Disclaimer: I do not own the Captain America movies or their characters. Unrecognized plot and characters are mine.

Summary: She never planned to be in a HYDRA base. He never planned to be an assassin, or to have mechanical arm. She never bargained for a former soldier turned assassin as an Alpha. He never bargained for an Omega. He didn't ask to have his memories and identity wiped after every mission. She didn't ask for an Alpha who wouldn't remember her half of the time and is absent another portion of the time. They received those things all the same.

Chapter One: Call Me Bucky

*~Josephine~*

I slept when I grew tired, waking when I was torn from bed and a bag was thrown over my head.

This happened three times, I think.

I had been tied down at least twice while a man in a white lab coat poked me in the arm with a needle and took my blood. Whenever I struggled or asked questions, he was rougher than necessary.

The third time they yanked the hood off of my head, my nose was immediately assaulted with a mess of scents and sounds.

Other people.

The small room was filled with men and women, there were more men than there were women. From the scents I counted seven alphas, four betas, and three other omegas. Each group also had color coded bands on their wrists.

The women wore thin dresses that hardly covered them. The men wore only sweat pants.

Three men in lab coats stood in one corner with clipboards. One wrote something and gestured to a soldier, speaking rapidly in German.

The soldier immediately grabbed a beta woman and another grabbed an Alpha male and forced them onto a mattress I hadn't even noticed. The soldiers started gesturing and barking orders that were hardly understandable as their English was awful.

The alpha and beta were forcibly stripped from their clothes and more orders were given.

With growing horror, I watched the scene unfold.

I turned away the moment the alpha placed his body over the beta and moved to enter her. I incidentally had turned to face the lab coats, who were watching the unwilling couple. They had fascination in their eyes and their pens were flying over their clipboards.

Bile rose in my throat, choking me as I struggled not to vomit.

Dear God in heaven, where am I?

I have no idea how long I had been held in the room with the mattress, there were no windows or clocks to reference time. After the spectacle, I had been given a yellow wrist band to signify that I was an Omega.

Now, I was in the room I had woken in, pacing.

The door burst open, making me jump a foot, pausing in my pacing. Four soldiers carried a limp body through the door, a quick sniff told me it was a male, an Alpha. They ignored my presence completely, carrying him straight to the bed and dumping him on it like a sack of flour.

I watched them leave, waiting for them to close the door before I cautiously approached the body on the mattress.

He was in ripped uniform pants from the American army. He had short dark brown hair and a handsome face, at least a day's stubble was on his cheeks and chin. His shoulders were broad and his skin lightly tanned, his chest and abdomen were well muscled. If I had to guess his height, it would past or near six feet.

He was a good looking specimen, that was for certain.

A low whirring caught my attention.

I glanced around the room, confused. Where is it coming from?

The door was closed and nothing else looked like it would make that kind of mechanical noise. I paused and listened again, but it had already stopped. I looked closer this time and realized something.

One of his arms was all metal.

Oh, you poor man! I fussed in my mind. What happened to you?

I leaned over him to get a better look. There was a symbol or something carved into the metal. A star, maybe?

As I looked him over I remembered that I hadn't checked his scent, yet. I was more concerned with looking him over. I took a curious sniff and almost fell over. He smelled amazing!

His scent was by far the best thing I had ever smelled in my life. He smelled like melted chocolate and cinnamon spices.

I wanted to wrap myself in his scent.

His eyes opened, startling me, and I could see their color. His upper body shot up into a sitting position, forcing me to back away to keep from colliding with him. "Where am I? Who are you? What in the Marie's name am I doing here?"

I shook off the surprise and opened my mouth. He was waiting with a raised eyebrow that shouldn't look so sinful and tempting.

"My name is Josephine, they brought you in a few minutes ago. I don't know where we are exactly, but I do know why we are here." I paused a moment to let that tidbit sink in before I unloaded the rest on him. "They are Germans and they are breeding us. All of us. Alphas, betas, and omegas. Once they examine you and match you with an unlikely bond, they will take you away and make you breed, too."

"You say they're Germans? Why do they want to breed us?" He looked confused and disgusted. "We're Americans, we've been fighting them and the HYDRA organization for months."

"I don't know. I saw them choose two people in a room of people and forced them to be intimate in front of everyone. They watched them, the sick jerks actually watched them!" Bile rose in my throat at the memory of the mattress and the men in white lab coats staring at them.

"That won't happen to me, I won't let them do that to either of us. The twisted bastards can shove their clipboards up their asses." There was a defiant flare in his eyes that definitely should not have been attractive.

"I've told you my name, what's yours?" I asked, curious and wanting to distract myself from the fact that it was hard not to stare at hi a chest.

He straightened his back and his shoulders drew backward. Charm oozed from his pores and his smile should have been illegal. It was the kind of smile that could dazzle a women from her knickers in a crowded street without a care. "Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, former soldier on the 107th Infantry Regiment, current proud member of the Howling Commandos."

My fuzzy brain took a moment to catch the meaning of his announcement and then my eyes bugged out of my head. "You are a member of the Howling Commandos? That is so great! Can I call you Bucky? Or do you prefer James? "

James-Bucky chuckled, the sound going straight through me. "Either is fine, but you can call me Bucky seeing as how we seem to be living together for the foreseeable future."

"Alright, Bucky." I smiled shyly and blushed when he winked at me.