April 1944
Maida Vale Bar, London"Where do all these drinks even go?" She muttered softly as she set the last beer in front of Steve while watching his team gull yet another set of beers.
"I honestly don't know."
"Is a good thing you don't leave tomorrow."
They had gotten back from another mission two days ago, successfully destroying another Hydra base which she knew had Schmidt growing more frustrated every time a base was destroyed.
She hadn't seen him in a while because he had been travelling from base to base, unlike her father who remained in Headquarters to which she hadn't gone back in quite some time. There were times they sent her to protect a base, but that only happened when they knew which base they were attacking beforehand.
After every mission the Howling Commandos would come to the bar to celebrate before either taking a few days to rest or going back to work, it had become a tradition. During that time Steve and Rosemary would either spend it on the bar when it wasn't crowded or walking around the city. Sometimes they would be joined by Bucky, who Rosemary had warmed up to, growing fond of his sense of humour and flirting, only platonic feelings, of course, she couldn't afford anything else.
At first, Steve was wary of talking about his missions since he wasn't allowed to, but he trusted Rosemary and after two missions he had begun confiding in her what occurred during them and what future steps they were planning with caution, evidently, considering he couldn't put her in danger, but she still knew more than others.
"The man in the fourth seat just opened a tab," Walter informed her motioning to a man in the stool. He glanced at her noticing her proximity to Steve, eyeing her with distrust whereas the hero with concern. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes Rosemary nodded and went back to serve the drinks she had been asked. After all, she couldn't blame the man's distrust and fear.
During her espionage duties, she had been reporting important information to Hydra about the SSR's technology but as far as missions went, she was able to disrupt Hydra's reactions.
Whenever she knew where the team would strike, she managed to tell her superiors the necessary days late so that when they found out, Steve and the Howling Commandos already would have arrived, only telling on them on time when she knew the base wasn't important enough. Occasionally, she was sent to the bases and the few times she encountered the Howling Commandos she was careful enough to not injure any of them severely and made sure that they were still capable of destroying the base.
The success of the SSR thanks to the men who were currently getting drunk, except for the super-soldier —much to his dismay—, increased her confidence that Hydra could be defeated. She found comfort in knowing that her ideas of saving her mother and being free weren't just daydreams anymore but could become true. Motivating her to keep acting as she had desired for all these years.
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Respect | S. Rogers [1]
FanfictionRespect /rɪˈspɛkt/: admiration felt for someone or something; politeness, honour and care showed for someone or something; or to accept the importance of someone's rights. I am a weapon. That's what Hydra had drilled into her mind. She was meant to...