@twice-the-fury​ ıı GRADY

The tanks had arrived at the very moment Claire had been ready to give up. The fighting had been endless, and she could barely remember the last time she had slept, or how many men she had dragged off the battlefield to waiting transports. 

The tanks had been their saving grace, breaking through the hedgerows and getting the Germans on the move for the first time in days. The rumours of a Tiger hiding somewhere within enemy territory was soon forgotten as men were able to rise out of their cramped foxholes and stretch their aching limbs.

Tanks were still roaring past as she moved down the line, checking that everyone was still as unwounded they had been just an hour ago when the tension in the air had almost been solid. The wounded had been evacuated as far down the road as they could, and most had already been picked up and transported to the closest aid station. However much she would have enjoyed a good meal and some rest, she knew that the aid station was her own next destination as well, if so only to make sure the men she had sent there had been patched up. 

Eyes scanned the passing tanks as she came to a halt, giving herself a moment to breathe before she moved forward, waving her hands over her head to catch the attention of the crew of the nearest tank. A green monstrosity that had the word Fury painted along the side of the gun in white.

“Hey!” Her voice almost got lost among the roaring engines, but she knew she had caught their attention as the tank started to slow down. “Mind giving’ me a lift down to the aid station? Could do with one, been on my feet all night.” Digging through her pocket she soon found a relatively fresh packet of Lucky Strikes, which was raised in the air with the same revere as if it had been a delicate vase. “Ain’t got much to offer, but these might do?”

The fight had hardly been that. They'd shot maybe two artillery, it was mostly the machine guns and the men who trailed the rumbling tanks that did the work. The hardest part was sitting patiently while listening to everything around him, waiting for the next call for him to load. It feels as though he spent more of the fight watching Bible's foot as it bounce.

He's more than please to climb out with the all clear, scrambling through the hatch seconds after Bible has slipped out himself. His leg still jumps and jitters, working out the anxiety that mirrored Grady's own. They'd been warned about rumors of a Tiger. None in the tank had ever been so glad to realize the report was just that, a rumor. Grady settles back against the hatch, already digging into his pockets as he feels the tank slow. He sees quickly what had caught Gor's attention. He grins, "sure there's better ya can do 'stead of some Lucky's". The sentence ends with a grunt as a hand cuffs his ear and Don's voice raises over the engines before Grady can start up a fight properly with the Staff Sergeant.

"Hop up, we'll see what we can do."

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He let’s the time pass is silence, his head tilted down and eyes closed as he listens. There’s a different feeling having someone else here, closing his eyes and knowing he’s not alone. That someone he trusts is just right there. He can hear whispers of her movement, just small sounds as the floor creams with any minute movement. Something that he had hadn’t so long, those damned boards, hes now thankful for. To just hear her existence so far from his reach.

The offer makes him snort. “Couldn’ lift me.” A small sigh before he reaches for the window sill behind him, uses it as leverage to get his knees under him before finally coming to his feet. Once so graceful, he now had to move in stages. “Let’s get ya ta Mae’s, yeah? Should let ya in my old room.” He’s tired already, sore and emotionally drained but stubborn. Always with Mae, he was stubborn. Wanting to prove himself to her.

a wheeze at his comment, she even parts her lips to snap back but decides against it before any words leave her mouth. she isn’t sure whether it’s an incurious comment as out of everyone, he should be the least surprised about the strength that hides behind this average frame of hers. time has passed and she isn’t aware of how much she has changed to him, he wouldn’t know that she kept her physique ever since.           mae watches him, how his movements seem so different than to what she’s used to from him. admittedly, she never knew what happened to the crew after the crossroads, but it seems as if mae was the lucky one out of them two. even lost in thought, she’s cautious of what’s happening.

there’s no need to decline that offer now, especially not after seeing in what condition grady’s current residence is. ❛ can’t say no to that decadent offer now, can i? ❜ a little verbal nudge at grady. she doesn’t know how long it’ll take them; it’s been quite the walk from the farm to this shack already and as it’s dark outside and him not being in the best shape means it could maybe take even longer. ❛ i’ve got everything on me. you READY to go? ❜ a light frown as she looks up at him.

          she moves past him out of the door. now standing next to him, she can feel how the sleeve of her jacket lightly brushes his arm. it’s subconscious movement in regards of grady, she’d usually keep distance with everyone. it’s only now that mae notices that this is the closest she’s been to him ever since she’s seen him now. the small height difference between them still exists, so she looks up at him with raised eyebrows. the corners of her lips are slightly arched upwards in a faint smile, as if she’d wait for him to LEAD. if he wanted to prove something to her, then now it’s the best time. mae wouldn’t dare to interfear.

Having Mae so close as she joins him at the door is both familiar and strange. It was everything he had not to wrap an arm around get, pull her close, prove that she's really here.

Instead he pulls his boots on, lacing them loosely before stepping outside. Beside him, Mae was perfectly put together. Grady's hair was a mess, curling untamed around his face, his beard grown out. They couldn't look any more different from each other. Still he doesn't try to clean up, merely cards his fingers through his hair briefly as he leads the way down the dirt road, walking the familiar path to town. For the first time in along while, he was sober and his head throbed as a reminder.

Quickly the silence becomes too much and Grady speaks up. "Missy point ya this way?"

||x  Without the army Steve probably would’ve never gotten out of america, HELL maybe not even new york city. Being in france was … something else. The man couldn’t imagine how it would’ve been to come here as a tourist. Watching the locals live their normal lifes as he’d walk down the streets unnoticed (( not that he could’ve afforded such thing )). 

                   They had given him a single tent but as Steve starred at the thin wall, not being able to sleep, he wished he’d sleep next to the men. As he walked over the muddy ground, given up on resting, Steve could spot a couple of soldiers playing cards under the lights of an old porch as it seemed, being clearly drunk, betting the house on the ponies. In moments like this it would be actually really useful to smoke, Steve thought to himself. 

                   It seemed like there was a lonely figure standing by a jeep on his left. As Steve came closer he realized that it wasn’t a face he recognized as one of his own men. 

“ Private - - - can’t sleep? ” He approached the man since he would’ve felt a little awkward to just walk away again (( not that he had a reason to be anywhere else in the first place )).  

If nightmares during the war were this bad, Grady hardly wants to know if after the war was worse. That was if he survived this shit. He'd chambered from the tank maybe an hour ago, he'd hardly kept track, and walked to clear his head. Hardly helped any but it had cleared those dark images enough for him to relax.

The tank on fire, the kids face mocking him from the trees above.

He'd seen so much already and still they were pushing forward. Still there was more to see.

Grady hadnt realized he'd even stopped walking until someone called out to him. (Don would have said something about shell-shock) He's pulled from his thoughts as the man approaches. No one he knows calls him private and focusing, he sees that the man is mostly unfamiliar. Grady wasn't blind, nor was he as dumb as everyone said. He'd seen the posters; Captain America. Really he'd have to have been more than just hick town dumb to not recognize the man, even out of uniform.

"Anyone really fuckin' sleep in this place?"