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Can we just talk about the moment when the Howling Commandos realize that the only reason any of them made it out is because Steve loves Bucky That. Fucking. Much.? That if Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes were just a tiny bit less adorable, they’d all be dead?

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It was getting late, that portion of the night where the alcohol was no longer making you forget quite as well as it had been.  The Howling Commandos lingered around the table, none of them ready to test whether the prison bars would still be there when they closed their eyes.

The gal in the red dress had come and gone, but Rogers was still in the back, nursing the same beer he’d had all night and deep in conversation with Barnes.

Dugan, watching them, sighed. “He’s the reason we’re alive, you know.”

Morita gave him an “Are you kidding me?” look. “Rogers? Yeah, I was kind of there for that.”

Dugan shook his head. “No, Barnes.”

Falsworth nodded. “He’s the one Rogers went in there to get.” Dernier did the same, saying something in French that Gabe responded to with a solemn expression.

“Can’t be,” Morita scoffed, taking another drink. “You don’t break into an enemy base just to get one guy.”

“Did you listen to the chatter when we got back?” Gabe asked. “No one, including the general, expected to see us.”

“I heard someone say that Rogers offered himself up for disciplinary action,” Falsworth added. “The general, unsurprisingly, declined the offer.”

“And when he was letting us out, he didn’t ask us a single question about enemy intel or guard placement,” Gabe continued.

Dugan nodded. “The only thing he cared about was knowing where Barnes was.”

Silence fell around the table as everyone’s eyes went to the two men still sitting at the back bar.

“So what we’re saying is that the guy we just promised to follow into battle went on a suicide run for one guy,” Morita said finally.

“And saved all of our asses in the process,” Dugan added.

Morita considered this for a moment, then nodded. “I can live with that.”

Falsworth did the same. “That kind of loyalty is a fine thing.”

Dernier said something again, Gabe leaning close while they held a murmured conversation in French. They both looked almost sad.

 “What did he say?” Morita asked, needing to know.

Gabe turned back to the rest of the group. “He asked what would happen to Rogers if Barnes died.”

The men looked at each other. “Let’s hope we never have to find out,” Falsworth said finally, speaking for all of them.

They all toasted to it.  

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