Finding Love in France (Alternate Version)

Part 1: 1944. Germany. 20km away from the French border

As the tired, weary men of the 107th followed behind them, a few of the Howling Commandos are busy talking about the first things they're going to do when they get back to base. Their leader, an unusually tall, bulky blonde with cobalt eyes, talked about getting some sleep and "maybe taking his girl somewhere nice", while his best friend just laughed.

"Steve, do you even know how to go somewhere nice?" The tall, scruffy brunette with the steel-blue eyes couldn't stop laughing at his clueless friend.

"Guess I have to figure that part out when we get back, huh, Buck? Any suggestions?" joked the big guy.

"You gotta be kidding me, pal. The mess hall not fancy enough for Peggy?" The brunette was still laughing, but couldn't help being a little jealous that his formerly invisible friend was now the one with the love life. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone on a date, it had been ages...

It must have shown on his face, as his friend elbowed him in the ribs and said "Aw, come on, Buck, you just haven't had a chance to meet any girls in a while. You'll be leaving me in the dust again before you know it" laughed the blonde.

"Yeah, sure, Steve. Not like there's a war going on or anything." He had to stop himself there, as he still hadn't dealt with everything that had happened to him in the past few years. If he started to think about it, he knew he would not be able to stop. It was late spring, only a few months after his friend had rescued him from certain death, and he refused to go there on this seemingly carefree afternoon.

As the men continued to walk through the woods, they heard someone yell "TAKE COVER!"

Instantly, they were surrounded by enemy troops, seriously outmanned and outgunned. Before they could even react, men started falling to the ground, bullets flying, the stench of gunfire burning their nostrils.

"Bucky! Go left! I'll head right. Dugan, flank Buck!" Captain Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, barked at his men, while running towards a tree line to the right.

"Steve! On your left!" screamed his best friend, Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, as he tried to alert his friend to incoming fire, and diving behind a low rock pile.

Over the course of the next few hours, they did their best, but lost sight of each other in the chaos.