"Oh they're filming us", Basil whispered to Bucky. In the background they could still hear Steve talking to the other captain. They had grouped with a American troop near the Belgian border and were due to plan a coordinated attack on a nearby hydra base. At the moment the squad and the higher ranked officers were all gathered round the hood of land rover where they had spread a map as they went over the plan for the fifth time that day. Basil was getting bored.

Bucky glanced over to the Corporal on the other side of the tent. The man was holding one of those big film cameras on his shoulders, the lens directed at them. "Probably for the higher ups back home", he murmured. Basil pulled a stupid face at the camera. Bucky swatted him on the arm. "Stop that".

"But Sarge I'm on film", Basil whined. "I've never been on film before. My brother will be so jealous. Do I look good?" He made an attempt to flatten his curls. Bucky snorted and ruffled them. The static making them promptly frizz up again. Basil pouted. "Really?"

"Oh shush", Bucky grinned. "They're not filming us. They're filming their golden boy captain America over there. Nobody cares what you look like". Basil's pout only deepened.

"Thank you captain Rogers", the older captain patted Steve on the arm. The blonde nodded and the group finally began to disperse. Steve picked up his compass and tucked in his coat as he walked over to where Bucky and Basil were standing.

"That looked tedious", Bucky greeted. Steve sighed.

"Tell me about it. Are they still filming?" Basil peered round Steve's shoulders.

"Yes". He grinned at the camera and threw his arm round Bucky's shoulders. The taller man huffed and rolled his eyes. "Why are you filming?" He called over to the corporal with the camera.

"Orders from the general. They want footage of the Captain in the field". Steve gave Bucky and Basil a long suffering look, making sure that it wasn't caught buy the camera. Basil hid his smirk behind his hand. "Um", the corporal spoke up. "Could we get some footage of the howling commandos?" The man looked at them eagerly but also with the persistence of a fly.

"I hate that name", Gabe commented. They all turned to see him wandering over, his hands full of letters and boxes. He grinned at them. "Post!"

"Yes!" Basil let go of Bucky to jump forwards. "Any for me?"

Gabe laughed at his eagerness and handed over a wrapped parcel before moving on the pass some letters to Steve and Bucky. Basil examined the parcel eagerly. It was wrapped in brown paper and there was a letter tied to it in twine. He recognised his brother's handwriting and tore it open eagerly. It was a short letter as his brother had never been as talkative as him. In true Phillip style, it was neat and to the point.

Basil,

Glad you're not dead. No, I do not understand any of the flowery words of love you are so fond of using. Either kiss the blue eyes or don't. Your choice.
On other things, everything is boring as hell here. Mother tried to kill the neighbours cat again for eating her tulips and Edith is still as pretty as always, thanks for asking. (Before you immediately write back, no I will not wax poetry about her like you love to. And no I have not asked her to go dancing yet. You know I have two left feet).
Other than that, we are well. Mother and father send their wishes and a gift. Now of course father would never send you any of his knives ("they are collectors items that I will not send to be lost in the recesses of Europe!") so here's a few that he had made instead. Try not to loose them as I spent many afternoons throwing them to make sure they were perfectly balanced. (Mother helped by throwing some at the cat).
If you don't come back with nazi blood on the blades then you're a dishonour to the family. If you die have one of your friends send them back so that I can keep them for the rest of my life then sell them for thousands as collectors items just like father.

Your (reluctantly) loving brother,

Phillip.

Basil laughed out loud as he finished reading the letter. He sniggered at the memories of his mother trying to kill the neighbour's cat (fond times). He folded up his letter and tucked in into the little book where he wrote his and Bucky's symptoms in. It was batted and thick with the folded paper of previous letters. Once the letter was safely in his jacket pocket, he turned his attention to the package. He carried over to the tents where the rest of their squad were assembled. Frenchie and Dum Dum were cooking sausages over a fire while the others conversed or did their own thing. Monty was reading a book and Pinky was writing a letter home.

Basil grabbed the space between them on the grass and flopped down beside them. "Oi Baz! What did you get from home?" Gabe called from the open flap of his tent. Basil looked up and grinned at him as he began tearing at the package. Inside was full of sawdust. Bast reached in and pulled out a elegant silver handled knife. It was in a leather sheath to protect the blade. The whole knife was about nine inches long and as Phillip had said, perfectly balanced. When Basil unsheathed it, the sunlight glinted off the razor sharp edge.

Pinky looked up from his letter to whistle at the sight of the sharp blade. "Nice blades". Basil grinned as he pulled nine more from the box. There were three ten inches blades, three five inch ones and four with blades that could fit in the palm of his hand. Basil began shoving them into this uniform, hiding the smaller ones and attaching the bigger ones to his belt.

"Bucky!" He called, waving at where the man and Steve were talking. The camera man was still filming them. Bucky turned and Basil bounced excitedly. "Can you go and stand against a tree?"

"Why?" Bucky shouted back. Basil jogged over and took Bucky by the shoulders. He steered the man to lean back against a large oak tree. Bucky and Steve frowned in confusion.

"I've got to see this", Dum Dum laughed as he got up to come and watch. "You'd want to film this", He remarked to the camera man.  The squad all came over to watch.

"Don't move Sarge", Basil instructed as he moved back until he was a good eight feet away. He unsheathed one of his larger knives and held it up. Bucky's eyes widened.

"Are you seriously going to throw knives at me Parrish?"

"Don't move Sarge! Trust me".

"Steve?" Bucky tried. Steve looked between the knife in Basil's easy grip and then to Basil's confident grin.

"You'll be fine Buck", he waved.

"I'll patch you you if I miss", Basil promised. Bucky gave him a blank look.

"Somehow, that doesn't fill me with confidence".

"Just stay still Barnes", Gabe laughed.

"You guys aren't the one being used as target practise", Bucky huffed back.

"Don't worry Sarge", Basil smiled. "You trust me".

Bucky sighed. "Unfortunately".

"Good". The first blade left his hand and spun through the air. Bucky closed his eyes and there was a thunk of the blade sinking into the wood. When his eyes opened, the hilt was quivering from the force. The blade barely an inch away from his face.

"Bloody hell", Monty laughed. "Are you trying to pierce his ears Baz?"

Bucky let out a shaky chuckle. "That it?"

"Nope. I've got nine more to go!" Basil was throwing before he even finished speaking. As soon as one blade was in the air, he was already pulling out another. They all hit the wood with loud thuds. When he was finished, Bucky was surrounded by knives. Four on each side with one more between his legs and one just above his hair. His eyes moved around to each blade in shock.

"Fucking hell", Dum Dum laughed as Bucky stepped away from the tree. "You don't hold back do you Parrish?"

Basil jogged over to Bucky and pressed a hand to his shoulder. "You okay Sarge?"

"I saw something similar when a circus came to New York once", the man replied as he ran a hand through his hair. "I suddenly empathise with the poor girl being used as target practise". Basil laughed and set about pulling his knives from the tree.

"I'm very grateful you're on our side Parrish", Steve commented. He looked slightly blown away by it all.

"Can you do that again?" The man with the camera asked eagerly.

Bucky blinked. "Damn that was caught on film".

Basil grinned widely. "Sure. Steve?"

Steve paled. "I'm sure Someone else would mind taking a turn". The men began jeering at him.

"Come on Captain America!"

"Don't show fear Rogers. He can smell it".

Basil and Bucky both laughed as Steve shuffled over to the tree. Bucky stepped back as Basil raised his knives, a wide slightly mad grin on his face. When the film footage made it back to America, the captain America comics gained a new character. The howling commandos were all featured but the one who stood out the most was their medic. They called him the Crazy doctor, much to Basil's delight.

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