Here's the newest chapter. I've been meaning to do something like this for a long time and it's on a personal headcannon so I'm sure not everyone will agree, but I kinda hope you can respect the idea ^^''

At any rate, I'll be putting another (maybe two later one) mini series here (like the Prank War one) called New Command. It'll span through a few chapters, not sure how many, but they'll come one after the other (I hope) but will be tagged with the New Command title so you'll know which ones are with that series.

Yeah, that's about it for now. I really hope people come back to this story. Things are still the same. Read, review and enjoy ^^

Chapter 13 Family in arms

"What do you mean I can't come along?" Peggy steamed, walking alongside Lieutenant Bryan.

"I said what I said Carter – you aren't fit for this," the man turned, annoyance in his eyes and voice, before turning back.

"I was the one who got the location!" she called after him. Neither seemed to care the whole camp was seeing the scene.

"Well good for you. Now head back to what you're actually good at!" with a final glare, Bryan boarded the truck which was already occupied by soldiers and drove off.

The place around was quiet, with Carter standing there, trying to keep calm. Her jaw was locked, eyes closed as she took calming breathes. In the next second, she turned on her heels and headed back to her place, and things went back to normal.

"…Well, seems like that went well," Dugan muttered, throwing the darts.

"I was surprised you didn't punch him in the face," Jones grinned, sitting on the bed.

"He is a superior officer," Jim shrugged, glancing at the table from next to Dum Dum.

"He is also an asshole," Dernier said, getting another glass of whisky.

"Language," Steve sighed, sitting next to the drinker.

"But it's true," Bucky shrugged, handing the glass to her.

"Bryan has always been like that…" Monty shook his head, a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you all," Peggy had her eyes closed and drowned another glass.

"You really shouldn't care about what he says," even Stark was here, sitting across her.

"I don't care what he thinks… but when it leads to me not being allowed on missions…" she sighed, rubbing her head. She had gotten a margin this morning and it was still there.

"You know we always take you along with us if we can," Timothy threw in, a smile on his face.

"I know and I'm grateful for that," she nodded, opening her eyes. "But those are your missions. I want to finish my own," she added, looking up at him.

"We're always here if you need us," Rogers looked her in the eyes.

"…Thank you," she moved a bang of hair from her face.

"It's late and I shouldn't keep you up. Thanks again for the drink and have a good night," she quickly stood up, nodding to the Howlers and left the barrack.

"She's really upset…" Falsworth ran a hand over his face.

"Understandable," Gabe scratched the back of his head, looking towards where she left.

"I'm going to have some words with Bryan," Dum Dum cracked his knuckles.

"Hey now man, no need for that," Morita put his hands up, deadpanned.

"But she's right… it's pretty late," Howard yawned and poured himself a glass.

"This week has been pretty busy…" Frenchie was already on the bed.

"…Get some rest everyone. We'll work on this tomorrow," Cap chuckled as he saw the sleepy Howlers getting ready.

"You as well Stark – don't' stay up too late," he called after the scientist.

"Do I ever?" finishing the drink, Howard waved goodbye and headed down to his lab.

"Buck?" looking at the sniper, Steve was a bit worried.

"I'm fine, but I don't think I can sleep tonight…" the Commandos knew about Barnes' nightmares – he had a tendency to wake most of them in the middle of the night.

"You sure? If you want, I can-," but before the Super Soldier could finish, James stood up.

"Yeah, I'm good. Gonna stretch my legs a bit. See ya in the morning," with a smile and a nod, Bucky headed out the barrack.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Rogers sighed and rubbed his face. He was tired, he admitted that. And if Buck wanted to be alone, he'd respect that. So, in the end, Captain America got changed and set himself on the bed, falling asleep with the rest of the team.

"Stupid," she frowned, punching the bag, eyes steady.

"Who does he think he is?" she was letting out all her frustration on the bag.

"I'll show him," the bag was being knocked back by the force.

"Move your leg a bit to the left," suddenly came from her behind and she spun towards it, fists at the ready, only to sigh and roll her eyes.

"Can't sleep?" she asked, looking at the man leaning on the wall.

"Something like that. You?" he answered, coming closer to her.

"Something like that," she answered back, turning back to the bag.

"You know, the bag doesn't punch back right?" James grinned slightly as he watched her continue the attacks.

"Most of the HYDRA soldiers don't either," she didn't turn to him, only focused on the bag.

"…Need a sparring partner?" three more hits and she turned back to him.

"You joking?" she blinked, literally not knowing if he was serious.

"Nope. I could use some more hand-to-hand myself," he shrugged as she smiled and shook her head.

"Alright then. Just don't complain if you hurt in the morning."

"Oh believe me, that's welcomed pain…" he whispered to himself, but she caught it none the less.

The kicks and punches were exchanged, but most of them were blocked. Both of them were on similar strength, despite the fact Barnes was feeling like he was stronger. But Peggy wouldn't admit a few of his hits actually hurt.

"Not half bad for a sniper," they took a few minute break, drinking the water Adam dropped by when he was passing. He seemed less surprised than he should have been. They had both changed – partly. Carter only removed her top and shoes, while Barnes took off the whole upper uniform.

"Yeah well, last time I got jumped from behind and it didn't' end really well," he shrugged, a towel over his shoulders.

"What time is it anyway?" she asked, looking at the Moon above them.

"Hmm… about one or two in the morning," he answered, drinking again.

"Just about enough time to teach you a little trick," he smirked as she raised an eyebrow.

"C'mon, it's gonna be fun!"

"Your definition of fun is blowing up HYDRA bases."

"No, that's Dernier's. Mine is shooting HYDRA guys in the head, but that's irrelevant."

"Point taken. Now, what do you want to teach?"

"It's a technique I learned during… well my earlier times as a body guard," he joked and set his drink down, looking at her.

"Just come at me," he grinned, looking a bit relaxed.

"…" she eyed him, a bit skeptical, a small smile on her face.

"You asked for it," she added, moving closer and planning a punch, when he grabbed her arm, moved her towards himself and used his legs to knock her off her feet.

"You alright?" he was smirking as she lay on the ground, more shocked than hurt.

"Y-Yes," she breathed, needed a moment and taking the offered hand.

"That is a neat trick indeed," she grinned, rubbing her hand.

"And it's easy to learn, not to mention perfect for us… not so big," he laughed as she chuckled.

"Thank you, for this," she meant the whole spar.

"What are brothers for, yeah?"

"If you're the brother, what are the others?" she raised an amused eyebrow.

"Hmm… Well, Phillips is a grumpy granddad. Dugan and Jacques are uncles. Jim, Jones and Monty are cousins. Stark's the adopted cousin. And Steve's… well, he's not part of the family," he joked while she looked shocked.

"And why is that? I would imagine you two would be brothers?"

"If we were that, you and him… well, ya know… it'd be weird, being his sister then," he started babbling as she opened her mouth, unsure if she should he mad or amused.

"Sargent Barnes!"

"I know, I know!" he threw his arms in the air.

"But hey, the important part is that we're all a family. Even if it's just in arms."

"Those are usually families for life."

"Aye to that!"

"…So, about that trick…"

"Right! It's all in the arms…" and so, he explained the technique, teaching her within a few hours as they talked about all things – from embarrassing Steve stories to deep, meaning of life ones.

When morning came, the Howlers couldn't believe their eyes as the saw Barnes and Carter joking around, talking and acting like siblings. Again, the question came up: "Are we sure they're not brother and sister?" as they could see the mischief in their eyes.

"You know… I'm not so sure anymore…" they muttered back, feeling a few chills up their spines. If those two are teaming up, then things are going to get very scary.

"Morning boys," Carter called, a smile too sweet for her on her face.

"Hope you had a good night," Barnes winked, hand in the air.

"Would you join us for breakfast?" they added as every Commando ran away, screaming something of the like: "Nope, no plans to die today!"

"Oh well, more for us."

And cut! That's that for now. Hope you found it as amusing as I did. And yes, that tick is what she used on Jarvis in Agent Carter season two episode two. Also, quick question for all you readers: Which chapter did you like the most out of all of them so far? (That includes this one if anyone's wondering)
I'd love to know, so that I can try and make any more similar to that.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and if you did, do leave a review. I hope to see you all next time~