man," she chuckled, standing up off the bed and taking the few steps over to their tangled forms to lean down and snatch a cookie from the tin.

Bucky sat up, pushing away slightly. "True. You know for a fact they gave you that spandex for a reason."

"Could we possibly talk about something other than my ass?" Steve asked wearily.

Kat crunched on a cookie, shrugging with one shoulder and sitting down on the floor next to Bucky, her leg resting against his hip. "I'm tipsy and enjoying the ass talk." She patted Bucky's knee. "I volunteer this one's rear as compromise."

"No," Bucky said, raising an eyebrow. "Where are we headed next, Steve? Been a while since we've actually done anything besides moving around avoiding shit. Seems like our orders the two weeks have been mostly 'stay out of the way'. What's up with that?"

"Speaking of avoiding shit," Kat muttered, looking off to the side with a slight smirk, and Steve coughed into his hand, suspiciously sounding like he was trying to cover a chuckle. But then he shrugged.

"We go wherever we're needed until they're ready to knock another Hydra base off the map. But we have leave coming up, soon. Going all the way back to England. London. I'd tell the boys, but I don't want to get their hopes up until I'm sure we're going."

Kat looked over at him in surprise and some carefully controlled excitement. " Leave? Fuck, I haven't had leave... God, ever?"

"London," Bucky said contemplatively. "Never have spent much time there. Supposedly an interesting place before it started getting bombed regularly. You know, we get bombed less out here than they do, I think."

"Yeah, well, we'll just have to hope it's not a problem. I think the higher-ups want to make sure their star team is well-rested. And..." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish, "I think they want to get some footage of us."

"So..." Kat poked the side of Bucky's rear, raising her eyebrows at Steve in amused expectation. "For the girls back home?" She added, stage-whispering.

Steve rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were a little pink. "Buck, I feel like I remember a conversation where we were talking about this 'exceptional nurse?' What happened to her? She still around?"

"Oh yeah," he said, smirking at Kat. "She's undercover, though, playing the part of someone's kid sister." He lounged back, ended up with his head propped against Steve's thigh. He looked up at Steve, then glanced at Kat, seemed to make a decision, and relaxed. "I'm not going to have to be in this footage, am I?"

"Most of us are going to have to be. And considering the word has gotten out about Captain America serving with his best friend, yeah, you're gonna have to be in it," Steve replied with a shrug, leaning back on his elbows. He resisted the urge to glance at Kat to make sure she wasn't looking at the two of them like he always expected people to look at them, no matter how innocent the touch. They hadn't gone this long without detection without cultivating a little paranoia. Kat was looking at them, though, just not in the way Steve feared. She put on a big fake yawn, standing with a stretch, and gestured towards the door.

"Think I'm gonna hit the sack, boys, got an early day tomorrow like always," she said as casually as she could while trying to get out and give them their space, leaning down to pat Bucky once on the shoulder and waving at Steve before slipping quickly out of the tent and into the cold.

Bucky sat up quickly as she left, confused, and glanced at Steve. "We were just ribbing her... You think she's pissed off?"

Steve shook his head. "No idea. Go on."

He nodded and stood, heading out after her, pulling off his coat as he went. He caught up, putting it around her as he fell into step. "Everything okay?"

She looked over at him in surprise as he caught up, and smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thought you guys could use some space without me for a bit, that's all," she said easily. She'd left quickly because she was a bit of an awkward person, not because she was embarrassed. "It's alright, really."

"We were just teasing you," he said, his eyebrows furrowed. "You were fine. You don't think you were really annoying us, do you?"

She snorted, shaking her head. "No, I know. That's not it - I.." She took a deep breath, pushing through her more stubborn bits of awkwardness, "It's not me, it's you?" She started, then shook her head with a laugh. "Sorry, I'm not used to this. Just - go enjoy some time with him. Keep each other warm, you know?" she added, reaching out to push his shoulder a little, casual.

"...Oh..." he said, her push barely moving him, which usually would have amused him. At the moment he was distracted. "Kat we... Can't. We don't- You don't-" He sighed, exasperated. "You don't need to give us space."

"What do you mean you can't? C'mon, I'm not naive, I know it's already happened," she snorted, pulling his coat tighter on her as a breeze picked up. "It's just a courtesy, Bucky, that's all. It doesn't have to be a big thing."

He made an exasperated noise, considering her for a minute. He didn't want this, he realized suddenly. Didn't like choosing. "Just... Will you do me a favor?"

Kat raised her eyebrows a little at him. "Yeah, sure, anything. What is it?"

He seemed to be evaluating the situation, but then nodded to himself. "Go kiss him. If you don't like it or he doesn't, fine, that's the end of it. but I know what you both like, and I think you would both like that."

She blushed to the tips of her ears, lips parted in shock, and she glanced back at the tent uncertainly. It wasn't like she hadn't considered what it would be like, but those were absent fantasies she'd never dreamed of acting on. Luckily for everyone, she'd had several high-alcohol beers that night, and she'd said Anything, after all. She looked back at Bucky, pointed at his chest, and said firmly, "I expect to be rescued if I offend Captain America," before dropping her hand and turning on her heel and marching into the tent before her doubts got the better of her. Steve looked up from where he'd been sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. He looked surprised to see her, especially without Bucky, but she took the five or six steps across the tent before he could say anything, her fingers catching his chin and lifting his head enough that she could lean down and kiss him.

A/N Will be another chapter today at least! Maybe 2?