thekidfrombrooklyn: (Default)
London, 1943

Downtime is both precious and rare when you're in an elite military force. Steve spends it at Milliways when he can, and at the pub that's become their local when he wants to stay in London.

(Which he often does, despite the air raids and curfews. He's come to love this dark, sprawling city. It's not New York, but it'll do until it's time to go home.)

So Steve is having a drink and smiling at the singing. Another thing to like about the English--no matter what, they keep on singing.
thekidfrombrooklyn: (wwii - rescue - comics)
Previously:

"Then you've got to let me go."

"I can do more than that."



Steve has no idea how Agent Carter has pulled this off. She's got intelligence, maps, gadgets that will get him and whoever he finds home safely; and she's somehow talked Mr. Stark into flying him thirty miles behind enemy lines.

It's too much to hope that he'll find Bucky. Funny thing about Steve, though--he's always had an excess of hope.


To be continued...