1942. The midst of the war. You were a nurse, deployed to 107. It was busy - you were a whirlwind of bandages and sharp comebacks to soldiers hitting on you. A month exactly ago, you had saved Bucky’s life, extracting shrapnel from his side that other nurses had said was ‘too deep’. Since then, he hadn’t really forgotten you. He constantly told Steve about the ‘medical tent angel’. Well, it was the war. It was only a matter of time before he ended up there again.