"No tent. Now that we're out of the dunes, it'll be visible for miles."

The woman Steve had been travelling with had set a hard pace, despite the Irishman's good natured complaints. Now that the dusk was setting in, she had decided that the trio could finally rest. I really do need to catch her name, Steve thought.

Her friend nodded agreement. "I'll take first watch," he offered.

"Thanks Pan," the woman replied.

Seeing an opportunity, Steve added, "You're Pan? My name's-"

"Captain Steve Rogers, formerly of the 107th light infantry regiment," they replied together.

"Ummm... Yeah... How'd you know that?"

The two looked at each other and grinned. "I'm afraid that's classified, sir," the woman joked. Steve noticed that, while she had used several different accents while they traveled, now that they were on their own at camp she seemed to favor a German one. A German and an Irishman. I suppose they get along now that the war is over. This may take some getting used to, Steve thought.

"You wouldn't mind if I asked who you are?"

"I would, actually. Until we are back on friendly soil, I'd prefer if you only knew us by our radio names. I'm Mississippi."

"Missy for short!" the man interjected. Mississippi rolled her eyes.

"That's Panther. Back home, he was a professional idiot."

Panther bowed. "Why thank you, Missy!" Mississippi rolled her eyes again.

"How did you get your names?" Steve asked. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "You don't have to tell me."

"No, it's fine. It's not that we don't trust YOU- it's just that I've learned from personal experience that the rocks here have ears," Mississippi explained. "The less people that know who we are and why we're here, the better."

"Didn't they figure that out already? Since you were held prisoner and all that."

"Oh, Miss Missy can be very tight-lipped when she wants to be," Panther grinned. "I believe that Diana Jones may have been here on a search for archaeological relics."

"Don't laugh too hard, it fooled them for a week!"

"Yeah- then one of them got on Netflix and realized they had been a complete dumbass!" Steve laughed along with them. He enjoyed the friendly bickering between the two. It reminded him a lot about how he and Bucky had acted.

"Anyways, Benjamin Kenobi here was trying to defeat what his culture called the 'men of sand' shorty after that."

"And then Natasha Turkenof the Russian spy was searching for intel regarding Project Rebirth."

"Don't forget about Captain Steve Turner who was searching for Themi-syrian people!"

"And Jenna Raleigh!"

"Who's that?" Steve asked. He had recognized the names of most of the people they had talked about, but he had no idea who that was.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," laughed Panther.

"Anyways, you asked how we got our radio names?" Mississippi asked.

"Oh! Yeah!" Steve hadn't realized how quickly they had gotten off track.

"He's Panther because he used to sneak up behind all of us at basic training- like a panther stalking it's prey." Steve nodded. Panther was light on his feet and agile. He wasn't surprised that he could move quietly. "That, and he is about the same height as one," Mississippi added. Panther slapped her arm playfully.

"At least I got a name based on my abilities," Panther said. "She's Mississippi because when they played that Canaan Smith song at dinner one night- 'Love You Like That', I think it's called? Anyways, she was the only one who knew the words. One of the lines is 'slow as the Mississippi, strong as a fifth of whiskey.' She almost always sang it 'Strong as the Mississippi, crap I did it again... whiskey, deeper than a sunset sky,' you get the point," he said, waving his hand dismissively. Steve laughed- he noticed that Mississippi did to.

"That's actually pretty accurate," she admitted. "Although I think the name stuck because I really am as strong as a river," she teased.

"Sure you are. At least you sing better than one."

"Well, in that case, how about a little campfire song?" Steve suggested.

"Sure. You bring that whatever it is?"

"A flute?" Steve guessed in response to Panther's hand motion.

"More or less. Yeah, I've got it." Reaching into the backpack that she had been carrying, Missy pulled out a beautiful hand carved box. Inside was what looked like a flute carved out of a reed.

"If it's chipped, I swear..." Panther started.

"Chill bro. It's fine," Mississippi assured him, pulling the instrument out. She raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Panther.

"Escape! Du-uh!" Panther responded.

"Alright, Quill." Mississippi raised the instrument to her lips and began to play.