Justforarose

"I suppose you're not thinking of a kiss on the cheek." You said, one part of you was panicking, embarrassed and maybe even scared upon his answer. Still somewhere in your chest you could feel the speed of your heartbeat increasing. You let nothing of what was going on inside you come out and stayed at least from the looks calm. "Exactly." His smirk even widened and he tapped a finger on his lips. You sighed and shook your head. "Listen, I don't have time for this. I still have a report to write and I need to finish it until evening. We can deal about this then." With this you turned on your heel and walked as fast as you could to your tent.

(A/N:I think this adds the right mood:[link]) After you arrival at the camp you worked to set up a proper team, which wouldn't get into a fight as soon as you looked away. Your squadmades were odd but after a while you learned to trust them.  Corporal Timothy 'Dum Dum' Dugan and of course Bucky, were the ones you trusted most. It wasn't easy at first to establish a certain kind of reputation in the camp. Being objectified was familiar to you, but it still was annoying and somehow it hurt you somewhere deep down. There were still the nurses, to whom you could go, but your pride wouldn't allow it. But after the first mission completely under

Somewhere in Italy, 1942: You stepped in the tent, they told you the captain was in. He stood with the back to you hunk over a map of the local area. Little red and blue flags were showing the position of the troops and the enemy. On the other side of the table another soldier was sitting in front of a typewriter, typing what the captain dictated. "…as killed in action." He finished the dictation. You cleared your throat to call their attention. The captain turned around and scanned you. You saluted "Sir, my name is Staff Sergeant (Name) Clarke. I was sent here by…" you began but he cut you off. "Yeah I know, I know. Save your b

London, 1942: You walked up the stairs to your parent’s apartment. Once you stood in front of their door you breathed out nervously, twitched the skirt of your uniform in the right place and pushed the doorbell. "It's open!" You heard the voice of your mother from inside. You opened the door and stepped inside. "Mom? Dad?" You roamed through the rooms. Your old nursery was still as it was when you moved out. Exactly fifteen years ago you had stood right here examining your new room. As your father had foreseen, you had found new friends and learned to love London. Although you hadn't found something equal to the friendship Steve and B

(A/N:I would recommend listening to this song while reading. ===> [link] Sorry it's just a life version of the song, but I think it kinda adds the right mood.) You and your parents said at the dining table, eating the dinner you and your mother had cooked together. Music was slowly playing in the background. "How was your day sweetheart?" Your mother looked at you. "Cool. We played war again. I won." She sighed. "Honey I told you how I think about this game. Why can't you play family or something like this? Something that fits more for a lady." She always wanted you to be more feminine, to wear skirts, to play with dolls and to go shoppin

1927: The last day of summer was always the most fun one. You and your two best friends went to the big tree behind your parents’ house and play the whole day. "C'mon Steve! Hurry!" Bucky shouted. "(Name)'s already there!" The boy ran the last feet until he reached you. You were already swinging from one of the branches, smiling wide. "Don't wait for me just go on. I will catch up." You heard Steve's voice from the little path. "Race to the top of the tree? I wanna know if you can break my record." Bucky nodded without hesitation. "But you have to come down here. No head start for you this time." He pleaded. "Oh c'mon, I thought yo

Comparisons are easily made. You woke up from the ticking noise of the clock on the wall. It seemed louder, than usual. You sat down to your dressing table looking back to the bed. The man you had spent last night was still wrapped in the sheets, sleeping deeply. You opened the right drawer of the table and carefully pulled out the bible you always kept there. You opened it slowly and took the picture of him out. Once you've had the taste of perfection. In the picture was your husband in his uniform. James Buchanan Barnes from the 107th. You clamped it behind the frame of the mirror so you could look at it while putting on make-up and ass

1940 Zola had come to visit her again. He roamed the workshop, examining the limps she had created "Wissen Sie, Fräulein Schröter, eine unserer Zellen weiter östlich haben uns eine Anregung für ein neues Projekt zukommen lassen. (You know, Miss Schroeter, one of our cells in the east gave us a suggestion for a new project.)" She looked at him confused. "Was hat das mit mir zu tun? (Does this has to do anything with me?)" She asked. He was smiling that weird smile again, the one filled with creepy anticipation. That was never something good, someone was going to get hurt. A lot, but what could she do? She was just

The soldier seized her by the arm and pulled back to the workshop. His gun caught her eye, if she could steal it, it would increase their chances to flee. But she had to wait for the right moment. He brought her back and said that he would bring her to dinner in two hours. Than he left her alone again. The silence was depressing and she worked for hours on a plan to steal the soldier’s gun. If she could distract him long enough to steal it and hide it well enough it would work. But she had to wait for the right moment. The days passed and a certain routine came in. At some point someone got her a clock for her room so she knew w

She woke up with the worst headache she ever head. Her vision was blurry, all she could see were silhouettes of men walking around. 'Fräulein Schröter wachen Sie auf. (Miss Schroeter wake up.)' She closed her eyes and opened them again. Dr. Zola sat on a chair next to her bed, as she saw him she moved immediately away from him. 'Wo bin ich? (Where am I?)' She asked. 'Sie sind in einer geheimen Hydra-basis im Schwarzwald. (You are in a secret hydra-facility in the black forest.) She wanted to touch her temple but Zola stopped her. His hand was sweaty and disgusting. 'Na na na wir wollen doch nicht das die Wunde wieder aufgeht. W