Ryan had a deep found love for Jeeps, that much was undeniable, so when he saw a 1942 Ford GPW listed for $1,000, he just had to go look at it, he didn't even care that the lady selling it had no clue if it ran our not, if it didn't, he would just ask Pooch to help him with it. Even though it was a Ford it was still considered one of the earliest Jeeps. It was also said to be a predecessor of the Hummer, something he thought was a nifty fact, especially because his aunt Jess said his dad had gushed about a Hummer that Pooch had driven a couple years ago on a mission of some sort that they went on back when dad and the rest of the Losers were considered KIA after that whole helicopter thing in Bolivia.

They were all, except for Roque obviously, legally alive again. The address that he had been given appeared to be a hobby farm, the chickens pecking the dirt in front of the house and a pile of tee posts made him almost certain of that. Putting his friend's truck in park he hopped out and knocked on the front door. With shrinking hinges that faded green door opened to reveal an older lady on the other side

"Are you here to look at the Jeep"?

"Yes ma'am, I love Jeeps and even though I haven't seen a picture of her, yet I knew I couldn't just keep flipping through the Classifieds and pass up this opportunity, my names Ryan by the way" He held his hand out and she shook it with a smile

"Margaret, but please do call me Peggy. The Jeep belonged to one of my dearest friends but when he went off to fight in the war he left it with my sister. I was overseas with the war effort as well you see, otherwise he would have left it with me. I was the only one of the three of us that made it back, and I just can't stand the thought of her sitting in the barn gathering dust any longer. It's a little strange you know; my friend had such a fascination for motorcycles I just don't understand why he became so infatuated with this Jeep."

She pulled open the barn door, waving her hand in front of her face as the action kicked up dirt.

"It's in the back corner under that tarp, I'm going to head back up to the house, you let me know if you need anything."

She turned to walk away and then she paused, slowly turning back to him.

"You know Ryan, you look like him. You look like my Steve".

With that she walked back up to the house and closed the door. Deciding to unpack that statement later he walked towards the back wall and that wonderful, mysterious tarp. Pulling it off he coughed at the thick cloud of dust. Once that settled and he could breathe again he let out a soft gasp. She was beautiful. Almost immaculate and definitely in perfect condition. Deciding why not he reached into the glove box to see if the keys might be in there, lo-and-behold they were, alongside a note that he decided to read later, Sliding the key into the ignition he sent out a quick prayer that this hairbrained idea might actually work and then he turned it. The sound of the engine rumbling to life made him flinch and then he let out a cheer. Putting her in first he rolled out of the barn. Everything seemed to be good so far, aiming for the ramps on the end of the trailer that was hooked up to his frowned truck he guided her on up and turned her off, making sure she wasn't going to go anywhere. Jumping off of the trailer he walked back up to the front door. Before he could knock Peggy opened the door, clutching a picture frame to her chest.

Turning it around she showed him the black and white picture of three people in their early twenties. Both of the men in the picture had their arms slung around the shoulders of a girl standing in between them, and they all wore face splitting smiles.

"This is myself, Steve, and Bucky, they grew up together and I met them in our teenage years, Steve always got the reputation of being a boy scout and a rule follower, I think it was his blue eyes and open face that led people to think that. People always thought that Bucky was the one that was most likely to cause a ruckus, but that wasn't true. Bucky hauled Steve out of more fights than I can remember, he was always looking down any ally that he passed just to make sure that Steve wasn't down at the end of one fighting someone twice his size and getting his skinny rear end handed to him. Hell, I'm pretty sure that Bucky didn't realize he was doing it half of the time, but he also followed him into just as many. They died a few weeks apart; I don't think Steve could live without him."

Ryan looked at the picture, at the smiling man and he couldn't help but agree with Peggy and try not to giggle at the same time, her prim way of describing what he could only assume to be a couple of hoodlums was adorable and sure, Steve was a lot narrower than he was, but they could have passed for twins with how close their faces were. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the stack of hundreds and handed it to Peggy.

"If you would be okay with it, I would love to come back and listen to your stories. I might even ask my dad to come with me, he's in the Army as well "

"I'd love that dear, have a good day, and be safe in that Jeep, Steve would have loved to know that someone is loving her now just as he did then." Smiling, Ryan nodded and left.

Sitting on his couch in a pair of sweatpants he carefully unfolded the paper, being extra careful to avoid the crumbling edges

2/19/1942

My name is Private Steven Rogers and if you're reading this then I didn't make it home, and I guess that Bucky didn't either because he was supposed to get Sarah if something happened to me, I named her after my mom. I wouldn't expect Peggy to keep her even though she is my best girl but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true, this Jeep was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you and though you may take her and make her your own, you'll always be riding with Private Steven Rogers.

Ryan put this letter in a Ziplock and then put it back in the glove box, he just felt that it was something that needed to stay with Sarah, he also decided that he needed to keep her name as well. In all honesty the Jeep didn't need too much to make it run like a charm again, new fluids and some general maintenance, and though her engine did not necessarily thunder, Sarah was a quiet one after all, she still purred. Once his dad stopped rambling on about random facts on Hummers and how that tied into the history of Army Jeeps he got that glint in his eye that usually led to trouble and bad life choices and then said that they should paint her canary yellow even though it wasn't the green that those Jeeps are always painted, and it was just wild enough that Ryan went with it. Anyways it definitely caught the eye of everyone that saw her, not just pretty girls, war nuts were always fawning over her and telling him that it was just absolutely disrespectful that he had painted her that god awful color, Ryan tried to ignore them, because that was something that he and his dad did together and the first time that Clay and Pooch saw her after her makeover they both simultaneously asked if it was Jensen's idea, Cougar just snorted and kissed the top of his dads head, fondly calling him an idiot as he did so.

Ryan wanted to keep everything as close to OEM as he could, so he didn't put a radio in it and instead got a big ass speaker that he put in the back seat. Even though it wasn't even technically part of the Jeep the oldies still predominantly came out of it, even if they weren't on the playlist that Ryan had picked, 'The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' by the Anderson sisters seemed to be a favorite. At least Ryan was pretty sure that someone was picking favorites because every now and then he got the feeling if she turned really quick, he would see a soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to him. That thought was confirmed when he was at a Petunias game cheering on Beth and his dad had asked him who was leaning on Sarah, and when Ryan looked over at her he saw someone wearing a WW2 uniform, he was taller and way broader than he was in Peggys picture, but there was no denying that they had the same face. Ryan told his dad that it was a young man named Steve Rogers, who fought for this country and never made it home, his dad almost choked on his drink

"Wait, Steve Rogers?"

"Yeah, why did you say that like I should know who it is?"

"He was your grandfather, my mother was one of the USO girls that he toured with, holy, Peggy must be AUNT Peggy! Mom didn't know how to get a hold of her after the war, but she made sure i knew her name, I guess Dad had talked about her a lot, enough that Mom knew they were never going to be a serious thing because dad was always going to go home to his best girl, well if he had not crashed a plane in the arctic and died"

"Hey, dad, why are we seeing him so buff, the picture she showed me of them he was just a little guy"

"Oh, that was because of a top-secret science experiment that injected him with a super soldier serum so he could win against the Nazis because they also had a guy that was injected with an earlier version of the same drug that made him red and had a Voldemort effect to his face"

" You're not supposed to know any of that are you"

" No, not at all, Cougar made me stop hacking into stuff after that because I spent like 2 days worried that the drug caused a recessive red gene and even though Dad wasn't red I might become red, or when I had kids, they may be born red"

Ryan saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked at Cougar who was glaring at Jensen with the one eye that they could see from under the hat. Recognizing the glare as only reserved for his dad when he was under dramatizing the story he snorted as Cougar sighed

"Two days, try two weeks ese, you wouldn't let me sleep you were so worried about it. Oh, and you can't leave out the fact that you were legitimately scared that your nose would fall off at any given time. Culo estúpido, nerd con cafeína"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, love you too, mi adorable, gruñón, amor de mi vida"

"Dad gross, stop with the lovey dovey, Cougar go back to sleep, or whatever it is you do when you aren't avidly scoping out a girls soccer game."

Grumbling Cougar pulled his hat back down over his eyes

"The Jeep was once a dream of his back when it was new, he told me to take her and make her my own, but he also made me aware that I'd always be riding with him, hell, I'm proud to be riding with Steve Rogers"

Ryan drove that Jeep everywhere, in town and out in canyons that he had no place being in. One night it had been raining and he was out mudding and after a while he decided that it was time to head back to the house and on a curve that he must have taken to fast the Jeep rolled, the clay on the tires must have obscured enough of the treads that he didn't have enough traction, that mixed with the high roll over rate those Jeeps had ended bad. He still doesn't remember much about that crash, or the Jeep catching on fire, luckily it could still be restored, but a couple accounts of people who saw it saw that they saw a soldier pull him out, they didn't get his name, but Ryan knew without a doubt that it was a young man and his grandfather named Steve Rogers, who fought for his country and never made it home, but for every dream that shattered another one comes true, this Jeep was once a dream of his back when it was new, Ryan knew he wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along, that night he was riding with Private Rogers. He thanked God that he was riding with Steve Rogers.

Him and his dad had been working on Sarah for weeks, trying to get her back to where she was, it took a lot of scouring to find original parts for her, or as close to original as they could get. Ryan was wiping sweat off of his forehead when he remembered a name

"Hey dad,"

"Yeah Ry"

"Aunt Peggy had mentioned someone named Bucky, said that him and Granddad were inseparable, do you know who that is"?

"Who the hell is Bucky"?