The fan of the Foward operating base command center buzzed as it tried its best with a dying battery. As a nearby border collie army girl. was humming as she drew love hearts on the helmet of a gun cleaning cat marine who paid her no mind.

"Thanks for sharing your crayons bucky!" Samantha cheerfully stated as she finished the "I heart grenades Dontcha know!" Drawing she was doing on his helmet.

"You done with the red? Give it here." He muttered beckoning. As she passed him it. As he bit half of it off. Munching as he finished the oiling of his rifle.

The door slid open as their captain walked in holding some intel, stopping for a second in confusion at what she was seeing with the apparent military arts and crafts, before grumbling shrugging it. Setting the files down across the pair.

"We got something new. A attachment is coming in. And command decided to save on Ink by not telling us who."

Bucky softly chewed as he lifted one file as he grumbles rolling his eyes. "Ah crap, It better not be some snooty reporter. Last one we had thought it was smart to try to get a selfie with a psycho holding a RPG. Sam had to body block it."

"He caught my good side at least. Magazine material Even with the shrapnel!" Samantha happily chipped in taking the other file for her as she drew her initials surrounded by flowers. As Peggy refilled her thermos with a nearby coffee machine.

"I need you two to be ready. If we are lucky. We get actual reinforcements. And If command hates me, I get another.." She stopped her alluding, as the two chaotic lunatics stared at her, oblivious to the realization, that command did this two times before. As her eye twitched in dawning horror.

"God. I hope not..." She murmured to herself sitting in her chair as her anxiety spiked. She was going to get grey hair at this point. She stared down at her watch. A few hours before the transports would arrive. Best to prepare.