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Colonel Phillips POV

Once he got over the fact of the big accident in the SSR lab was never to be mentioned ever again in the face or Dr. Erskine, he could start writing the incident reports.

"Ok… this is probably the worst part of the job." He told himself as he leafed through the reports, knowing full well he'd be writing out Erskine a lot in many of the papers to come. He briefly wondered where Bucky had gone, probably for some tail, he thought.

Where did that leave Howard?

His eyes narrowed as they fell upon the first sheet. Clearly he had another mishap with the 'flying' Cadillac.

More like crashing into the office 'flying' Cadillac… Phillips thought

But most of the accidents Howard had come across during his time in the SSR lab were forgivable. Unfortunately, it provided with a massive amount of paperwork for the Colonel to do.

"Stupid Howard…" He growled as he leaved through fifteen pages of incidents.

"Jesus man, why can't you do anything right?" His eyes widened as the page numbers grew.

His eyes trailed over another name, Heinz Kruger…

"Hmm…" Phillips leaved through and his mouth be4came an 'o' in horror.

"Sixty-five?" He snarled at the papers.

"In one week… oh my God." He dropped the stack of papers and rubbed his graying temples.

He would definitely have to have a talk with Mr. Stark.

"More like punch you until you get it right…" He muttered to himself as he separated the incidents from hazardous to people and hazardous to just Howard. At least there were only five that would have harmed people.

"Too bad you didn't burn yourself, or oxidize your arm or something." He joked. He knew he would have to get a record and get a firsthand account on Howard's behalf to fulfill the requirement of the incident report.

That would mean he'd have to call him in…

Phillips didn't hate Howard, but the behavior, personal and professional, bothered him. He picked up the phone and dialed the man's office.

No answer…

He slammed the phone down until it gave a weak creaking sound in defeat against the receiver.

Phillips wanted to rip the cord from the wall as he tapped his thumb on the high stack of paper. If he had to suffer, then so would Howard.

After enough thought, he'd made it out the door and strode over to his office.

No Howard, of course…

Phillips caught the unmistakable tuft of spikey yet refined black-haired head of his target nearing the exit door.

"Oh I don't think so." Phillips snatched the back of Howard's fancy and rather expensive suit coat and yanked him back, hard enough to hear a rip.

"Don't think you're getting out of this." He held up a massive stack of papers. Phillips gave a victorious smile as Howard feigned surprise as he failed to make his escape.

"Sorry sir, I'll get right on that." He took the papers and frowned as slunk back to his office, shoulders slumped with the effort.

Colonel Phillips smiled rather profusely as he made it back to his office. He met eyes with Erskine, who sat in the chair opposite his desk. It surprised the Colonel that he would even show up in his current state.

"Umm… what can I do for you?" He sat down and turned his chair to face… her.

He watched as she fixed her glasses and showed him some of the reports that has been taken from the serum file.

"Nothing from file Rebirth' Bc283-33 was taken was it?" The colonel eyed her suspiciously.

"No… but my identification one was tampered with." She closed her eyes and sighed, while Phillips tried not to stare. He certainly didn't notice how black her curly hair had become of the fact that that lab coat barely managed to hide her braless chest. Braless?

Phillips looked down at his papers as he tried to chase away the fleeting thoughts he knew shouldn't be there.

It wouldn't be so bad, I mean she is a woman now… fuck.

Phillips listened absent-mindedly as she went off about the chromosome count was swapped as well as three other genetic traits had been swapped as well.

The Colonel scratched his head as he fought for internal control, he wasn't some hormonal teenager, nor did he ever plan to be one. He was a proper polite gentleman and intended to remain that way.

"I am seriously over thinking this whole situation." He said aloud without realization.

"Are you ok Chester?" Abraham asked.

"Uh yes… Don't worry, it's just a lot of paperwork that I have to clean up." He lied.

"Yeah ok…" Abraham's large eyes casted downwards.

"What's wrong, it can't be that bad can it?" He nodded towards her form sitting in the chair.

"I need to buy things I would have never have bought myself." Abraham fidgeted with the buttons on the lab coat.

Erskine POV

"Sorry, I don't even know what size I am and I can't even fathom how long I will have to stay like this." The scientist finished.

"Want me to help?" He set the stack of yellow papers on his desk and scooted closer to her. Phillips could hear her sharp intake of breath as the proximity between them closed to a few inches. He was tall and filled in the space above her. Though the man had aged yes, sliver at the temples, yet a deep brown along the back of his hair, he hadn't lost any.

Oh am I actually thinking this? She thought. Maybe the serum is reacting to female thought processes?

She contemplated.

With receiving no answer from her brilliant mind, she knew they had to find a solution, and fast. No way on earth, did she ever want her wife and children to find out.

"Shit!" She grabbed Colonel Phillip's shoulders and shook him. The older man's eyes widened with her efforts, clearly surprised by her actions. She knew she was one of the few that could do that to him without provoking the inner warrior in him.

"What am I going to do with my family?" She almost shrieked. His eyes widened further as he thought of the consequences as well.

"Divorce?" He joked, but then regretted it as soon as Erskine's face fell into her hands. He wrapped his arms around her in a genuine fashion and comforted her. This was the least of her problems pretty soon.

Howard POV

He grumbled at the eighty-five pages of incidents he had caused this week. He was an aspiring machinist; he didn't need to waste time with bullshit like this.

"Fuck me…" He snorted and flipped through the papers. He remembered each one too. The first one on the list involved a tire soaring off in the distant corners of the lab, practically putting everyone in danger. He knew that a lot of trouble came from that Cadillac, but he loved that car. He started thinking about something else he loved.

Steve…

He felt heat rise in his face and stomach as he thought of him. How annoying to have Bucky break them up and yell at him like that. It seemed cruel not to let him have any fun, especially with the most fun guy in the office. He wondered how often Steve would look at the picture in his absence. His happy thoughts were tossed aside when he heard a banging knock at his office door.

"What is it now Phillips?" He pulled open the door only to reveal a woman instead. She had black shoulder-length hair and eyes that looked as if they could tear a person apart if need be.

"Yes?" He eyed her rather attractive frame, suspiciously. He wouldn't let up, she looked like a fighter.

"Name's Maria." She frowned and pushed past him and into his office.

"Excuse you!" Howard snapped as she sat down in his chair.

What the fuck did she think she was doing?

His eyes narrowed as she eyed his papers on the desk.

"I see you've been a busy man." She looked them over and picked them up. Howard didn't like the way this broad intimidated him, though he found that to be quite an attractive feature of a desired partner.

He shuddered at the thought of her bent over his desk, though quickly shaking the thought away. He knew he had a problem, but he didn't want to hurt Steve so he just stood there.

"For a small fee, I can do this paperwork for you Howard." She smiled and waved them I the air.

"Something tells me you won't be cheap… but you'll be thorough." He stared as his nails as she got out of the chair. Much to Howard's own surprise he'd fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed her a wad of bills, anything to get out of here and see Steve again.

She pushed rather provocatively past him with a smile on her red lips, making Howard smile long with her.

"Sorry sweetie, I don't bat for your team." She laughed and met Peggy at the door, catching her arm in arm and leaving.

Howard blinked back his surprise and he snatched his keys off the desk and slammed the door shut.

The pastel Cadillac soared through the wet streets of the Brooklyn night. He had to find out if Steve would be ok.

Once he stopped at a café he could see Steve's small frame at the back of a booth and other people were standing near him, they didn't look friendly either. Howard stomped on the gas and screeched into the parking lot, stirring up dust and gravel in his wake.

"The fuck?" He snapped as he stormed over to Steve's table. Many of the guys backed off, save for one that seemed persistent to mock Steve further.

Howard stomped towards him and tried not to pull out his keys and cut off his nose. Though a rather disturbing end, he deemed it fit for how he was treating Steve. He shoved the taller man to the ground and looked Steve over.

"I'm okay; he didn't hit me or anything." Steve answered his unasked question. Howard frowned as he responded.

"It doesn't have to be physical to hurt you Steve." Howard knew full well that practically any kind of physical pain would heal; the same couldn't be said for emotional wounds.

"Got a problem asshole?" Howard snapped at the man and picked up the sample wine at the table and threw it and him and his retreating friends. He had a temper, but he wasn't about to leave Steve's bullies alone and without punishment.

"They won't be back here for a while." He smiled at Steve, who still looked perplexed.

"What's wrong Steve?" Howard leaned closer than he should have in public, he didn't care much for what people thought of his relationships, public be damned.

"Bucky's gone missing, he was supposed to ship out this afternoon, but he hasn't sent me a massage that he's bade it or not." Steve's worry quickly grew.

So that's why he was so jealous of him taking up Steve's time the whole day… oops…

Howard brushed off the guilt and led Steve out of the café and left a generous tip on the table for the wine. If he was going to be an asshole, then he wanted to be able to continue to go places without hassle. If he paid them generously then they wouldn't have a problem with his outlandish behavior.

"Let's go home for a bit, and then figure out some options first shall we?" Howard smiled as he let Steve into the powder blue Cadillac.

Here's chapter five, it's going to get steamy in the next chapter, so be prepared! XD Steve and Howard learn even more about each other and Bucky doesn't plan on being Johann's subject for much longer! :D Thanks for reading, and reviewing. Reviewers get into the 'hall of fame' XD Enjoy! Input is greatly appreciated!