If there wasn’t a war on you two would already be living upstate in some real nice brownstone with two dogs and a kid. As it is, when the two of you get out of this alive, that’s where you’ll end up anyway. Don’t be nervous about it. She’ll say yes. She’d say yes if you asked right now. She’d wear a God damn ring from a Cracker Jack box if it was all you had, trust me on that. She’s your forever girl.
Steve finding a letter addressed to him from Peggy after her funeral telling him how proud she was of him and how she would always love him and to never give up hope. Steve crying halfway through because there goes another piece of his heart and wishing Bucky had gotten to see her before she died. He finally gets the last paragraph in which she tells him to “take care of James, he and I always did have so much in common”. Turns out Bucky had indeed seen her. She was the one who suggested keeping the notebooks, she had some experience with keeping track of a faulty memory after all.
Meeting Michael || Closed thread w/captain-with-a-plan
No thanks to Michael’s constant prodding, both in his letters and in person, Peggy broke off her engagement to Fred very soon after Michael had met him and within the year, she’d joined the SOE. She supposed thanks to him she was now an SSR chief and Steve Rogers best girl. Steve had been found a few months after the end of the war, exactly a year after they’d lost him no less. Within the next few years, thanks to all the men and women in her life, Peggy Carter was now helping to run the organization she was once part of.
“Steve, are you excited to meet Michael?” She asks him as they sit down to Friday night supper.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Carter!Reader Warnings: Angst Summary: You’ve heard of Peggy Carter? Well this is the
story of her sister Y/N Carter, and the love between her and Bucky.
A/N: Part 3! I’m on a roll at the moment! I hope you
like it! Message me if you want to get tagged! Word Count: 1443
“Congratulations Sergeant Barnes.” I said to James.
“It’s all thanks to you really.” It took him a while but James can
successfully manage a sniper, thanks to yours truly. I was sitting in my camp
writing a letter to Peggy explaining my departure when Bucky visited.
“I can’t take all the credit. You’re just a fast learner.” I smiled
sweetly at him. (James’ heart skipped a beat).
“Can I ask you a question Miss Carter?” I lock eyes with him and my
stomach flutters. Oh how cliché…
“Depends on what it is…” He chuckles. “Why did you join to fight? You never
really answered when I asked last time.” I sighed.
“I don’t know honestly. I guess it was because my father fought in the First
World War, and I wanted to make him proud I guess… And working for hours on end
in a factory just didn’t seem right for me.”
“Fair… Tell me about your life… I mean we may not come back… And I want
to know more about you…”
“Okay… Well I was born in London in 1918… I have a little sister called Margaret
and she was born in 1921… I grew up happy… But when my father died when I was 6
my mother was never the same. Peggy doesn’t remember him she was only 3 at the
time… My mother feel into a pit of depression…” James was listening patiently,
looking at me with sympathy.
“She had a short temper… She used to take it out on us… She would-.
Anyway she committed suicide when I was 14… Peggy and I were sent to live with
our Grandmother, God rest her soul, and we were very happy… I started to teach
myself self-defence so I could protect Peggy… When the war broke out she asked
me to train her, so I did… Then my Grandmother died a few years ago. Jesus my
life is depressing…” I wiped away a stray tear that managed to escape.
“I’m sorry. For everything Miss Carter. I’m guessing you don’t get many
people to talk to this about..” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I joked.
“Nothing! Nothing!” He exclaimed. I laughed. James came up to me and gave
me a hug, I of course returned it.
“Thanks Barnes. I needed that.”
“You can call me Bucky. All my friends do.”
“Then you can call me Y/N.”
“Well then Y/N. You ready to kick some German asses?”
During the fight
“Shit!” I exclaimed as we were infiltrating a HYDRA base. “You alright
Sarg?” Dum Dum Dugan asked from behind me.
“Never better.” I grunted shooting down another Nazi.
We gathered into a small group protecting each other’s backs. with Bucky
to my right and Dum Dum to my left. I looked up seeing Nazis pouring in left
right and centre.
“LOWER YOUR WEAPONS YOU ARE SURROUNDED!” A Nazi exclaimed. I sighed in
defeat. We all lowered our weapons and raised our hands in surrender.
mean time in America
I walked over to Steve after watching the Captain America: Around the World show.
Steve looked up at me. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “Officially
I’m not here at all. That was quite a performance.” I replied.
“Yeah, uh… I had to improvise a little bit. The crowds I’m used to are
usually more, uh…” He looked around trying to think of a word “…12.” “I understand you’re America’s new hope.” I
“Bond sales take a ten percent bump in every state I visit.” I laugh to myself. “Is that Senator Brandt I
hear?” I said sarcastically.
“At least he’s got me doing this. Phillips would have had be stuck in
lab.” He said.
“And these are your only two options? A lab rat or a dancing monkey? You
were meant for more than this, you know?” I knew that said something for him.
He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, but closed it
again. “What?” I asked.
“You know for the longest time I dreamed about coming overseas and be on
the front lines. Serving my country. I finally get everything I wanted, and I’m
wearing tights.” He said.
We turned around when we heard a beeping. It was a medical van. Steve
looked at it with concern, as did I when we say wounded soldiers being taking
out of it with stretchers.
“They look like they’ve been through hell.” He said. “These men will. The
“Schmidt sent out a force to his army. 200 men went up against him and
less than 50 returned. Your audience was what was left of 107. The rest were
either killed or captured.” Steve looked alarmed.
“The 107?” “What?”
Without another word he took off to the medical tent. “Come on!” He
We walked up to Colonel Phillips. “Colonel Phillips-“ “Well look who it
is The Star Spangled Man with a Plan what
is your plan today?” Steve rushed out “I need the casualty list from Azzano.”
Azzano… Wait that was where Y/N was heading.
“I don’t get to give me orders son.” He responded.
“I just need one name Sergeant
James Barnes from the 107th.”
“You and I are going to need to be having a conversation about your
sister.” He said to me, my heart stopped. Steve looked back at me with
“Just tell me he’s alive sir. B A R-“ “I can spell” Steve gave Phillips a
“Please sir. For Y/N can you tell me if she’s alive too?” I pleaded. He gave
me a sympathetic look. He knew her well.
He seemed to have given in as he stood up and went over to the files. “I
find more of these condolence letters today than I cared to count. But the name
sounds familiar. I’m sorry to both of you.” My heart broke. Y/N I either dead
or missing MIA… I felt like I was breaking in two. I won’t believe she’s dead.
“What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?” Steve asked.
I looked at Phillips with an ounce of hope.
“Yeah. It’s called winning a war.” “But if you know where they are the
lest you can do is-“ “They’re 30 miles behind the lines. They’re in one of the
most heavily territoried area. We’d lose more men than we save. But you wouldn’t
know that ‘cause you’re a chorus girl.”
“I think I can understand just fine.” “Well understand this somewhere
else. If I read the posters correctly you have somewhere to be in 30 minutes.”
Phillips walked by me and patted my shoulder sympathetically. Steve looked back
“I don’t know who Y/N is to you-“ “-My sister-“ “-But I promise to get
She told me that too.
Back at the prisoner
“I’m bored…” Dum Dum muttered. “Aren’t we all.” I replied.
I’m surprised they didn’t kill us when they had the chance. I thought of
my promise to Peggy. Hoping her mission she mentioned ages ago went well. My
thoughts were disrupted when we heard a guard bang a door open. I looked over
to Bucky with fear in my eyes. He gave me a look of reassurance.
“Which one of you is the Sergeant?” The soldier spoke in a strong German
I looked up. “Me.” I muttered. The soldier laughed. “But you’re a woman.”
I gave him a dead-pan look as Bucky grabbed my hand. “We both are.” He said.
The soldier beckoned us forward. We were hesitant at first but we had to
comply. The soldier ripped me from Bucky’s grip and a grunted.
“Jesus. Someone’s eager.” I mumbled. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!”
Bucky exclaimed as the German soldier pushed me forward. “You’re next lover
My eyes widened in fright as the forced me onto a metal bed. “Hello Miss
Carter. My name is Dr Zola. And I will be working with you today.” A short man
wearing glassesstepped forward. “Don’t you dare touch me” I said
through gritted teeth.
“Don’t worry Miss Carter this will only hurt a little bit.” He laughed.
He picked up a needle which contained a strange flued.
“What is that?” I asked dreading the answer.
“Something to make you stronger.” He penetrated it into my arm. The pain
was unbearable as I screamed. I’m pretty sure the whole of Germany heard me.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” I heard the men shouting and banning on the metal
I was sweating buckets and my screaming died down, and a void of darkness
over took me.
Scott wasn’t much for ceremony. The once golden boy of shield departed without fanfare. He’d stared at the sigil taking in the strong lines, unflinching white on black, remembering the first time he’d seen it as a boy, and the pride he used to feel, now turned sour. The badge was placed with a letter on Peggy’s desk. Seemed fitting. Next he packed up the TeamX office, what little of it there was. They’d never bothered moving anything in. She always hated the place, and insisted that they weren’t staying. Time proved her right as always. The bottle of whiskey, he’d tried to work through alone, for completionists sake. It felt wrong to leave it unfinished. Half the bottle had gone before he threw in the towel, thinking spilling his guts all over the place probably would not be a touching tribute.
And lastly. Goodbyes had never been a necessity for him. Back when everyone he knew and cared had the word Agent before their name. But now he’d come too far to deny SHIELDU’s effect. The people here who had stormed their way past his stubborn solitude, they deserved more, but…
Scott > Hey Scott > I’m leaving SHIELDU. Scott > Things are crazy right now I just wanted to let you know.
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Scott > that I’m glad to have met you. Good luck with everything.