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Cassandra pulled a red shoe onto her foot. She was going to the bar with James, Steve and a few others that they rescued from Hydra. Peggy told her she had to dress nice, and she obliged, even if she hated wearing dresses longer than her shins. Peggy said she would go too so Cassandra wouldn't have to be alone, she would just have to be there later.

Somebody knocked on their door, and Cassandra went to answer it. A man with a mail uniform, and a bag, read off a clip board.

"I have a letter for Agent Lucy Hawthorne," he said, looking at her.

"That would be me," she said.

"Here ya go, and if you could just sign here," he said, handing her a pen.

Cassandra scribbled her fake signature onto the paper, and the man handed her an envelope. He tipped his hat at her, and left. Cassandra closed the door and sat on her cot, carefully tearing the envelope open. A rather large slip of paper was inside, and she unfolded it.

To- Agent Cassandra Barnes

Your service in Hydra is no longer required. You have failed Agent.

Signed, Doctor Johann Schmidt, Director of Hydra

Cassandra grumbled and crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the bin Peggy and Cassandra were using as a trash can. Cassandra laid back, staring at the ceiling. This was only because Schmidt was angry at her for attacking him, and she felt the same way about him. But in any case, where the heck could she possibly go without being caught?

"Lucy? Are you alright?" Peggy asked, standing over her.

"Yeah Peg, I'm fine, I just hate this dress." She complained.

"You should get going."

"Please, can you go with me right now, I don't want to be alone!"

"You won't be alone, you have Sergeant Barnes," Peggy said.

"Margaret Carter! How dare you!"

Peggy was about to say something, but another knock interrupted the woman. Peggy opened the door, said a few things to the person on the other side, before smiling deviously at Cassandra. She sighed and stood up, preparing a fake smile.

Peggy opened the door all the way, and there stood her brother. She smiled, spinning so her dress twirled around her. Peggy winked, and Cassandra hit her lightly on the shoulder.

"Don't I look stunning?" Cassandra said with a British accent.

"Oh yes darling," Peggy and James said in unison.

"See you later Peggy." Cassandra said.

"

Bye Lucy," she said smirking once more before shutting the door.

Cassandra walked next to James, arm around his waist because she couldn't really reach his shoulder. Even in heels. Small drops of rain fell on the brother and sister, and Cassandra's head fell back as she tried to catch drops on her tongue. She almost fell over once or twice, and James just laughed at her while helping her stand up.

"Why did Agent Carter call you 'Lucy'?"

"It's just her nickname for me," Cassandra lied.

"How do you get 'Lucy' out of 'Cassandra'?" James asked.

"How do you get 'Bucky' out of 'James'?"

"Good point."

Cassandra and James walked along the streets of London, to a pub. Steve was already supposedly there, along with the other six or seven people who had named themselves, James, and Steve, "The Howling Commandos." It was a terrible name, but she wasn't about to say that out loud.

James held the door open for her, and she gave him a clumsy, fake curtsy. He smiled at her, shaking his head. Cassandra slid into the seat next to Steve, with a man named, "Dum Dum Dugan" on her left.

"Celle-ci a de beaux yeux," the French man, Jaques, said pointing to Cassandra.

"Merci," Cassandra said, giving him a smile.

He raised his eyebrows at her. He probably didn't think Cassandra could speak French. She didn't speak that language much, mainly she just spoke Russian and English.

She downed her shot of vodka in one gulp, and slammed the glass on the table. All of the men she was sitting next to looked suprised.

"Oh come on, like you haven't seen a girl take a shot before," she said.

James was no where to be seen, neither was Steve. Cassandra sang with the others, what she was singing about, she had no idea, but for once she was somewhat happy. Suddenly, they stopped shouting, and all looked towards the doorway.

Cassandra wondered what they were all looking at, because she was at the opposite end of the table.

"What is it?" Cassandra asked the man, Jim, next to her.

He didn't respond to her, so she stood up. Peggy was talking to Steve and James. She walked up to them right as James asked her to dance.

"Then what are we waiting for?" James asked.

"The right partner. 0800 Captain," she said, walking away.

Cassandra laughed at her brother's sad face after he rejected.

"You know, she only fancies Steve," she told her brother.

Steve looked shocked that she had the capability to say something like that, but he got over it and turned to James.

"Maybe she has a friend."

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Cassandra took her shoes off as soon as she got back to her bunk. She threw one at the wall, almost accidently hitting Peggy in the eye.

"Never let me do that again," she said to Peggy.

"What?"

"Socialize, go anywhere, drink anything besides water. Or coffee."

"What did you do?"

"Meet the newest member of the Howling Commandos. Lucy 'Red Heels' Hawthorne," she groaned.

"Red Heels?"

"That's what happens when you can kick a man in the jaw without twisting an ankle. Don't ask." Cassandra grumbled.

Peggy smiled at her and began to break into laughter. Cassandra found it annoying at first, than she cracked a smile, then laughing.

She lay on her cot, brushing her hand over the wound on her neck, which seemed to be healing up nicely, her other wrist tied to the cot leg with a strip of cloth. She didn't usually need it, but after rescuing James, she had to remind herself of where she'd been trained. What she'd been sent to do. And honestly, it just felt right.

hi!

so i re-wrote this entire chapter because the original version was complete horse styx. i like this chapter a lot better than its predecessor.

and, how do you like the name "Red Heels Hawthorne?" i think it's a pretty good name for cassandra, just because, well no reason actually, it just sounds cool.

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