Happy Civil War! This is my little treat to all of you needing that BuckyOC craving fulfilled!

Bucky's stormy eyes washed over his knife He wondered why such a thing was in his possession. It glittered in the light of his cabin, and his fingers traced over the engraved "S" located right under the hilt. He couldn't tell what the blade was made out of, but he had a feeling it was strong enough to cut to the bone and perhaps through bone. He frowned, twirling it in his wrist. The knife was a gift.

Bucky was wandering towards his barracks after dinner with the Howling Commandos and Essie. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard that he almost spit beer through his lips. The conversations were thrilling as they talked about guns, woman, and war strategies. And Essie was one of the guys. She didn't make it awkward that she was a foreign female body in the room, but rather, seamlessly fell into line. She answered their dumb questions on how it works, and was very blunt with exposing secrets some of them were not aware of.

By the time they were all a decent way into their drinking, they decided to call it quits so they wouldn't die the next morning for training. Essie entertained the idea they were all lightweights, and Dum Dum argued that he could take her in a shot for shot contest. In return, she told him she'd take him on after they were victorious.

Bucky was feeling the cool night air on his skin, his hands shoved deeply into his cargo pockets when he heard," "Barnes!"

The soldier slowly turned around to see brown hair flailing in the wind as he grinned,"What can I do for ya', Essie?"

The bright blue eyes of Essie met Bucky's, and her hand grasped his shirt and turned him towards her. Essie pursed her lips as she released her grip, and began to search her back pocket,"Well, the invasion night is big for us."

Bucky furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowing at her actions, but the girl continued as dug through her pants,"And since you're not half bad at what I taught you, I want to give you this."

The agent pulled out a sparkling silver blade, only about 6 inches of length, and handed it to the soldier ,"If we get split up, or if you run out of bullets, you'll have your best shot with this."

"Really?"

"Don't get sentimental on me Barnes— it's so you can practice with it and not die in a few days."

Bucky stood a bit straighter, running his fingers through his dirty hair and giving it a scratch. In his other hand, he awkwardly held the blade that surprisingly had some weight to it. "Uh, thank you."

"I'll see you in the AM," Essie casually spoke, before disappearing rather quickly from sight.

Bucky couldn't sleep though. He sat there, staring at this strange, foreign blade and wondered why it was given to him. He twirled it in his hand once more, knowing very well that the single blade was the difference between life and death.

The night air was cool. The stars were slowly rising and twinkling in the darkened sky, gently illuminating the pathway among the trees. It was a gorgeous night for bloodshed. The Howling Commandos had an all nighter coming their way, and an important one at that. And now time was ticking down for their departure to the Nazi camp.

"You men ready for this?" The Colonel asked, pacing the line of soldiers that stood before him fully armed. They wore all black, including their faces covered in paint to blend in with the darkness. Each of them held various weapons, mainly guns, and Jim with his katana in tow.

"Sir yes sir!" The soldiers responded, standing straight and upright.

"If there are any questions, concerns, or sissies in this group, speak now, or else you won't be seeing the sun again," Phillips bellowed, ensuring these men were prepared to give their lives for this mission.

Philips continued to pace with his hands locked behind his back,"There is no room for failure boys. If you do happen to fail, the entire camp will die. Do you understand that?"

"Sir yes sir!"

"Good, because if you do fail, do not even think of returning back to this camp alive," Philips warned, halting in front of the Howling Commandos. His eyes scanned the group, watching the 6 men stand with their heads high and their hearts bleeding red white and blue. The hustle and bustle around the camp was too, in preparation for the sunrise in which they were to attack. A lot of troops were moving, gearing up, and getting ready to fight. It was the feeling of war.

"Now, where is your tour guide?" The Colonel asked aloud, turning around to gaze upon an approaching figure. Strolling towards them was a woman, dressed in a tight black suit that hugged every curve of her athletic body. Her suit lead to a pair of sleek boot-heels, attractive and secretly lethal. Her neckline had a zipper that revealed her chest and a tasteful dip of cleavage. Her hair was long and flowing by her shoulders, and her bright eyes were piercing in the night.

She placed her hands on her waist, giving a small smile,"Ready boys?"

Colonel Phillips scoffed almost immediately,"You're going to fight Nazi's in those boots and with no weapons, Agent S?"

Essie's gaze swept over the Howling Commandos, and then up to Philips as she cooly responded,"Sir yes sir."

Her eyes were knowing, but even moreso, exact. There was no fear present, and nothing in her expression showed any sign of unawareness of her state. She knew exactly what was going to happen tonight, and the Colonel had no real idea.

Philips simply spoke,"The entire Allied army is depending on this night. Don't screw it up by thinking this is some sort of joke." His eyes locked with the woman's, before his took his walk away to foresee the attack setup.

"We all feel good?" Agent S asked the group, watching them break their soldier formation and form into a circle. Their postures fell, and their stature became more human-like and less military. She heard them all breathe a sigh as they began to become more themselves.

"As ready as we will ever be," The British James spoke, inhaling deeply.

Jacques chuckled in his thick french accent,"I think we are all clear."

Gabe shook his head,"It's going to be tough to not get caught."

Essie frowned, placing a hand on Gabe's shoulder,"We won't get caught, Gabey. We went over it. It's going to be tough to not kill loudly. Silent combat is key. You have knives, your bodies, your… " Essie glanced at Jim,".. katana. We won't get caught. Only use your if guns if they know we are there."

The woman's eyes fell on Bucky's, who was staring down into the ground and practically burning a hole into it. He was nervous. She could feel it. She could hear his heartbeat frantically pounding. It was almost the same fluttering of Dean's before she went on all her missions. It was the same nervous, pitter patter thump that was all too sweet to ignore.

"You're all seeing the sunrise, boys." Essie assured as she rallied them,"We have a mission to do that'll give us the war. Fight with me, a stranger, but a friend nonetheless."

The boys nodded their heads along with her, confidently smile.

Essie crossed her arms, flashing her white teeth at her crew as Dum Dum hollered,"Let's go kill some Nazi's assholes!"

The crew hopped into a truck and was led as close to the camp as possible. They had to stop about 1 mile away, or else they would run into Nazi patrols on the perimeter. There were lookouts everywhere, and the trunk was definately not the easiest thing to camouflage. Essie had scouted where to park the car, how to cover it, and leave it there until the return. They carefully covered the truck by a mass of trees where it perfectly blended and remained undetected.

The Howling Commandos and Essie halted. Her eyes scanned the forest, before silently signaling the direction they were to go. They had to move as agile as possible through the woods, avoiding noisy branches and trees. Their gazes were consistently searching for anything that would cause a problem.

Essie had to admit, once in war mode, these guys were on it. Sharp gazes, focused expressions, steadied heartbeats. They were trained to fight… Maybe not trained to be spies but at least trained to be soldiers.

The Howling Commandos went first, and Essie trailed the end. Her job was to make sure they weren't followed, and she trusted Jim in the front to spot any potential threats. He was by far the smoothest eye of the bunch next to Barnes.

Her ears were completely in tune with the hum of the forest, listening in to anything besides the 6 heartbeats in front of her. She was determined to find any outliers, or anything really that could expose them before they even make it to the camp. If it was Essie alone, she'd be up in the trees where she wouldn't risk exposure. But of course, that wasn't the case with 6 full grown men.

Her right hand fell to her left wrist, covered in her black uniform, and pressed her fingertip lightly to the pulse point. Suddenly, a faint red light began to pulse. Then, down her forearm, appeared 5 other red lights lightly flickering in a row. It looked almost like a spine on her arm with dull red lights.

Yes, Agent S worked solo, but she also wasn't going to let people die who weren't supposed to die. This mission was an anomaly in time, and she knew going into it that if anyone died on her watch, it could have greater repercussions. People wouldn't be born, events wouldn't happen… Things wouldn't exist if these 6 men didn't survive this and she understood that.

So, she'd keep a careful eye on them with technology that tracked each one. She'd know if they were actually in danger, and not simply afraid. The red light would pulse based on their life, and a quicker pulse would show danger or danger of death. Right now, each red light was strong in their illumination.

Suddenly, the group heard something in the distance. Essie's bright eyes lit up, scanning the darkness before the group. It was a car about 400 ft west. She heard the engine groan, and the cracking of branches beneath the tires. Luckily, Jim had seen the car's headlights and halted the group. They all got extremely low to the ground, crouching silently and waiting. Agent S stepped backward by a tree, her eyes narrowing as she gazed into the car.

2 Nazi's. Armed. Front seat. Transporting nothing. Patrol.

Jim glanced back to Agent S, to which she calmly shook her head. Her eyes for a moment met with Bucky's, who gazed at her with an unsure expression. She weakly smiled at him, knowing very well it would be better for them to disarm the car; however, she couldn't risk someone contacting the patrol with no response back. They had to be unnoticeable.

Jim, once seeing the car far out to the east, gave the signal to move forward.

Dean couldn't believe she goddamn made it. He couldn't believe that even after having every cell ripped apart, she was pieced back together.

A sigh escaped his lips and he immediately began to program the return trip. He would set the date for a certain time and day, so that no matter what happened, she would be returned then. Truthfully, Dean wouldn't know when to bring her back, and all he knew is that he had to bring her back before she changed too much in the past.

2 months.

If Essie really wanted to kill Hitler, she'd have it done by then. She always got things done as quickly as possible without anything stopping her. Dean smiled weakly, knowing he would get someone back a bit different than when she left. She traveled through time, and he expected some repercussions mentally and physically. Perhaps she would come back a vegetable, or high on the juice of The Stone?

That was why it was essential for the return trip to be perfect. It would take Dean a few days time to fully get the program running correctly, and he needed his full concentration. When Essie returned, it would be two days for him, and 2 months for her.

However, what Dean didn't expect, was that in a days time, Nick Furry would be pronounced dead and Captain America a fugitive. The entire world was going to change.

By the time the group had made it into the camp, Gabe had sliced a hole into the fence to let everyone in, and then Essie directed them quietly to where the armory is located. She mapped this place when she made her last trip here, and it was still imprinted in her mind to the coordinates. They had been hidden behind a nearby building, about 25ft from the entrance of the armory.

Surrounding the front doors armory were patrols. Clear red Nazi bands were strapped onto their uniform's arm, and their bodies were still as they watched their surroundings. Agent S glanced behind to her pack of Howling Commandos, giving them a small wink, before sliding around the edge of the building.

Time to show 'em how it's done.

Dum Dum waddled forward, glancing around the edge of the building to watch something he'd never seen before. He was watching a cat and mouse at its finest. He heard Agent S speaking… german. The woman looked so calm and collected approaching the two gun-holding men, and they seemed to be extremely confused why a beautiful woman dressed so strangely was approaching them at 1 in the morning. If it was any of the commandos, shots would've been fired, but not with this woman. They were even lowering their guns.

It seemed as though they tried to respond to her, before Agent S dropped to the ground and swiped her foot underneath the first soldier , having him losing his balance. Before the second soldier could react, she was on her feet, grabbing his gun and using the butt of it to smack him in the face. With ease, she used the balance of the second man to kick the first one down again. Finally, she raised her elbow, smacked it into the second's face, and had him fall backwards.

What happened next surprised the entire team. Essie lifted both unconscious men in each hand as if they were feathers and walked them behind the armory building. When she reappeared, you could see that she was sheathing a reddened blade within her waistband.

No one was to be left alive that saw them. And the Howling Commando's knew she was making an example of what their kills should look like until sunrise when the Allies attacked.

"From what I can tell, the armory is empty but for a few people inside. We need to get to them fast, and at the same time. Ready?" She whispered softly as she reappeared beside the team, making eye contact with each of the 6 soldiers. A smile perked at her lips, and before anyone knew it, they were making their way slowly inside the large warehouse of weapons.

They split up into 2 teams. The first team's job, which consisted of Bucky, Jim, and James, was to remove the remaining soldiers from the warehouse. They were the stronger fighters, and were needed to dismantle enemies. Dum Dum, Gabe, and Jacques had the job of placing tiny little wall-bombs on several locations throughout the warehouse without being heard. The bombs looked almost like little compact mirrors, but they had a strange metallic outside with a deep blue glow to them. They latched onto whatever surface they were pressed against, and remained there.

Futuristic, yes, but it was actually an idea Essie stole from Tony Stark 70 years before their time.

Bucky moved as silent as a ghost. His footsteps did not make a single noise as he swept through layers of groundwork. Surrounding him were stacks upon stacks of guns, as well as crates of gunpowder. He saw machine-guns up the wha-zoo, and grenades piled into crates. The amount of weaponry in this warehouse was astounding, and the ground floor was like a maze. His heart was pounding out of his chest, but it only added to the rush of it all.

This mission felt right.

He caught out of the corner of his eye Dum Dum moving swiftly, placing the grenade-wall-timed-things with ease. None of them really knew what the small devices were, but Agent S assured them it was going to pack a punch.

Bucky felt his body tense as the sound of footsteps neared. No one was supposed to cover this area but him. It had to be the enemy.

Silent kill.

Bucky inhaled deeply, listening in to the direction of the footsteps before backing around a nearby corner. With his back against a large crate, he peered to where a Nazi patrol entered. The sound of the rubber boots were so loud and echoing.

The soldier waited for a moment, waiting for the timing to be just right, before he slammed his knee upwards into the gut of the Nazi. His elbows downwards onto the back of the neck as hard as he could, hearing a slight snap of the vertebrae. Immediately, Bucky grabbed a hold of the body to refrain from any noise, before gently placing the soldier down to the side. Bucky felt for a pulse, but found nothing.

Bucky's breath was rapid, but without noise. It felt exhilarating as he slowly stood upwards, knowing he just did exactly what he needed to do for his country. His eyes were sharp, scouting out his next target, and he began to move again. What Bucky didn't realize was the second patrol overhearing his partner's death.

Essie was probably around 300ft away from the armory. She had killed 3 people to get inside a general's tent, killed the General with a swift knife to the neck. His body seeped blood by her feet, and the woman gingerly kicked him to the side as she began to rummage. Unfortunately, data collection wasn't as simple as plugging in a drive and copying everything computer-wise.

In fact, everything was paper. "Good old 1943," Essie bitterly murmured, her eyes scanning various papers as quickly as possible before anyone called for the General. She had found the mass frequency that the Nazi's used to radio, and was well aware of the code they used for attacking. Unfortunately, America wouldn't be able to figure out that code until enigma was complete in 1944. Perks of time traveling.

The woman searched for any movement plans of good ol' Hitler, and found that very little was written on where he would be. What would've been smart is knowing where he'd be at what time by looking at old records in 2015.

Her lips frowned deeply, and her jaw clenched. She didn't have much luck. She began to dig down into different file cabinets, pulling them open and diving in. Also no luck. "Shit," she hissed, rocking into her hands as they rested on the desk's edge. Where the hell could something like this be? A telegram somewhere?

Essie's eyes fell onto a box on the General's desk. A box big enough for numerous small, short worded papers that would be—

BEEP BEEP.

Essie's gaze shot down to her arm, and found herself staring at disbelief a the 6 dots that represented the Howling Commandos' life. 5 of them were okay. 1 of the red lights was blinking fast, showing that he was either attacked or dying. Essie gazed to the box quickly once more, knowing she had to make a decision fast.

Her own heart beat began to race. She had the choice to either let a man die, or find out what the latest telegram was before the entire building was burned to the ground in the morning. Essie didn't have a choice. She couldn't.

The person in trouble was Bucky.

Yay! It's going to be a hell of a chapter coming up next too. We might get a glimpse at the *gasp* Winter Soldier...