Summary: Annette escaped the camp, but where to go. Hurt, tired and being followed by the Hydra forces that imprisoned her, she's forced to make a literal leap of faith in the rapids to evade further imprisonment, torture, and experimentation. What happens when she is pulled from the banks of the latest SSR camp and nursed back to health by none other than The Howling Commandos and peeks the interest of two friends?

Rated M for eventual mutual threesome involvement. Don't like, don't read it. Only positive and constructive criticism will be acknowledged. Also looking for Beta Readers.

I wish I did own the rights to Captain America (drools), but I don't sadly. However, I do own Annette.

On with the story.

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Author's Notes:

Sorry for the late update. Homeschooling a disabled child and fighting a tribunal for Special Needs School absolutely sucks, but is totally worth the effort. Thank you for your patience. It's another long one I'm afraid. Thank you again for all your lovely reviews and pointers so please keep doing so. Happy reading.

Chapter 6: My Name is Agent Carter

Steve POV

Steve had always been a light sleeper. Even when he was five foot nothing, weighed lighter than air and had every ailment going. So it was no surprise to him when he woke to what he thought were the sounds of a struggle. Sitting up straighter against a tree he propped himself on before sleeping, he observed Netty. The young woman that he and Bucky found in the river struggling with an invisible force. 'A nightmare.' He couldn't even imagine the horrors she must have seen, hell he wasn't even sure if he wanted to. But Steve knew that if they were going to help her get home and safe, they would eventually have to question her about her experience.'That's even if she makes through the night.' He almost jumped up from his position when he saw her shoot up with a gasp and shaking, his best friend Bucky, however, was already on the case and managed to soothe her back against him and she drifted back to sleep. When Bucky was sure that she was asleep, he looked over to Steve with a tired smile and a nod of his head, the captain returned the gesture and he too went back to sleep.

Falsworth POV

When Falsworth woke in the early hours to relieve Dugan of his watch, he noticed the little woman asleep slightly shivering from the remnants of her fever huddled in a blanket against Barnes' chest. The soldier, also asleep with his arms tightly around her arms as though sheltering her from the world was enough to bring a small smile to the Brit's face. If he'd had a family, he'd like to think that he would be just as protective. He would make it his mission to treat this girl as such, his family, providing she had no family of course. That made him frown as he got ready to leave. 'Does she even have a family? Where are they? How the bloody hell did she end up in this mess of a war?' Perhaps his connections in the MOD could try to track her family for him, if not at least give him some information regarding her. For now, though, it was his turn to take watch, and pray that she made it till morning.

Dugan POV

Dum-Dum Dugan made his way to the group from the sentry that they were all taking turns to patrol when he could hear whimpering. Knowing that they could still be in danger after the discovery of an injured civilian, he hoisted his rifle and trod softly towards the sound in order to sneak up on them. When he rounded a tree, he lowered his weapon at the sight of a trembling mess of a girl in the arms of Bucky who had been trying to keep her warm. The wind had changed direction and was now blowing directly on her front which was exposed to the elements. Not having the heart to wake the poor kid, 'Yes she's practically a baby compared to me.' He put his gun against the tree and lay down with his back to her in a bid to give her some privacy and respect. Within the next few minutes, he felt the shaking stop and he went to sleep with the promise that he was going to be the best big brother she could ever ask for. If she survived that is. So after a silent yawn escaped him, he settled down for some needed shut eye and whispered. "Sweet dreams Kid."

Jones POV

To wake up the next morning to find that their new charge had survived the night was a huge relief to the men of the 107th. To find that her fever and most of her injuries except for the young woman's leg wound were almost healed, was borderline miraculous. Gabe put it down to the river keeping her wounds clean for the most part, the speed for which she received medical treatment that reduced the risk of infection, and his sergeant and Dugan for giving her body heat in the night to survive the cold. Yet he was still concerned about the remaining wound in her thigh. The bullet needed to be removed and quickly. The area surrounding the point of penetration was inflamed, the early signs of a serious infection, he just didn't have the confidence or the medical expertise to perform the procedure. That and he didn't know where in her leg the bullet settled, one wrong move on his part and she could bleed out from accidentally hitting an artery. This required an X-ray and general anesthetic, all things he couldn't provide, all he could do was slow the risk of infection and hope they could get her to their field hospital in time. The extraction team couldn't have arrived a moment too soon.

Normal POV

The rumbling of trucks stirred Netty from her fitful sleep, slowly opening her eyes she could see the men from the night before amongst fresher faces as they gathered around the bonnet of a vehicle with Captain Rogers. He was giving instructions whilst pointing to what she assumed was a map. The sergeant who had lain with her in the night to keep her warm standing at his side rifle at the ready with a handful of soldiers. It looked as though they were getting ready to move out again. Raising herself to a higher vantage point, she was stopped half way by a man in a white coat who she hadn't realized had been leaning over her startling a yelp from her throat.

"Easy there miss. I'm a Dr. Andrews stationed with the 107th and the SSR." He ushered so as not to startle her further. "I'm pleased to say that with the care from the field medic that your fever has broken," Netty observed him closely as he reached into his bag for a needle. She panicked.

"What is that? What are you going to do to me? Please don't!" She began to thrash trying to break free from the stretcher as he tried to calm her unsuccessfully. The more he tried, the harder she fought and became more hysterical. "NO! DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE! NO!" From out of nowhere, a woman arrived at her side who had forced her to look into her eyes.

"Miss. Birkinshaw? My name is Agent Carter. You are not in any danger. The wound in your leg has become infected and the bullet must be removed." Netty though still shaking in fright, appeared to have finally calmed enough and easily distracted in order for the good doctor to inject her with the needle. The agent continued speaking calmly but firmly as the soldiers looked on in confusion and pity.

"Dr. Andrews has just injected you with an anesthetic so that he can remove the bullet safely and without causing you any further pain. I can assure you that when you wake, you will be safe." Netty eyes were stinging with the effort to stay awake with tears streaking across her face.

"You promise I won't wake in that place again?" She slurred as the drug took effect. The brunette soothed her forehead nodding her head in confirmation.

"You have my word." Netty shuddered in relief and her eyes drifted closed. She knew no more after that.

With their injured ward safely in the ambulance and driving away with Carter and the doctor, the troop began their trek back to the factory along with their reinforcements. To make sure that they didn't leave anything of scientific value behind, they had insisted on Howard Stark's personal involvement along with his small crew of scientists and doctors. As much as they wanted to retrace the young woman's steps, they had to abandon this in favor of investigating the factory further and in depth. Upon arriving they divided into groups, each taking one of Stark's crew with them to make sure nothing was left behind with Howard going along with the Howling Commandos.

"So I've been hearing whispers that the kid you found jumped off a cliff." The dark haired millionaire started with as he rummaged through undamaged filing boxes to break the eerie quiet. He never really could stand silence, especially when he was in a room that reminded him of something from a Frankenstein movie. "Is that true?" He asked Steve as he began tucking any relevant into an SSR box. Steve turned to Bucky and he in turn answered. "I wouldn't go as far to say it was a cliff, but yeah was definitely a long drop to the water below." Howard couldn't help the whistle that left his lips as he made his way to a wall full of folders and began looking through them. "Damn that girl's got moxie, always liked a girl with moxie!" Steve knowing full well by now what the scientist was like with women tried to stir him into another line of conversation. "From what we've seen and heard from her so far, I get the feeling that she felt that she had no other option." A muttered "I suppose so" from Stark thankfully stopped that discussion in its tracks. They had work to do.

Howard's POV

Having gathered everything from the lab/office that he deemed was crucial to the SSR and boxing it ready to be loaded into the trucks outside. He was ready to leave. 'Cause seriously this place is giving me the creeps.' It was as he was leaving the room, he'd noticed a door nobody had been yet and walked over to it. "Say! Has anyone been in this room yet?" When everyone confirmed to the negative, he tried the door to find it was locked. "Allow me." Was the loud response from Dugan as he swiftly kicked down the door. Groping his way to a light switch he flicked it over only to feel the contents of his stomach trying to come up his throat. All around him were shelves full of what he hoped were not human organs, stores of vials of what looked like blood and other colorful liquids. In the center of the room was an operating table that looked to have dried blood on and around it. He didn't wait to be told and began filming the contents of the room whilst another took photos. Everything needed to be documented, cataloged and removed methodically. "My God!" He whispered hoarsely as he shakily left the factory and leaned on a wall to compose himself. "I knew they were twisted but this?" He gave a shaky sigh as he stood beside the captain and his sergeant. When they were riding in the truck and a safe distance away from the burning inferno of what had been the factory, he muttered, "I've never seen anything like this."

Steve and Bucky's POV

They didn't expect this. Ever since Assano, they thought they knew what Hydra and possibly the Nazi's were capable of. They hadn't been prepared when they took their first glances around the room, yet continued to gaze horrified by what they were sure could never be unseen again. No one who entered the room of unspeakable evil left unaffected by the terrors they witnessed. Some were being sick, others crying and some quiet with green/gray faces refusing to speak to anyone on the truck back to base. They let out sighs and breathing deeply to compose themselves. They personally made sure that that building was razed to the ground.

Everyone was silent on the way back until they heard Howard Stark mutter shakily to himself. "I've never seen anything like this."

"I have!" They both answered in tandem.

When they finally pulled up at their base of operations, they jumped out and immediately made their way to medical where they knew they'd find a certain Miss Annette Birkinshaw.

It was time to get some answers.