[ WWII AU ] Chantez, compagnons, dans la nuit la liberté

[from_the_outside]

There's nothing strange about Yvette Rheaume or the credentials she provides to Monsieur Lavigne when she arrives to replace Amelie. "Her mother is ill," Lavigne explains to the girl. "You will fill in for her duties until she returns, yes?"

Yes, of course. And it's a relief when the girl proves both capable and well-mannered; he simply cannot afford to force Herr Schneider to wait. If the facility were to cancel their monthly orders, he'd lose hundreds, thousands of francs in profit, money which assuages his guilt at assisting the enemy. He explains the process to the girl as they ride in a jeep towards the facility, and impresses on her the need for perfect discretion. "I will expect you to take clear and comprehensive notes," he reminds her. "We cannot miss any opportunity to re-supply."

"Yes, sir," she promises, and dutifully notes his instructions.

His ears are ringing by the time they reach the facility and Herr Schneider steps outside to greet them, his sharp eyes resting for a moment on Yvette. "Who is this lovely creature?" he asks, and Lavigne hastens to assure him of her loyalty and credentials. The German nods and politely ushers them inside. Lavigne is too relieved and too focused on the robust order to come to pay much mind to the way the man keeps half an eye on Yvette.

But she doesn't miss it. Not a single glance.

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[from_the_outside]

"Hear, hear," says Falsworth, and the men lift their glasses in a cheer, all of them grinning and delighted. She sips at her own beer and tries not to think about Bucky, sitting so close to her side, while Jim is right there at her other shoulder.

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky takes a swallow of his own beer and leans back in his chair, careful not to make any physical contact with Sharon and ceding the role of storyteller to someone else. "So how'd it go down on the other side and the inside?" he asks.

[from_the_outside]

Dugan takes over smoothly, knowing that Steve's unlikely to do so himself.

"Those trucks and the open loading dock were a windfall," he adds. "We could get in without having to fight our way through the front of the facility. They weren't expecting us, that's for damn sure."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Always a plus," Bucky agrees, cheerfully. "Here's hoping we keep giving them all kinds of surprises."

[from_the_outside]

"Agreed," says Gabe, fervently.

Sharon sips at her beer and listens as they talk, the familiar feeling of tired, wired satisfaction humming through her. She blinks back into herself when she realizes Jim had said something, and turns to him as she sets her drink down. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I was wondering if you felt like dancing tonight," Jim asks her, and she gives him a slightly rueful smile.

"Maybe not tonight," she admits. "But next time, for sure."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It's been a long day," Steve says, sympathetically. "Listen, fellas, I'll put another couple of rounds on the tab for you, but I think I'm gonna call it a night myself."

[from_the_outside]

"I'll walk out with you," Sharon tells him, doing her best not to look over at Bucky as she does. "I just wanted one drink and to catch up with you all."

Jim looks disappointed, and she laughs and pats his shoulder. "We'll have a dance tomorrow night, Private. How's that?"

[nerves_of_ice]

For a second he considers going with them, but decides against it in the next. Although it wouldn't be strange for him to leave with Steve, he doesn't want to do anything to make Sharon feel pushed in any way.

"I'll catch up after the next round," he says, tipping his head back to give Steve a quick smile, and hoping Sharon understands what goes unsaid.

[from_the_outside]

Steve nods and waits politely as Sharon finishes her drink, then helps pull her chair out for her as she gets up.

"Then good night, gentlemen," she tells them, smiling. "See you later."

She lets her glance rest just a second longer on Bucky, hoping he'll realize she's not planning on going straight to sleep, then beams at the others as they chorus their good nights before she falls into step with Steve and makes for the tent exit.

[nerves_of_ice]

Farnsworth's the one who goes and retrieves the next round, bringing back a couple of pitchers, and they settle in for more stories and camaraderie. Bucky sticks it out for another glass and a half, but bails out with a grin when Dugan starts up a round of drinking songs.

He starts toward Steve's tent first, wanting to check in.

[from_the_outside]

"I really did appreciate your help today, Agent," Steve says, as they stroll towards her tent. "And I believe, if you're willing, there will be other opportunities for you to work with the team."

"More than willing, Cap," Sharon promises him. "This is what I do. I don't want to put a pause on who I am, just because of my situation. As long as I'm here, I'm at your disposal."

"Glad to hear it," Steve tells her, and smiles as they draw to a halt before her tent. "But for now, get some rest. Good work today."

"You, too," she smiles back, and heads into her tent, checking the time.

[nerves_of_ice]

As he'd figured, Steve's still awake when he swings by. His best friend looks almost relieved to see him for some reason when he pokes his head in. "Hey."

"Hi." Steve smiles. "Heck of a day, huh?"

"Sure was. I'm surprised Schneider didn't bite one of those stupid cyanide teeth," he says, taking the camp stool for himself as Steve shifts to the cot. "Guess we'll see if he knows anything or if he's like a contract guy or something."

"Mm-hm. We'll find out." Steve gives him a searching look. "Sharon did pretty well, don't you think?"

"She did," Bucky murmurs. "She really did."

[from_the_outside]

It's a relief to get out to the field, to breathe in the cool night air and look up at the stars. She doesn't expect a portal to open, and none does, but for the first time, she feels a little more connected to her home time, anyway.

"Hey, boss," she tells the absent Fury. "I know you're working on bringing me back, but just so you know, I'm doing okay. We got some good work done today. It's different, but still good. And I'll keep doing what I can, until you and the eggheads bring me back."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hangs out with Steve for a while, chatting easily about this and that as they unwind. Eventually, though, he takes his leave and turns his steps in the direction of the field.

He goes quietly, heading for the tree where he’d been when the world had changed, but makes no effort to hide his approach.

[from_the_outside]

A small thrill runs through her when she hears soft footsteps. She turns to check anyway – it might be someone else out for a walk beneath the stars, after all – but there's no surprise in her face when she sees him.

"Hey," she says, and smiles. "Fancy meeting you here."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Hi, angel.” Bucky’s answering smile is warm. “Want some company?”

[from_the_outside]

"Always, when it's you."

She turns and moves slowly to meet him halfway, holding out her hand to him. "You did good today, baby."

[nerves_of_ice]

“So did you.” He closes his fingers around hers and draws her closer, looking down at her in the starlight.

“I’m sorry I left any of them for you to have to mop up.”

[from_the_outside]

"It's okay," she promises, softly. "That's the job. You did your part and I did mine."

She laces their fingers together and looks back up at him, her expression soft. "And you taking out those other two really helped."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I could have gotten all four, but they’d have gotten the shipping doors shut again,” he tells her, quietly.

“But I guess I shouldn’t have worried. You did amazing.” His smile grows. “The way you looked when we pulled up—-“

[from_the_outside]

"Baby, that was the only call to make," she assures him. "I would have done the same thing."

Her own smile warms to see his, and as she remembers the way he laughed when he and Steve pulled up. "I don't think they appreciated you laughing at them."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Tough luck for them.” He grins, remembering.

“You were incredible, angel.”

[from_the_outside]

"You didn't even see me in action," she says, amused, and reaches up to trace the wave of his hair where it's trying to fall onto his forehead. "It wasn't so hard."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Maybe I will next time,” he murmurs, tipping his head into her touch. Bucky reaches up to cradle her face, brushing his thumb lightly over the arch of her cheekbone as his glance falls to her mouth.

[from_the_outside]

"Maybe."

Her breath catches as his glance lowers to her lips, as the light touch of his hand against her cheek sends warmth racing through her. It's impossible to resist that sweet invitation; she sets her free hand lightly on his chest and pushes up on her toes to brush her lips against his.