The Newcomers

The voices of the group had caught Y/N's attention. Noticing they were all crowded around the entry fence, she made her way over to the rest to see who was coming in. Some didn't sound too happy and she could see why they were disappointed. Though she never understood the problem with people of a different race as they were no different than themselves.

One looked critically injured, being carried in by his friends on their shoulders.

Later at night when the group was playing cards, two of those men had walked into their cabin. Everyone went silent, staring at them.

One of the two decided to speak up. "Second Lieutenant Alexander Jefferson, 332nd fighter group."

Then the other. "Second Lieutenant Richard D. Macon, 332nd."

"Gentlemen", Gale welcomed. "Welcome to paradise."

Y/N stood up from her spot at the table, walking over to the two. "You can take the bunks to your left, and I have ice for your neck if you need it Lieutenant."

"Thanks", Macon says as they move over to where she had directed them.

Y/N goes over to her bed and pulls out a bag from under it. She grabs the ice pack she had stashed after she found it laying around outside and brought it over to them. Some of the boys were still watching them, unsure if they could trust them, or not. I mean, fair enough. Practically each person in the cabin were from the 100th.

"Don't mind them", she says handing the man who was laying down the pack. "It's clear they don't get out much", she tries lightening the mood with a sweet smile. "Just stick around the guy with blonde hair who was just talking to you, and you'll fit in with the rest in no time. But for now, just take it easy, and I'll do my best to make sure your neck heals as fast as possible."

They nod and smile back. The injured man puts the ice under his neck and lets out a groan of relief. He seemed to have been hurt quite badly, and Y/N couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. They were already in a dangerous situation, making injuries become all the more of an issue.

After the introduction of the new men in the camp, their next few weeks were used informing others of certain degrees of knowledge. Whether it was how to improve the stump grinder, how to make shivs, or how to cut open someone's throat if the time would come, they prepared for it all. Until one early morning when they were being rushed out of their cabins. The hallways were hectic.

There was a bang on the door followed by someone telling them they had to get out in thirty minutes. The man opens their door.

"Goons gave us thirty minutes to be at the front gate. Twenty-three hundred hours, then we march. They won't say how far or for how long", with that he left the room as quickly as he came in.

"All right, pack it up. Let's go", Gale announces. "Wear the warmest clothes you got."

Y/N grumbles in dissatisfaction before rolling out of bed. She grabs her flying pants, nurse jacket, scarf, and gloves, putting them all on as fast as she could. She stashed her mini med kit the Germans had given her keep in the inside pocket of her jacket, zipping it up to the top and wrapping her scarf around her head and neck. It was hot in the cabins, the girl already starting to sweat, making her uncomfortable, though she knew the moment she stepped outside, the temperature would flip, freezing her to her core.

Once the group had gathered the essentials, Bucky grabbed Y/N's arm to keep her close, bringing her out of their "home" for the final time before the Germans started throwing torches to burn everything in sight. They wanted to destroy all the evidence and clues of them being stationed here.

Everyone gets in a line while the Guards shout orders. It was still dark with the snow and wind howling, blowing everything in the direction it was heading. They could tell it wasn't going to be an enjoyable night.

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It had been hours, over 20 miles of continuous walking. The sun was rising, but there was no doubt some of them had already gotten frost bite. The steps were taking a toll on the group of soldiers, some falling and getting picked back up by their friends while others were left after nearly dropping dead. The wind had picked up about halfway through their journey, making Y/N pull her scarf over her face so she could be able to breathe properly without the air trying to suffocate her.

Another 30 miles of walking and they had made it into a building. Most men rushed to get close to the fire while some continued in normally, knowing there was more than enough room. They took a seat on the side, while Y/N opted to sit in between Bucky's legs following his offer, with him wrapping his arms around her tightly, securing her in place.

Her chin tucked into her chest while the side of her head was resting in the crook of the man's arm. The shivering of her body had stopped not long after she had laid down against Bucky. Her eyes shut with the warming feeling of Bucky's body heat radiating through her gear, putting her out like a light.

Buck crouches down next to Bucky. "Scuttlebutt is saying we're heading to a train station at first light."

"Scuttlebutt know where we're going?"

"No. Just be ready at dawn."

Dawn came faster than Y/N had hoped with Bucky shaking her awake with a bit of protest to stay where they were. The crowd was lead back outside and towards a train station. The guards told everyone to get inside, Buck and Bucky standing on either side of Y/N in somewhat of the middle of the cart.

"Hasn't gone exactly how we thought, has it?", Bucky says.

"Not exactly", Buck replies. "You wish you'd done it differently?"

"Can't say I would have. You?"

"I wasn't planning on getting shot down. You know I really did believe that if there was only two B-17s left, be you and me flying 'em. Last few years would've been a lot rougher without you two."

Y/N smiles while John agrees with him.

The train starts slowing down while one man cries out that they stopped in Nuremburg. Definitely did not want to be in the heart of Germany. Especially if it meant they'd be corralled through the destruction they had created.

They get out of the train, falling back into their lines. It made Y/N sad looking at all the collapsed buildings around them. Something they had caused.

The mud under their feet squished with each step they took, the wet soil enclosing around their boots whilst they made it to a new camp. As they were walking in, a sound had bellowed out from under an open-air tent. Sounding a lot like Buck's name.

Buck turns in the direction of the voice, his face lighting up with recognition. "Jesus, I'll be", Gale says. "George, How the hell are you?", he asks walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"Long way from home."

"Hey, this is George Neithammer", Buck introduces his two friends to the one they were just now meeting.

John", he follows and shakes his hand.

"Y/N", she says, mirroring the Major's actions.

"Only guy I have ever met that knows more about baseball than you do", Gale continues, patting the man they now knew as George's back.

"Is that right?", Bucky raises his eyebrows, putting his hands on his hips.

"Looks like you've got some competition", Y/N laughs, looking between the two men.

"Who's your team?", George asks.

"Yankees, you?"

"Cubs."

"There's always next year", Bucky teases causing George to shake his head in amusement.

"So, I'll see if I can find you guys some tents with fires going", George offers, beginning to lead the group of friends around the rows of tents. "I'm warning you most of them don't."

"That's okay", Gale responds. "I think we'd all agree that we'll be happy enough to just get out of the snow."