Alright you two, break it up!" I scream as I pull Logan off of poor Lemeux. Both are beaten pretty badly, which tells me that Lemeux fought back. Bad choice, yet a brave one. I respect this guy more and more each day. Lemeux is bleeding everywhere, while Logan has only bruises covering his face. Wonder who won the fight?

"Logan," I begin, grabbing his collar and pulling him off the ground, "what the hell were you doing?"

"Bub ran into me," is his answer. Logan, you are an idiot!

I push him into the cement bunker building, which leaves a crack in the wall, "are you insane?" I whisper to him in my regular voice. "Are you trying to break this chance we've got?"

"Watch yourself 'Richard'," he replies, with an emphasis on the name. I stare at him until I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Let him go soldier."

Steve. My face pales as I set down Logan and turn around to salute him, "yes Captain."

Steve looks at me with a cold stare, we are the same height. He's grown.

"What's your name soldier?" He asks me, looking me up and down.

"Hamburg, Richard Hamburg."

"Drop the fighting, men win wars as a team, not as individuals."

'Steve, are you kidding me?!' The voice in my head, who I've named Box screams, 'is the hat you wear on stage cutting the oxygen off to your brain? I didn't fight!'

"Yessir," I say as Steve leaves. I catch a glance at Lex, who I quickly walk over to when everyone is continuing their drills. She motions for me to enter a tent. I follow her and she glares at me upon entering.

"Really Raven?!" She begins.

"Can I explain myself at least Lex?"

"No. Quit the attitude. Can't you go one day without pulling a stunt?"

"This one wasn't me this time..." I trail off as she looks at me confused, "...I stopped Logan from ending Lemeux. So yes, I can. Even if it's only around 12 hours."

Lex signs and places her head in her hands, "just try to get along with others. Be patient."

"Patience isn't my strong suit, you know that."

"All I'm saying is that maybe if you get on Steve's good side, he won't totally kill you when this is done."

"So I should tell him it's me?"

"What? No! That's a terrible idea! Just do it subtly."

I look at the table for a second, looking at the envelopes that are sealed with letters to families of deceased soldiers. Bucky went on a mission a week ago and still hasn't sent out anything. I'm getting worried. Peggy and Howard think something went wrong. I can't tell though. It's like a lightbulb goes on in my head when I come up with an idea.

"Lightbulb!" I say as I turn to face Lex, who looks at me with suspicion.

"What is it Rav-Richard? What's the idea?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't like it." I say smirking as I walk toward the entrance to the tent.

"What is it?" She asks. I turn to look at her, raising my eyebrows all while still keeping my stupid smirk.

Lex looks at me and sighs again, "Don't do anything stupid."

I laugh, "Sass master it is," Lex and I break out in laughs as I exit the tent.

I am so screwed.

-TIMESKIP-

It has been 2 weeks since I last saw Steve and I have not had any fights. So I can go more than 12 hours without fighting or popping my claws out. Good to know!

"Stop saying sorry men! We are in a war!" Steve yells at us as we practise our drills for combat with the other soldiers. It is kind of funny to a degree, we are Canadians. I can tell that it is frustrating for the Americans. Box tells me we should've brought some maple syrup as an 'apology for our apologizing.'

"But Captain, we're Canadians," I say as we line up once again, "we will go win the war, and then go apologise to Hydra for breaking their stuff." Time to be a smart-aleck.

Steve stops in front of me, and looks at me. As usual, I've got my stupid smirk on my face. "Hamburg, do you think this is funny?"

"Maybe, I can think of ways to help limit our apologizing."

Lex is silently killing herself laughing, and the rest of the Canadians are smirking or full out grinning. Some are silently chuckling; everyone knows where I am going with this, except for Steve.

"Then what do you think we should do then if you know your fellow troops so well?" Steve asks me, I tighten my low ponytail and look him in his blue eyes. I can't read them, but I think he's unamused. I can't blame him though; I'm a merc with a mouth.

"Easy," I begin, "give us wooden sticks and march us out onto the battlefield saying 'here you go men... Hydra has the puck.'"

So much for standing still, everyone is laughing really hard.

"Extra laps Hamburg," Steve says while looking at me with suspicion.

"I call Defenseman!" I yell as I begin my laps.