Author's Note: Hello! Hope you're enjoying the story so far! Reviews are always appreciated, would love to hear what you think!
So here we are; hope you enjoy this long chapter. We've finally made it to Captain America: The First Avenger.
Kiara x
"We should have been able to say goodbye to Steve," Christiane muttered, fastening herself into the seat as Anya sat opposite her. Peggy made the final rounds on the cargo before running up the door, taking a seat beside Christiane.
She leaned into the cabin's alley, shouting down to Howard in the cockpit, "How are we looking?"
He flipped a switch, one headphone on his ear, trying to hide a smile, "Five minutes to taxi and ten to take off. You might want to look out the window."
Anya looked out her side, suddenly undoing herself from her seat, "Holy cow,"
"What is it?" Peggy startled demanded.
Anya turned around, a smile on her lips, "It's Steve."
The women ran down as quickly, Anya and Christiane embracing him tightly in a hug.
"Steve, can't breath!" Christiane tried to breath out as Steve engulfed them back in a hug, still getting used to his new strength.
"Sorry," he pulled back, shyly smiling. "I didn't agree with the Senator and the Colonel not letting us say goodbye to each other.
His eyes moved to Peggy, standing behind the sisters, a nod and shy smile, "Agent Carter."
Peggy returned the smile, her cheeks reddening at his smile, "Mr. Rogers."
"Please, call me Steve," he smiled, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.
"The Colonel's a bit of a sore one," Anya rolled her eyes.
"Anya!" Christiane hushed her sister, looking around.
"Oh pft! He can't do anything about it. We follow orders but we're heading back into the war and they want us in France. We know the terrain better than anyone, we follow our own rules." She swatted her hand in the air, "Steve, you are family to us. I'll be damned if I don't get the chance to say goodbye to you."
Steve looked to Christiane, his eyebrows raised in amusement, Peggy trying to stifle a laugh, "We'll see what he'll have to say if we don't make it in time for the rendezvous landing in Reykjavik."
He laughed softly, his eyes meeting Peggy's briefly as he felt his cheeks redden before looking back to the sisters, "I guess I'll have to let you go now then."
Peggy extended her hand out, shaking his hand, "Steve."
"Ma'am," he took her hand, before she turned, walking back to the plane.
Christiane let out a shaky breath, pushing Anya to say goodbye first.
"Oh you always do this, Christiane! Making me say goodbye first!"
"You know I'll be a crying mess, Anya!"
"Now you two, no stubborn bickering when I'm not around." Steve put his arms around the two, his new height looming the two of them.
"You take care of yourself, Steve." Anya hugged his waist, before putting a hand on his cheek, "Remember, we love you."
"Me too," he smiled back, looking to Christiane as Anya backed away.
"No more fights, Steve, you promise?" Christiane's voice shaking, her hand going to wipe her cheek quickly.
"I wouldn't have you beside me," he chuckled. "Don't win the war before I get there, Chrissy."
She laughed, "You said that to Bucky." Her eyes semi-serious, a mix of longing and duty.
"You give him a big hug from me when you see him," he smiled to her reassuringly.
"If I see him," she put her head down. The war was vast and wide, regiments all over Europe. It'd be a needle in a haystack if she'd see him again.
"You will." He hugged her tightly, "Fate has a way. And knowing you two, you're inseparable. You'll always find a way back to each other."
"I needed to hear that," she let out a shaky breath, a gulp to ready herself for the words. "I'll miss you, Steve."
"Me too, I'll see you soon?" he pushed her away gently, Anya taking Christiane's arm to the plane.
She nodded gently, a small wave as Steve saluted her before the sisters turned around to the awaiting plane.
June 1943
It had been two months since they arrived in the European theater. Having landed in London, Stark stayed behind to set up the new headquarters as the Bougourd sisters and Peggy were assigned as field agents. Peggy and Anya worked on strategy while Christiane worked as a mechanic. The three went undercover on missions, looking to gain information in towns and relay back the information for troops and bases.
Christiane was usually left to herself back at base as she worked in the mechanics tent on artillery and the transport vehicles. She befriended most of the mechanics, with some staying away from her thinking it was unladylike to have a woman working with such heavy machinery. Word would pass through camp as Anya would glare down the men till they avoided bugging Christiane.
"Taka-san (さん), can you pass the 3-inch screwdriver?"
"When is your お姉さん (o-nee-san big sister) coming back from the scouting?," he handed her the screwdriver as he stood by looking into the jeep's engines.
Takafumi was a young Japanese-American man from California. He became Christiane's closest alley in the mechanics tent, always keeping an eye out for her. The two exchanged each other's mother-tongues, between French and Japanese.
"Sometime tonight after lights out, they're getting some information from the Bruges Resistance cell whether we can move bases soon," she looked up, adjusting the headband on her head, keeping her hair up.
"Where would you go Christiane-san?"
She reached for the hood's lid, closing the lid, "Back to France, I suspect they'd send me out again to scout for regiments out in the field to bring back to base."
"You'd dress like a garçon (a boy) again?"
Christiane chuckled, "はい (hai, yes), just like when I was a courier in the Resistance cell in Paris."
"Tu es très grande (You are very tall)," Taka laughed, "I remember the men of the 80th Infantry were very surprised when they found out you were a woman!"
"My hair's gotten longer since then, it might be harder to hide now," she touched at the tips of her hair coming out of its bun.
"You always find a way, Christiane-san." he took her toolbox to the back of the jeep, storing it. "Come, let's go for dîner (dinner)"
She laughed, ありがとう (arigato, thank you),"
"Pourquoi (for what?)"
"For keeping me company," she smiled as they ducked out the tent's flap to the mess hall tent.
"You are like 妹 (imoto, little sister) to me. I am happy to be your company. The other men do not think nicely of you,"
"J'apprécie beaucoup Taka-san, merci (I appreciate it a lot Taka-san, thank you)"
"You have someone waiting for you back home, Christiane-san?" he asked, passing her a metal plate as they got food scooped onto their plates.
"I've got a fiancé, but he's also somewhere in the war here," she smiled to herself softly, thinking of Bucky. "What about you Taka-san?"
They sat at a table, the same spot where Peggy and Anya usually joined them.
"I have a wife and a little boy at home," he took out a photograph from his pocket, handing it to Christiane with both hands as she took it with both as well.
"What're their names?" she asked, smiling to the baby, cheeks round and smiling in his mother's arm.
"Her name is Kumiko 久美子, and our little one is called Reo れお"
"レオは何歳ですか？How old is Reo?"
"Il est six mois (He is six months)"
"Il est très mignon (He's very cute)"
"Mignon?"
"Mignon means cute"
Takafumi nodded, trying to remember the word.
"可愛い Kawaii (cute)"
Christiane repeated the word, trying to perfect the pronunciation.
"And your fiancé's name?" he took a sip of water, his eyes searching in hers.
"Bucky," she smiled to herself, a small warmth in her heart igniting thinking of him.
"You eyes are full of love, Christiane-san, yet full of protection. He is your イキガイ ikigai (a reason for being; the thing that gets you up in the morning)"
"We need something to get us up in the morning in parts like these," she looked to the darkness of the forest.
"Le soleil se lève demain (The sun rises tomorrow)," he smiled reassuringly to Christiane.
The two of them laughed, taking a bite into their food.
Just after lights out, Christiane took her round around the basecamp. She adjusted her bun tightly, brushing her hands on her half done-up dark green jumpsuit with a white t-shirt. She'd adopted a more relaxed uniform when she spent her time at base, fixing engines and the vehicles.
"Christiane," Peggy came walking out from a tent, stopping in her tracks.
"You're back!" Christiane smiled, giving Peggy a quick hug.
"Come back to the tent, we've got some things to go over," Peggy pulled her by the arm, her smile gentle yet concerned.
"What did you get from Bruges?" Christiane pushed the flap of the tent, Anya sitting by a table as she got up and hugged Christiane tightly before leading her to the table, a map laid with markers.
"We'll need to move bases in the next few days, they don't want too many troops in one region." Peggy walked around the table, her eyes on the markers.
"We are here," Anya pointed to a green marker. "Troops are coming to fight for Bruges," she pointed to the blue markers surrounding the town. "And les vaches (the cows) are coming from the north from the Netherlands," she pointed to the red markers.
"SSR headquarters has requested we move to France," Peggy stopped, sitting at the table as she studied the routes.
Christiane stood up looking at the routes, Anya drawing a path through Roubaix on the border. "The SSR want us to go dark. Where do they want us to separate with the base?"
"At the border. The base would be supported by another regiment coming from Lille and we'd have to find our own way to the base in Huard, there'll be an agent there who'll give us intel," Anya pointed to a small dot in the central of France.
"How much time do we have to get there?"
"A week," Peggy ran her hands through her hair, trying to think of a way.
"We could do like we used to do when we were in Paris? It got us anywhere easily." Christiane looked to the two.
"Are you sure you want to do that again?" Anya looked to her, an expression of pure concern on her face.
Anya tucked Christiane's hair under a bell-boy cap, wrapping a cloth binding her chest her flat as possible. Christiane hid the message written from the St. Germain Resistance cell in the bindings, and three knife in its sheath slotted between her back and the bindings for the Marais Resistance cell.
"You be careful. If they stop you, you look them in the eye and show them this," Anya pulled out identification papers with Christiane's alias, Hugo Dubois.
"Stand tall," she handed Christiane a bag with baguettes, several weapons concealed inside.
"Louis was right, you'd pass as a boy right away like this."
Somewhere in France
"Jones, what's our location now?" Dum Dum Dugan let out a yawn as he stretched his legs, his back against the trunk of a tree.
"We should be in what they call Mignage," he studied the map, eyeing at the pronunciations.
"Which means?" Bucky stared up to the night sky, trying to find a star through the tree's canopy.
"We should be at the rendezvous point in a week. Last I heard, they said someone's coming to get us. Top secret base and all," he muttered, folding up the map and tucking it into his pack.
"What're you looking up there for Barnes? See anything interesting?" Dugan glanced at him, taking a sip out of a canister.
"Just a star," he breathed out, his mind thinking to Christiane. He prayed she was well, thinking of her back in New York.
"He's thinking about a gal' back home probably," Gabe Jones leaned in to whisper to Dugan, the two of them nodding simultaneously.
"He's been doing that every night, looking up to the stars and putting his darn thumb up," Dugan passed the canister to Jones. "You don't think he's actually using the stars to see where we are, right?" Dugan scratched his head, taking up his bowler hat.
Bucky looked out the corner of his eyes to Jones and Dugan, a small smirk on his lips, "You do know I can hear everything you're saying you punks."
The two froze, passing the canister slowly over to Bucky before Dugan leaned closely to Jones, both nodding approvingly, "He's got to have a gal', we'll get it out of him"
The two jumped at the sound of their radio cackling quiet noise, Jones shoving the earpiece on.
"Églantine, églantine, vous m'entendez? (Rose, rose, do you hear me?)"
"Églantine," Jones picked up the radio handy, his face serious as men gathered around him, waiting to hear the radio.
"Every rose has a thorn," came the voice again.
"This is 107th, please proceed, over,"
She held her old clothes in her arms, looking herself in the mirror in a blue farmer's summer coat, white shirt, a cream scarf and pale red trousers. Peggy braided her hair into a crown, pulling her hair out slightly as Anya placed a bell-boy cap on her, hiding the majority of her hair.
"All done," Peggy and Anya placed a hand on her shoulders, looking to their reflection in the mirror.
Christiane took a deep breath, looking back at herself. She was tired of having to do the boyish alias, going into the forest as a boy but she knew the risks if she was caught by the Axis as a woman.
"Tous passe bien? (Everything is going well?)" the farmer's wife they stayed with at the edge of the forest passed by the bathroom door.
The women walked over the the kitchen table, the farmer's wife packing fruits, bread and crackers into her backpack.
Anya pointed to the map spread across it, "Once you're past the horseshoe on the tree," she looked towards to forest behind the house, "Go west."
"They should be in radio proximity by now, should we try?" Christiane looked to her small radio on top the kitchen table, taking a quick bite of the bread and honey the farmer's wife made for them for breakfast.
"Give it a go," Peggy looked to the radio, hoping their plans were still in action.
"Le signe est églantine? (The sign is rose?)" Anya looked to the farmer's wife, taking out a note from her apron as she looked down, nodding.
"Ils sont passés par ici hier. Le garçon, (They passed by here yesterday. The boy,)" she tried to remember his name, "Jones! Il m'a laissé cette note à vous donner. (Jones! He left me this note to give to you)"
Christiane cleared her throat, lowering her voice.
"Églantine, églantine, vous m'entendez? (Rose, rose, do you hear me?)"
They waited briefly, radio noise cackling back at them.
"Églantine," came an American accent in French.
"Every rose has a thorn," she spoke, her eyes focused.
"This is 107th, please proceed, over,"
Christiane felt her heart drop, her face turning white as she turned to Anya and Peggy in shock.
She felt tears, tears of happiness start to come, joy erupting from her heart as Anya and Peggy quickly hugged her quickly, looking to the radio.
She cleared her throat again, "107th, how far are you from the horseshoe tree?"
"West, by the shore, rendezvous at nightfall, out" the voice came again.
"Copy. Out." She put the handy down, suddenly laughing and smiling to herself.
"I can't believe it," she breathed out, looking to Peggy and Anya hopeful.
"Well I'll be damned," Anya chuckled.
"What will you do when you see him again? Christiane, you can't break your cover until you get to base." Peggy sipped at her tea.
"I won't," taking a shaky breath in, "I've got to avoid him until I can change out of," her hands showing herself, "this."
"Just until you get back to base," Anya took a bite of the bread, stopping mid-bite as Peggy and Christiane looked to her. "What?" she muffled before swallowing her bite, "Be reasonable, you'd want to run and kiss him the moment you see him."
"Anya!" Christiane shot her a look.
She shrugged, taking up Christiane's backpack as she got up from the table, Peggy following behind. "I'm just saying, after that last night in New York," she smirked, eyebrows raised.
Christiane looked back in shock and horror, her mouth open to protest but nothing coming out.
"Alright you two, enough boy talk," Peggy marked two circles on the map, "This one is where they are and this one is where base is," she hugged Christiane, tucking the map into her coat pocket.
"If there's anything, you fight and you run. Good luck my little one," Peggy hugged Christiane, tilting her cap to the side.
She slung the backpack over her, hugging Anya and Peggy, thanking the farmer's wife.
"You be careful, and be smart," Anya hugged her tightly, "Je t'aime poulette (I love you little chicken)".
"Je t'aime aussi (I love you too)" as she stepped out past the fence, turning around to wave to them before disappearing into the forest.
Christiane walked for a few hours, looking up to the sky to check the sun's position as it started to lower closer to the horizon, turning her surroundings orange and amber. She walked in silence, humming to herself, maneuvering the terrain as it started going uphill. By the time she reached the top, Christiane looked over the horizon, seeing the first tints of twilight seeping with the sunset. She looked down, finding a small pond, the distant chatter of men down below. Christiane pulled up her scarf over her face, readying herself for the walk down to the base.
She walked down the hill, slowly and quietly trying to soften her boots against the forest floor. She could hear the voices, see men through the trees by the shore as they set camp.
She heard something clicking behind her, immediately knowing the sound of a gun behind her.
"Hands up," the voice came, as she turned around, arms in the air. "Who are you?"
She turned around, looking to a large man with a bowler hat and mustache.
"The contact, Jones is waiting for me." She lowered her voice, looking at him behind her scarf.
"Show your face," he lowered the gun, eyes still set on her.
She lowered her scarf, taking out her fake identity papers to Dugan as he looked to the photograph.
"Hugo Dubois, huh? French Resistance?" he handed back the papers, smacking her on the back as he urged her to the camp.
"Yes," she put her scarf back up.
"Not a big talker are you?" he joked to her as she looked to him without a word, "I guess not. Jones! Here's your contact."
"Églantine," he smiled, a nod to her. "When can we get moving?"
"As soon as possible. Base is expecting you by morning. It's better if we walk by night," she replied, her eyes scanning the group of men for Bucky.
"Great, we can be packed up in 10 minutes. I'll give the word to Sergeant Barnes" a soldier walked past him as he grabbed his arm, "Pass the word around will you? We leave in 10 minutes." Jones smiled again, before turning around.
"Come along, buddy. I'm packed anyways," Dugan slapped his backpack as they looked to the pond, several men packing their belongings.
Christiane nodded, looking to the pond, her mind trying to focus on the route to the base she memorized during the day. They sat in silence until Jones returned, waiting for the rest of the men to group around.
"You, Jones and Barnes are in charge here?" she asked, her eyes still set on the pond.
He shrugged, "Someone's got to do it."
"What's our next move, Dugan?" came a voice that made her heart beat faster, a churning in her stomach.
Dugan and Christiane stood, "Hugo here is going to take us to base." He cheerily smacked Christiane again in the back. She mentally noted to herself to avoid standing next to Dugan.
Christiane looked to Bucky as he talked with Jones. She saw his cheeks slightly sunken, the wear of war on his face with heavy bags under his eyes. He looked like he had lost weight and muscle, his clothes hanging loosely on him.
Jones turned to Christiane, "Ready, Églantine?"
She nodded, taking the lead along the shore heading south into the forest again.
They walked in silence, Christiane scanning the forest as she used the moonlight to read her compass. She occasionally pulled down her scarf from her face, taking a breath of fresh air. As soon as someone from behind their lead came up to them, she'd put her scarf back up.
"We headed in the right direction?" Jones walked alongside her, breaking the silence after a few hours walking in the dark
She nodded, putting the compass back in her pocket. "You've got the time?"
"Three minutes past two in the morning," he squinted to his wrist watch. "I've got to ask, how long have you been in the Resistance, Hugo?" .
"Since 39. In Paris."
"That's a long fight. What brings you here then?"
"My sister." she replied, silently hoping Anya and Peggy made it to base already. "Do you have any siblings?"
"I've got a little brother back home with my ma'," he smiled before looking over his shoulder to a group of men led by Hodge circling Dugan and Barnes. "Oh god, not again," Jones muttered under his breath.
"Look what Costello handed me," he put cards into Dugan's hand who raised his eyebrows.
Jones looked back to Christiane shrugging, "Hodge's an idiot. Keeps boasting around the amount of lady photos he's got."
Christiane looked over her shoulder, watching Dugan show the cards to Bucky.
Bucky shook his head, turning his head, "No thanks."
"What's the matter Barnes, don't like ladies?" Hodge slapped him on his shoulder.
Barnes smiled a smirk, "I've already got a lady."
Dugan's mouth fell open, glancing up to Jones as they both had looks of boyish astonishment on their faces.
"What's her name, hmm?" Dugan elbowed him.
Bucky looked down, kicking some leaves as he walked along, "Christiane," looking back up to Dugan with a finger pointed to him, "And that's all you're asking!"
Christiane tried to stop a laugh, before turning back around to the route.
Hodge looked up to the sound of laughter, moving to Dugan's side, "Who's that?"
"Hugo, the French Resistance contact," Dugan leaned to Hodge as he walked faster, trying to get to contact.
"Froggie, hey! It's been hours, where's the base? Hey! I'm talking to you! " a voice came from behind her as she put her head down, walking beside Jones.
"Hey!" the voice came aggressively, pulling her scarf with a force from behind as it fell from her face, her cap rolling to the floor, the pins coming undone as her braid fell to her shoulder.
Christiane turned around, her eyes focused on the man she recognized as Hodge.
"Agent Bougourd," Hodge gasped, his eyes wide as he took a step back in retreat to a halt, salute at his brow.
"You're not Hugo?" Dugan looked to her with confusion, halting behind Hodge.
She took a breath in, looking to Bucky who looked at her with wide eyes, lips parted to say something but no sound came.
Jones looked to her, "What's your name?"
"Christiane," her eyes still set on Bucky's, the men looking between the both of them.
Dugan looked even more in shock now to Bucky and Christiane, "Your Christiane?"
Bucky nodded, his face as white as a ghost as he took steps towards her, his hand finding hers as he pulled her to the front, walking in front of the regiment.
They walked in silence for another hour, his hand holding hers tightly as the rest of the regiment followed behind them. She looked to him, the tightness of his jawline.
"Bucky," she finally whispered.
He looked to her, pain and disbelief in his eyes, "Christiane, why are you here?" His face changed to that of concern, eyes searching hers, "How'd you get here? Please don't tell me you joined the army," he whispered.
"I didn't," she looked down, "They put Anya and me in the army since the beginning," whispering back.
Bucky ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"We were sworn to secrecy since the day we arrived," her eyes still on her boots, taking one step after another.
Bucky felt a lump in his throat, "It's not fair." He stopped, taking Christiane's face gently into his hands, not caring at the eyes on them behind. "You deserve all the happiness, all the safety and protection."
"You're not mad?" Christiane whispered, eyes searching his.
He chuckled, pulling her in tightly to him as his arms wrapped around her body, "I was, but you know I can't be angry at you. You're the whole world to me. I'm just sad I couldn't keep my promise to you."
"Bucky," Christiane looked to him, a hand on his cheek grazing the stubble moving to his lips as he tried to protest, a finger over his lips.
He took her hand, moving it from his lips before he pulled her in to kiss her softly. "God how I thought a hundred times over how we'd see each other again, but not like this."
"Me neither," she rested her forehead against his, "I'm sorry."
"No," he shook his head, kissing her on her forehead, taking her hand as they walked again, "The nights we spent hiding in the mud and fighting. I'm the luckiest man in the world to see you again."
She felt a small smile on her lips, feeling Bucky pull her in closer to his side. He took up her left hand, looking for the ring.
"Where's the ring?" he looked to her eyes wide.
"I had to put it in storage back in New York with the army. I was afraid I'd lose it," she guiltily looked to her hand.
"You're still marrying me, right?" She felt Bucky's lips against her cheek.
"You're stuck with me forever," Christiane kissed him back.
The 107th arrived at the camp by first light, Peggy and Anya sitting by the front on guard.
They both smiled seeing Bucky and Christiane walk hand in hand followed by the rest of the 107th. Anya of went to Bucky, hugging him tightly.
"It's good to see you, Bucky," she muffled into his shirt.
"You too, Anya," he hugged her back.
"Christiane told you everything?" Anya pulled away, looking to Christiane.
"You came to Europe two months ago, Steve's fine in New York and she never wants to dress as a boy ever again," he chuckled, looking between the two sisters.
"Come on, let me take you to the medics tent to check you out." Christiane took his arm, leading him away to a waiting Dugan and Jones.
"And afterwards?" Bucky leaned in to her ear.
"Breakfast," she kept walking pulling him along.
"Your sister got a fella', Christiane?" Dugan tagged along beside them.
"Don't you dare," she laughed, looking over her shoulder to Anya and Peggy walking back to their post.
"My girl's a heck of a fighter, Dugan. I wouldn't if I were you," Bucky elbowed Dugan back, a frown on his face.
"Darn it," Dugan muttered.
A week had passed since the 107th were stationed at base, a welcome break for all the soldiers.
Anya and Peggy continued their strategic work, plotting the next move while Christiane worked back on the jeeps, Bucky by her side all day long.
"You leave at nightfall, right?" Christiane shut the hood down, going to the wash basin to clean her hands.
"Trek to the Resistance airbase before we cross to Italy," he leaned against the wall, watching her.
"What?" Christiane stopped, looking to him suspiciously.
"God you're so beautiful," he laughed, cheeks reddening.
She blushed, looking down mumbling, "Thank you." She looked back up, glancing around, "Do you have anything to do right now?"
"No? Why?" he straightened up, a twinkle in his eyes, a smirk appearing as he took a step closer.
The air went static, electric between them as he felt his heart beating, jumping and turning.
"Easy sergeant," Christiane put a hand on his chest, her eyes darting around before taking his hand, pulling him with her to the back of the mechanics tent into the tools room.
Bucky turned, walking backwards as he pulled Christiane by her hands, his eyes set on hers.
His back hit the back of a table, hands shaking as they splayed to hold her waist; a hand moving up to her cheek while the other moved lower to her hip.
Christiane leaned in, only to have Bucky quickly turn her around against the wall, lips inches from each other.
Her hands went to his shirt, moving up under the hem to touch his chest, Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, letting it to the floor.
"Christiane?" he whispered, the blues of his eyes still bright against the darkness of the cave.
She took his hands, leading it to her shirt as they pulled it over her head. Christiane stood in front of him with the binding around her. She felt the coolness of breeze against her back, the warmth of Bucky's hands gently touching her skin.
He slid his hands up to the back of her head, intertwining his fingers with her hair as he kissed her gently at first. Her hand went to his hair, tugging gently while the other guided his hand to her leg, lifting it by his side as he gripped it, pushing himself closer to her.
Christiane pulled his lower lip slowly, only to have Bucky pull her closer, driving him crazy, deepening the kiss as they came up breathless.
Bucky backed away, hands holding Christaine's as she sat on top the table, legs wrapping around his waist.
Bucky breathed, taking her in, smiling as he kissed her.
Anya was looking for Christiane, hearing noises from the back of the tent, she pushed the flap only to find a shirtless Bucky and Christiane.
"Agh mes yeux! (Agh my eyes!)" Anya laughed hollering sarcastically causing the two to jump apart, Bucky scrambling for their shirts covering Christiane.
"Relax! It's me. Thank God it's me and not anyone else or you'd be getting an earful," she laughed trying to grip at her sides. "Never would I have imagined ever walking in on you and your fiancé!"
"Anya!" Christiane shot her a glare, tongue sticking out.
"Oh relax! I washed you as a baby!" she waved her hand in the air. "A truck just came in from Vichy, they need a mechanic. And Dugan is looking for you, Bucky."
"Thanks Anya," Bucky finally replied, his cheeks red from embarrassment as she her left.
They walked together, trying to put the recent actions away, their hands touching, static coursing still.
Bucky turned to Dugan's voice in the distance shouting his name.
"I'll come find you before we leave."
Christiane nodded, closing her eyes as Bucky kissed her gently on her head before walking to Dugan and Jones.
She took a deep breath in, trying to keep her mind at ease to her racing thoughts - she wondered how long it'd be till they could be together again. Christiane opened her eyes, forcing to take steps and put away the thoughts as she focused on her job.