Sorry for not posting in awhile, but college is rough and I am trying to finish some paperwork for the G.I bill and trying to transfer schools and all that fun stuff. Anyway! Here you go!

If there was one thing her mother taught her? It was to sew a dress. Her mother would spend hours upon hours teaching Rose how to properly sew, stitch and create a dress. Darlin Johnson wanted her daughter to have the ability to rely on herself if she ever found herself without a job or husband. She gave her a skill that she would use for the rest of her life and Rose was thankful for it. Especially now when the world was at war with each other and the government started rationing clothes to citizens.

Several times, the linguist would have to fix up her old dresses or make them into something completely new because she couldn't go out and get a new one. She had about a dozen dresses that she wore daily that she had since she was sixteen, she also had six different tops and skirts that she would rotate along with them. She even had a pair or two of perfectly pressed high-waisted slacks, but she only had three dresses she allowed herself wear for a date.

The dress she chose for the date she had with Bucky was black. The dress went just below her knee, the fabric was cinched tightly around her body. The top scandalously exposed her shoulders while the sleeve was cut it a split flutter sleeve reaching a few inches above her elbow. She added a pale blue Grecian belt that brought attention to her waist and her favorite pair of black heels that added three inches to her height.

She pinned-curled her hair last night so that it laid in perfect waves against her waist and put more effort in her makeup than she usually did. Instead of just blush and eyeliner? She used her mascara to curl her eyelashes up, then she even put on some classic red lipstick. It was the first time in a long time that she took such care and time to make herself feel even more beautiful for a date.

Putting on the pearl earrings and necklace her mother gave to her once she graduated high school, Rose heard a knock on the door. Doing a once over, she deemed herself ready. She grabbed her purse and dress coat before opening the door. There stood Bucky, wearing his best suit and Steve standing behind him with a blonde dame looking displeased. All three were wearing their best coats on top of their clothes, looking all bundled and warm.

"Mr. Barnes, I do admire a punctual man."

"Wouldn't want you to wait too long for me, sweetheart!" His eyes scaled her body, enjoying how tight her dress was around her body. The blonde woman behind him looked like she was about to have a heart attack when she saw what Rose was wearing.

Laughing, Rose looked at Steve and grinned. "Steve, looking handsome as always."

"Well, I can't leave you with all the good looks." He teased, loving the fact that she didn't treat him any different just because he was smaller and not as healthy as his best friend. He also liked that she immediately went in for a hug after his comment, squeezing him tightly. "Might have to fight off all the men who want to dance with you tonight."

"We're going dancing?" Rose looked at Bucky, surprised. She looked down at her dress, knowing that this wasn't exactly the perfect dress to wear to a dance, but there was no going back. Moving her hair off her shoulder, the linguist sighed and put her hand on her hips. "Well, I guess I just have to wait for the slow songs."

"Fine by me." Bucky winked, taking Rose's coat and helped her put it on before taking her hand in his and lead the group towards the club.

Walking together, the blonde girl made a point to keep her distance from Steve and closer to Bucky. It annoyed Rose to see the girl do this, but it bothered her, even more, to know that the girl didn't see how much of a nice guy and how cute Steve was. Slowly and slowly, the blonde girl had moved closer to Bucky to the point that she was hugging his arm.

"I do love your dress, where did you get it?" The blonde, whose name was Sarah, forced a smile on her face. It was obvious that Sarah didn't like Rose and that she was only here to get closer to Bucky, but the two men were too nice to say anything, and Rose wasn't about to throw the night away because of one jealous girl.

Taking her hand out of Bucky's, she smoothed down the already smooth material and smiled. She remembered when her mother gave her the dress. She just turned twenty and her mother said that it was about time she had a 'mature' dress. Rose thought it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen and her father thought it was the end of his daughter's maidenhood.

Her father made her promise that she wouldn't wear the dress unless it was for special occasions. He told her that he wasn't going to fight off hundreds of men because she decided to wear the dress casually every week. It made her laugh every time when she saw his face when she wore it for a date; he looked like he was about to throw up, but he never stopped her from wearing it.

Looking up at Sarah, the linguist gave her a polite smile. "My mother made it, she was a woman ahead of her time."

"She had excellent taste." Her date smiled fondly at her, letting her know that he was there for her if she needed him. He saw the distant look in her eye, the same one Steve would get sometimes, and it broke his heart to know there wasn't anything he could do to make it better.

He went to take her hand again, but Sarah hugged him closer to her causing him to pull away from Rose. "Well, I personally think it's vulgar. Any mother who wants her daughter to dress like that is worse than the hussies working the street. Besides, what man wants to date a woman who shamelessly shows off her shoulders to gain attention?"

Bucky looked like he was about to tell the blonde girl off, but the linguist shook her head at him. But she didn't want to be around Sarah for much longer, so she held back and waited for Steve. Bucky's eyes watched her as she hooked Steve's arm with hers, he looked concerned, but she waved him off. "I want to catch up with my favorite fella around!"

Rose really did want to talk to Steve, she felt bad that he was stuck with Sarah as his date and wanted him to have at least a decent time. And she thought he liked her company enough that it would make up for the fact that his date was… less than cooperative.

"Just as long as we're tied for first!" Bucky appreciated that Rose saw that Steve wasn't having a good time because of the blonde dame on his arm and he loved that she honestly wanted to talk to him. But he wished that Sarah would stop clinging to him, so he could talk to the linguist. He looked down at the blonde and sighed. "You know, you should actually talk to your date, Sarah."

"Why should I, when I have you?" She giggled, her voice louder than it should have been. "Besides, that Rose girl looks like she's having more fun with him than you."

Glaring down at Sarah, the brunette was less than pleased with her attitude towards his date and he was more than annoyed with how she clung to him. "Maybe if you kept your comments to yourself, she would have some fun."

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true." Sarah rolled her eyes, standing to what she said.

"Sarah, you don't a single thing about her or what she's been through." Bucky scolded, his face looking more and more murderous by the minute. He couldn't understand why Sarah would say such cruel things, no decent person would say something like that to another person. When he first met the blonde girl, she was sweet and kind, but now he was starting to realize that she was only that way towards him. "Now, it's not my place to tell her story, but if you think I will let you say another snide comment towards her? You thought wrong. Now, when we get to the club? Your gonna behave and actually talk to Steve because he's a great guy."

The blonde looked like she was slapped in the face, she was about to retort back, but Bucky held up his hand shook his head. "I don't want your voice directed towards me for the rest of the night."

She looked completely defeated. She looked over her shoulder and glared at Rose and Steve. She hated them, hated that they ruined her date with Buck and hated that Rose captured Bucky's heart with her immodest dress.

Feeling Sarah's eyes on her, Rose sighed. She ignored the blonde girl and looked over at Steve. If she wasn't wearing heels, she was still about an inch or so taller than him, but because she was wearing heels? She was more than four inches taller. She watched Steve glare at his date, obviously just as annoyed with her as the rest of them.

Nudging her shoulder against his, Rose smiled. "If it wasn't the fact that I was Bucky's date? I would say let's ditch."

Steve let out an honest laugh. He liked Rose's sense of humor, it was funnier than he expected. She just had a way about her, something that he couldn't explain. She was elegant, more elegant than any woman he had met before and she was witty. He couldn't explain why he liked her so much, but he found himself treating her like an old friend.

"She was the only girl that agreed to go on a double date," The blonde explained, watching his best friend struggle to get away with the said girl. "But she didn't realize that her date would be me."

"What a ditz, she's missing out." Rose smiled and kissed his cheek, laughing at this slight blush on his cheeks. The linguist trying liked Steve, he was very sweet and smart. She knew that one day, he would make some dame very happy.

When Steve had found out that she had a knack for code breaking, the blonde would slip complicated codes, that he made himself, under her door. They would either be a joke or asking about her day and Rose would create her own for him in reply. They've done this for two days now and she truly enjoyed it, it was the first time her empty apartment felt like home.

It was something her father would do with her throughout the years. He tried to hard to stump her, but every time he was left disappointed. He would be even more disappointed when he got her reply and found that he couldn't figure it out unless she helped him… She hadn't told Steve this because she knew that he would apologize for doing something that reminded her of her dead father. But, she liked that Steve had to borrow a book from the library to write the codes and she liked how much time he put into making her happy.

"She shouldn't have said those things to you," Steve said, his voice bringing her out of her own thoughts.

Sighing, the linguist just shrugged. It never did anyone any good to hold onto anger, it would only cause her grief if she did. "But she did, so why waste any more time thinking about it? Let's look towards brighter things in the future."

Steve was blown away by Rose. He knew the pain she had gone through in losing a parent, but he had no idea what it felt like to lose all his friends, home and everything he knew. It was something he hoped to never experience, and he knew that he would find himself in a dark place, a very dark place without any light in sight. So, to hear that she could easily brush off some rotten girl's comment about her dead mother being a hussy, without even so much a glare in her directions.

Rose Johnson was a woman that was wise beyond her years and kinder than anyone could know. Steve sighed and shook his head in disbelief. "You're really something else, Rosie."

"'Rosie'?" She arched an eyebrow at the nickname. She took a moment to process it but found that she really liked it. Smiling, she noticed that Steve looked a little nervous at her answer. "I like it."

"Good, cause it's staying."

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