The First Mission
Later -- much later -- there would be a display at the Smithsonian, a pair of Steve's boots with a placard that Captain Rogers had walked three times what any other man walked during the escape, because he'd patrolled his men while they were marching home.
Title: First Mission
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Getting four hundred men down three days’ worth of Nazi-held road would be easier if Steve knew what the hell he was doing. Fortunately he’s got Bucky Barnes and a stubborn disposition, not to mention a spare frying pan.
Notes: This story has been in my head forever, and I never really found a way to make it as compelling as I wanted; really I just like talking about the logistics of Steve trying to get the 107th and fellow escapees home. It’s not…really a climactic story even now that I’ve written it down, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.
Warnings: Wartime violence. No gore.
From just outside the Hydra compound, Steve watched the factory fall in on itself in flames, small explosions still rocking the ground once in a while.
His Ma had seen Triangle Shirtwaist go up (fortunately from the outside) and she’d described it to him in detail when he was a child – Ma had always indulged Steve’s love of excitement, seeing as he couldn’t have much of his own. Steve hadn’t understood the sheer destructive force she must have witnessed until now.
They should go. The escapees were gathering, near enough that he could hear their shouts and the rumble of tank engines. They’d need a strong hand to get four hundred soldiers home. But he almost couldn’t look away, and Bucky didn’t seem in any hurry.
“I can’t believe you did that, you dumb shit,” Steve said finally.