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"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim."

Nora Ephron

Chapter Eight - Fights

It had been a few months since their time in London, and Clara had been spending her time at the army camps where Bucky was stationed working as a nurse. She was currently at a camp in France, and though there were currently no injuries to attend to, she was still spending her time with the wounded soldiers.

"Qu'est-ce que vous travaillez comme avant la guerre?" (What did you work as before the war?) she asked the wounded soldier

"Je suis une formation pour devenir avocat, comme mon père" (I was training to become a lawyer, like my father) he replied, "Je voulais le rendre fier" (I wanted to make him proud)

"Je suis sûr qu'il est fier de vous maintenant" (I am sure he is proud of you now) she assured him, "Avez-vous une dame spéciale retour à la maison?" (Have you got a special lady back home?)

"Son nom est Abella" (Her name's Abella) he told her, his eyes lighting up at the mention of her, "Nous allons de se marier quand je reviens" (We are going to marry when I return)

"À quoi ressemble-t-elle?" (What is she like?) Clara asked

"Elle est belle, et la nature, et intelligent" (She is beautiful, and kind, and smart) he said, wistfully

"Elle sonne comme une fille merveilleuse" (She sounds like a wonderful girl) said Clara

"Elle est" (She is)

Clara opened her mouth to speak, but abruptly closed it at the sound of gunfire. Her eyes shot towards the entrance, the gunfire was getting closer and closer, as were the sound of footsteps. "Reste silencieux" (Stay quiet) she ordered the soldier, grabbing the scaple from the tray, and hid behind the desk next to the entrance.

The enemy soldier entered the tent, gun pointed at the patients. She stood up, sneaking up behind him, and jabbed the scaple into his neck, piercing through the skin and into his jugular vein. Blood began to pour from the wound, the man grabbing onto it as he fell to the ground. She stepped onto the hand he held the gun in, crushing his fingers so he would let go. After he dropped the weapon, she picked it up from the ground, turning back to the soldier she was just speaking with.

"Allez, je vais être bien" (Go, I will be fine) he assured her

She reached down and grabbed the handgun from the dead soldier, passing it over to the injured soldier, "Je suppose que vous savez quoi faire" (I assume you know what to do)

"Je vais tirer sur tout bâtard qui vient dans" (I will shoot any bastard that comes in) he proudly announced

"C'est l'idée" (That's the spirit) she said

Clara readied her weapon, pulling back the tent flap to step outside. She crouched down behind one of the contaimers. She leant the gun on the containers, shielding her body, cocking the gun, she began to open fire on the enemy soldiers.

As she continued to shoot at the enemy soldiers, she failed to notice one come up behind her. Only noticing when she heard the shot letting out a cry, the gun fall ing from her hands to the ground, as she fell back behind the container. She heard her name being called, looking up to see Falsworth and Dugan kneeling next to her.

"I need to get to the infirmary" she told them

"Take her, I'll cover you" said Dugan

Falsworth scooped her up into his arms, beginning his mad dash towards the infirmary. Her vision began to darken as he laid her down on one of the beds. The voices of him and the doctor turned into white noise, as she faded from consciousness.

Slowly, Clara began to wake up. Her vision was blurry, and the voices were muffled, but eventually, things became clear. She heard her name being called, looking to her side to see Bucky sitting there.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her

"Like I got shot" she replied

"You were very lucky Clara" said Doctor Jones, "Clean shot, through and through, no internal damage. All you'll have now is a scar"

"Thank you" she said

"Hope you feel better" said the doctor, walking off to help another patient

"Is everyone okay?" She asked Bucky

"Scrapes and bruises, we're all fine" he said, "You gave me quite the scare"

"You can't get rid of me that easily" she teased

"You're being sent to London, you can work for the SSR there" he told her, "We'll still be able to see each other, you'll be safe there"

"I suppose that's the best scenario, better then being sent home at least" she said, "Imagine what my family will say when they found out I've been shot"

"You're grandmother will probably kill us both" he said

"Oh well, now I've got a scar with a cool story behind it" she said, "One to tell the grandkids I suppose"

"You're planning that far in advance" he said, "I think we need to have children first"

"After the war, we'll get started on it" she told him, "Have our own little brood"

"Enough to field a baseball team?"

"I think you're being a bit optimistic there" she said, "Besides, you know you're the only reason I go to baseball games"

"It's a good thing you suffer for me" he said, "I almost broke up with you when you said you hated baseball"

"I don't hate it, I just prefer sports of a faster nature" she said, "Besides, I can't be too much of your perfect match, it just wouldn't be fair"

"I think you're perfect enough"

"Stop your lovey-doveyness" teased Dugan, "You're making me sick"

"You're just jealous" said Clara, "You need to find yourself a girlfriend"

"It's on the top of my to-do list, after winning the war" he replied

"Thank you, both of you" she said to Dugan and Falsworth,

"Not a problem" said Falsworth, "Didn't think Barnes could function without his wife"

"You should've seen his face" said Dugan,

"Steve, can you please help me here?" Said Bucky, as Steve approached the table

"Sorry, can't help you there" said Steve, "I've seen your obsession first hand for three years"

"Because you're not at all obsessed with Peggy" countered Clara

"Oh, she's got you there, Cap" said Dugan, "We better go pack up before we head out"

"Hope you feel better" said Falsworth, the pair of them exiting the tent

"You're leaving?" She asked

"Don't worry, we'll see each other before Christmas" Bucky promised her, pressing a kiss to her forehead

"Both of you look after each other" she ordered them, pointing her finger at them, "And try not to die"

"We'll try our hardest" said Steve

Please tell me what you think of this chapter. Was it realistic? Did you enjoy it? What do you think of Clara's actions and her characterization? Don't forget about the poll on my profile, I'd love for you all to vote. One more chapter, and then it's on to the sequel.