Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (10) Ten ~ ...the girl who told him so

It's been a while since I last saw Steve Rogers.

I've been traveling with the SSR around Europe. We started out in London, then made our way to France, and are now currently in Italy. Howard has been doing something with the science division up here near the front lines (what that is I have no clue) while I have helped repair all of their tanks, jeeps, weapons, and anything else needing to be fixed. I'm not sure what Peggy has been up to, as I have been spending most of my time in the small building that houses the broken equipment, but I'm sure it is something that has been boring her to bits.

Currently, all of the men who weren't at the front lines are sitting watching a show that has been traveling the country, selling bonds to help with the war effort.

The Captain America Show.

I was able to catch it right as it started since I wanted to watch the 'Captain' in action. Things took an awkward turn, however, when Steve got to the end of his song and asked the crowd of active duty soldiers that were a mere five miles from the front lines how many of them would, and I quote, "help him sock old Adolf on the jaw?" and that he needed a volunteer. The crowd was painfully silent, with one soldier speaking up saying "I already volunteered! How do you think I got here?". The crowd laughed at that, then erupted in a roar when someone yelled for the girls to be brought back out.

Steve tried to calm the crowd of rowdy men, but in the end, just got tomatoes thrown at him. I don't even know where they got them. The mess hall doesn't have whole tomatoes, and there isn't any type of store or market close to the base. Right as Steve ran backstage, the dancers came back on, ready to perform for the horny men again. I used this as my chance to see Steve before I had to go back to work.

"Hey," I said, finding Steve outside the performers' tent, starting some type of doodle in his sketchbook. "Loved the song. You might have to give Bucky, Peggy, Howard, and I a private performance whenever we're all together so they can experience that awesomeness too." I joked.

"You can go on and say it. I know you want to." Steve said, not looking up from his book.

"Say what?" I played dumb.

"That you were right. I just became a dancing monkey for Brandt."

"Your right, I was right." I nodded my head in agreement. "But so were you." Steve finally looked at me, eyes full of confusion.

"You told me you wanted to help people. That you needed to help people. You may not be out there actively fighting, but you are going around the world selling more bonds than have ever been sold. Those bonds help go towards people like me and my crew, who are day and night getting broken down equipment that those men out there need to use up and working again so they have an actual chance of fighting this god-forsaken war and surviving. We've started to be able to get new tools that won't break on us after every use, so we're able to fix more weapons, which help kill those Nazi sons of bitches, which helps get us one step closer to beating them in this war. It's all just one big domino effect, Steve. What your doing is making a difference. You gotta trust me on that." I put my hand on his large shoulder, trying to comfort him the best I could.

"Thanks, Olivia. I guess that helps." Steve said, putting his hand on my own that was on his shoulder.

"It better, cause I don't have time to do another speech like that. My men are useless without me, so I can't be gone for too long, or else they'll start blowing stuff up." I joked. "It was really good seeing you, Steve. We should get drinks at the bar not too far from here. What do you say, tonight at 8? I can bring Peggy too." I winked. I knew those two had a thing for each other, and I was going to do my best to get them together.