Saying Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was a good shot with a rifle was borderline insulting.

Using a term as casually as that was the equivalent of saying that Leonardo Divinci had a decent mind, that Jesus Christ was an alright citizen, or that Hitler was somewhat of an asshole. No, the sergeant deserved much more praise than just 'good shot'. Despite having no real experience with a gun before joining the army, Bucky learned quickly and seemed to excel over night. In a matter of weeks, he could shoot a poker chip off a fence post over a hundred yards away without batting an eyelash. Barnes was the Apollo of sniping, the Ull of head-shots, a more handsome Diana of rifle work.

And he knew it. He, personally, wouldn't have outright admitted to it, though. Wouldn't have boasted about the number of enemy soldiers he'd bull's-eyed in their latest mission, nor would he have rubbed his success in the faces of his peers. Bucky was just respectfully confidant when it came to his abilities with a sniper-rifle. His prowess assured himself in the darkest of times when the fighting got a little too intense for his liking. Despite the weight that fell on his shoulders when assigned to protect his men on the battlefield below, Barnes would've much rather have himself be in charge of that job than trust anyone else with it. To put it lightly, the soldier had some talent.

Which ended up to be a curse in the long run.

Steve was well aware of his best friend's presence up above and slightly to his left, hidden in some foliage while Captain America and his crew took out the more obvious trouble makers. As much as he lived for fighting side by side with his buddy, Steve wasn't too disappointed by the turn of events. At least it was Bucky watching his back; the thought of anybody else surveying the minefield below made his stomach do flips.

It was a day like any other- bullets were flying, grenades were exploding, Hydra soldiers were collapsing in heaps as one by one were taken out. In an hour, they'd all be walking the two-hour trek back to their own camp and thinking about the rations they'd shove their faces full upon their arrival, just as they always did. It was just another normal raid on Hydra, a routine that the soldiers at arms had grown accustomed to over time.

The group of men had almost finished taking over their target, a Hydra base notorious for its experimental tests on animals and the Jewish, when everything started going wrong.

They'd never seen so many Hydra reinforcements in their lives as a multitude of tin-can-looking trucks crest the horizon, barreling straight for the tired and weary American soldiers like the hounds of Hell charging through Satan's gates. 

"Shit," Steve muttered under his breath. As the vehicles began to surround them, driving in circles around the soldiers to keep them herded in one place, it was then that Bucky chose to strike.

Out of nowhere, a shot was fired and the driver of the first truck slumped forward in his seat, red splattered across the windshield and the car immediately swerved over to the right. The driver second in line behind the compromised car didn't have time to correct himself before the front of the second vehicle skimmed the bumper of the car ahead. As if there was a child at the wheel, the vehicle began wheeling back and forth before crashing into one of the others.

"Open fire!" Steve shouted as he took advantage of the temporary chaos. The soldiers obeyed his orders and began peppering their assailants with bullet-holes. With Bucky as back-up, taking out each remaining driver one by one, what once seemed like a threatening situation became less intimidating with the fall of each remaining German soldier. A lucky shot nailed one of the gas tanks; a chain reaction of explosions from each truck's fuel sent glass and debris flying in all directions as the screaming sounds of the agony from Germans trapped inside echoed through the woods.

The conflict lasted less than a minute in all and soon there was nothing left but smoldering piles of metal and ash.

"Good work, men," the captain complimented the cheering group of individuals around him. From a quick glance, he could tell they got out of this one lucky; there were no casualties on their side yet. The blond, super-human warrior didn't hesitate to scan the mountainside for his best friend and soon found him nestled behind a bush a couple hundred yards away. Despite being the most deadly shot on the team, Steve couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Bucky's rifle poking out from the leaves, that being the only sign of Sergeant Barnes as the sunlight glittered off the metal barrel.

Without context, Buck would've just looked like a dork hiding in a shrub. 

"Cap! On your left!"

Steve hardly had time to jump out of the way before a motorcycle erupted from the treeline and shot past the group, swerving through the truck carnage with expert ease before shooting down the narrow dirt road in the opposite direction. It seemed they hadn't completely won the fight yet; the German soldier speeding away was their last target.

"We can't let him get away!" The Captain shouted, but there was nothing they could do. The Hydra trucks around them were completely busted and they hadn't arrived on the scene in a car of their own. He started to turn in the direction of Bucky's hiding place when the sound of another motorcycle rattled through the air. It couldn't have been Hydra, a glimpse through the flora of red and white fabric from the rider signified that. But then who could it-

An extremely un-manly shriek burst from his lips as he exclaimed in excitement.

"Evangeline!"

There was no doubting it. As the wind blew through her long blonde hair and her blue and gold eyes sparkled, there was no mistaking the lady for anyone else. Evangeline was here, she was back in their lives with a familiar grin on her lips and a rebellious nature no one could compete with. Steve could hardly believe it. She was here.

"Steve! Jump!"

Thankful for the insane boost to his reflexes, there wasn't a moment of hesitation when she extended an open hand and hauled the super-soldier onto the seat behind her, the cycle not slowing down for a heartbeat. With his arms wrapped around her middle, Steve hugged the woman from behind. 

"You're back!" He shouted over the sound of the wind and the roaring of the motor beneath them.

"I'm here to stay!" She replied and revved the cycle's engine. "Now let's get that Nazi!"