oblivion. ▷ captain america. [1] •••DISCONTINUED•••

vi ▷ mission gone wrong.

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06. | mission gone wrong.
death is just another part of war

genevieve.

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THE PAST few weeks have just been, well......... interesting, to say the least. I have started talking to Steve again after that whole shenanigan with Lorraine, who I personally despise. She is pretty much the definition of lust, always making out with whatever hot guy she can find. It wouldn't be the first time that I've caught her doing so, and to those times I just laughed and walked away with the thought of Colonel finding her one day.

Steve has gone out on missions to destroy every Hydra base on the map. We're taking a Nazi flag off that map to be what it seems every day. So far, no one in his little group has gotten themselves killed, including Steve, so that's good. Every time I see him he's covered head to toe in dirt and sweat all over his red, white, and blue uniform. He's told me that that vibranium shield that I shot at has done him well, and he hasn't gotten his brains blown out yet. I smile at that, glad that he's remembered that little scene in the laboratory.

A few days ago, I was finally called to go out with the boys. I almost broke into a jig in front of Colonel when he told me the news. I packed a bag in almost two minutes and was on my way. Howard made me a uniform before I head out, one very similar to the mens' (excluding Steve). It's just blue and protective; however, once I put it on I discovered a little white wing on the side of the arm, causing me to scoff. Bucky has one on his and there are two on Steve's cowl.

When I first got there, I was just disappointed with them.

"How can you live like this?" I asked them. They just sat quietly around a fire whilst they ate their rations. We soon came up with a few games to pass the time and ended up roaring with laughter.

While on missions, Steve did almost anything and everything to get me to the safest point possible. I retorted to him multiple times that I didn't need him to worry about me because he can barely take care of himself, but he still drags me away from explosions and away from any possible danger, even when I could probably decapitate one of those Hydra bastards with a spoon if I really wanted to.

For the majority of my time with the Howling Commandos, as they call themselves, I spend my time with Steve and Bucky, who are pretty much inseparable. We always laugh and smile when we're with each other, joking around or listening to each other's stories. When I told Bucky that Steve jumped on top of a false grenade though, he gave Steve a glare that could probably stab him and punched him in his face because the "reckless punk never knows when to stop being stupid." It was quite hysterical watching Steve trying to stop the blood oozing from his nose, especially since it was recorded along with me pushing him into a bush after he nudged my shoulder playfully. It only just recently occurred to me that Peggy and Colonel and everyone will see it, but I couldn't care less. I'm just having fun during times when it doesn't come in abundant quantities.

We all now stand towards the peak of a mountain covered in snow. All eight of us, including myself, look over the ledge at the snowy abyss below. We're supposed to use the zip line that stretches for what seems like miles, and everyone just stares over the edge instead of using it quite yet. Morita uses a Hydra radio, trying to tune in, while the rest of us stand idly.

"Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asks Steve.

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve replies.

"This isn't payback, is it?"

"Now why would I do that?" Steve grins.

I smile the two dorks, shaking my head at them.