I do not own Marvel. I only own my character, Evelyn. This is set during Captain America, post Captain America.

Chapter 1 is mainly a flash back. Think of it like a backstory.

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Evelyn POV:

Mother always said that it was not ladylike to go out after dark unescorted, but I never did listen. She was used to her old fashion ways and countless times I had told her that it was the 40s. She would always roll her eyes and tell me to do my chores or homework. Tonight was one of many nights that I would wait for her to go to bed, promptly at 7:30PM, and sneak out of the house.

The street lights were already on and I could hear people buzzing about up ahead. Tonight was the night that Howard Stark was going to unveil a new invention of his. Mother loved Howard Stark and all of his inventions, but refused to go to see it, leaving me by myself. I jogged to catch up to the crowd as I heard an announcer on the speaker, introducing Mr. Stark.

"Hey, Steve! Didn't know you'd be out tonight," I greet Steve Rogers, my next door neighbor. He looked out of place as he shrugged.

"That's because I told him we were going to come," Bucky said with a smile. He was dressed in his army uniform and looked very handsome. He clapped Steve on the shoulder and turned towards two girls walking up to them. It figures that he'd try to rope Steve in on a double date. I sent a quick glare to the two girls before my attention shifted. Mr. Stark started talking about his 'car of the future' and how it would never have to touch the ground. Before I could blink, Mr. Stark's car was hovering above the stage. I smiled and clapped with the audience, before gasping as it fell again. It was about this time that Steve turned around, glancing at me, then away. I gave him a small smile, trying to find something else to catch my attention.

There was a small line of people looking into a mirror to see themselves in an army uniform. I rolled my eyes and continued to look through the building. A sign caught my attention. It was red, white and blue, like every other sign was, but it had a picture of a woman in a nurse's uniform on it. In big letters it read, "Nurse's Help Our Troops Too!" Below the picture of the nurse, there was a small caption, asking nurse's to volunteer to go oversee's for the war. I bit my lip softly, taking a deep breath. Mother would never approve, a voice in the back of my head spoke.

"Not you too," Bucky spoke, putting a hand on my shoulder. I turned to him, looking up.

"What do you mean, not me too?"

"Steve has a crazy idea that he's going to get in the army as well."

"It's not a crazy idea," I countered. Standing tall, "Besides, I'm not going to fight, I'm going to help the wounded."

"You'll get yourself killed, Evelyn. What would you mother think?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm twenty-two now, she can't say anything. You're going over to fight, aren't you scared that you'll get killed?" I furrowed my brows slightly. Suddenly, I felt as if someone was watching us.

"I don't plan on dying," he spoke confidently.

"Bucky," a girl whined, looking at him.

"Better go, someone wants your attention," I spoke with a small smile. Inside, I felt a pang of jealousy.

"Evelyn, don't do this. At least think about it," he spoke to me before he turned to leave. I watched his back walk away and I rolled my eyes. I looked back to the poster, looking at the information on it before starting off to the right building. As I walked, I pasted Steve, and gave him a small smile.

The building that was accepting the nursing volunteers was located on the other side of the 'campus' that everyone was having fun in. The building itself was plain looking, save for the two posters on the door. I almost turned around and walked away, but something pushed me forward and through the doors. I quickly smoothed my skirt. There was only one person inside. She was well put together and wearing an army uniform. Her lips were painted bright red, much like mine. Her hair was short and looked like not a single strand was out of place.

"Hello," I smiled. "May I speak with Miss Peggy Carter?"

"You already are," the woman spoke. I nodded and took a deep breath before continuing.

"My name is Evelyn Perry. I have just finished my nursing school and I'd like to volunteer to help with the war effort overseas."

"Well, Miss Perry," Peggy Carter spoke, coming from around the desk with an envelope in her hands. "Fill this out and if you are still serious, meet me at the address on the last page tomorrow at 10AM, sharp."

"Yes, Ma'am," I nodded.

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I had joined over a year ago and was currently stationed just outside of Germany. Mother had disowned me, saying that I was not her daughter anymore. I had briefly seen Bucky after that night. He was already in England when I had seen him. He shook his head sadly before being called away by a commanding officer. My days were filled with blood, fevers and cries of pain. The war was brutal, not sparing anyone or anything. Countless times, the camp that I was stationed at would have to be moved. All that was left of the camp sight was barren, charred ground. My only comfort was writing in a small journal at night, I had bargained with some local people for it. It was during this time that I learned not to get too close to anyone.

There was another nurse, Maria, who I became friends with. One night, we had to move camps suddenly and she moved too slow. An enemy force was too close. I watched her die before my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. From then out, I kept to myself. My squad paired up with another camp, combining our forces. It was during this time that I was promoted to running errands as well.

"Evelyn Perry?" I spun around on my heel, looking for the person that called my name. Peggy Carter stood there by a man, who I assumed called my name.

"I'm sorry, do I…" I trailed off, closing my mouth then opening it again. "Steve Rogers?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" He grinned, giving me a gentle hug.

"Wow, um, what happened?" I looked to him, remembering the small statured boy with asthma.

"Super Soldier Serum," Peggy Carter interjected. "You look like you are doing well."

"Yes, Ma'am," I smiled. "It's been rough, but I've held on."

"Good," Peggy smiled, leading Steve away with a good-bye.

"We'll catch up later!" Steve called over his shoulder. Over the weeks that both Peggy and Steve were there, I became friends with Peggy. She was hard not to like, she was a lot like me.

One of the days, it rained constantly. The rain beat down on us like there was no stopping it. A medic van pulled up and I immediately donned an overcoat and set up a work station. For a second, I made eye contact with Steve and Peggy in a different tent. After working on a man for three hours, that felt like a lifetime, I deemed him stable enough to be moved to rest. Carefully, I pulled off my coat and washed my hands, pushing my hair back from my face. Steve came marching over towards me.

"Did you know that the 107th is here?" He eyed me, his hands shaking.

"No," I replied. "What's special about the 107th?"

"Steve!" Peggy called out, running through the rain to catch up to him.

"The 107th is the division Bucky is in! Have you seen him?" HIs voice raised, I stepped back and flashed a glance to Peggy.

"Bucky," my voice broke. "No, I haven't. He hasn't been through the medical ward."

Before I could say anything else, Steve ran off towards the central tent, leaving me confusion and scared. Bucky and I were close as children and I did not want to hear that he was another casualty of war. I shook the thoughts from my head and ran to catch up with Steve and Peggy. I found him in the tent housing the showgirls uniforms.

"What do you plan to do?" I heard Peggy ask before I slipped into the tent. Steve was already putting together a bag and shrugging on a jacket.

"Steve," I called out after Peggy. He wasn't listening to either of us. Before I knew exactly what was happening, Peggy had Steve and I loaded into a small plane with Howard Stark piloting it. Mr. Stark was trying to make jokes to lighten the mood but I was watching Steve. Peggy rolled her eyes and handed Steve a device to help us locate his coordinates after he had gotten the inside the building.

"Will do." He replied, watching Peggy. I could see the admiration in his eyes, he liked her. A lot.

"Steve," I spoke up. "Bring them back. Bring Bucky back, please."

He saluted me and smiled. "Yes, Ma'am. I knew you always had a soft spot for him. Remind me to hit him for never taking you out."

I blushed five shades darker and nodded my head, biting my lip as bullets started to hit the plane. I took a deep breathe as Steve jumped from the plane. Mr. Stark turned the plane around as soon as Steve was clear, just like he had asked. The ride back was tense, my whole body shaking from the rain and nerves. As soon as we landed, we were meet by the commanding officer yelling at us.

"Miss Perry, in the medical ward, now! And you had better not let me see you out of there!" He yelled towards me before moving towards Peggy and Howard. I nodded and scurried away. It was hard to focus on the patients while thinking about Bucky and Steve.

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I didn't sleep well that night, so I took the night shift in the medical tent. By morning, there was a group of military men matching towards camp. Some on a tank or in a vehicle, others on foot. I raced out to look at the man. Leading the group was Steve and Bucky. I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I ran towards Bucky and Steve. Peggy was next to me as I launched myself towards Bucky.

"Evelyn?" Bucky questioned as he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.

"Careful, darling," Steve laughed at me and Bucky and nodded to Peggy. I took a step back, looking over Bucky and then Steve.

"Come on, to the medical tent," I grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him away.

"Evelyn, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in England?" Bucky questioned, looking me over.

"I volunteered to come to this area. I wasn't doing much good in London," I looked up at him before making him sit on a bed to run an exam.

"I told you to stay," He looked at me, hard.

"No, you told me to think about it. If you can volunteer your life, I can volunteer mine. You're not my husband, my father, or my mother, you had no say," I spoke as I tested his reflexes. "Besides, you were too busy with that other girl that night to stop me."

"Oh, Evelyn," he replied softly, pulling me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, holding him tightly. "If I would have known you were serious about it…"

I shook my head as he trailed off, standing up and smoothing my skirt. I swallowed the lump in my throat before speaking. "You are good to go. Steve's probably looking for you."

He opened and closed his mouth, nodding and standing up. I gave him a small salute and moved to another patient. It was hard to focus after he was gone. I busied myself in the medical tent, catching glimpses of Bucky standing outside. Often times, Bucky and Steve would leave for missions, leaving me to worry. They always came back fine though. A few weeks ticked by and I buried myself in my work.

"You should eat," a soft voice said from behind me. I was filling out paperwork as at the desk. I turned to look at him.

"Bucky," I said with a small nod and smile.

"Evelyn, doll, you should eat," He spoke, leaning against the desk. "I know you haven't been."

"Are you stalking me, Mr. Barnes?" I looked up at him, biting my lip.

"Yes, Ma'am," he admitted. He held up a small container before moving the paperwork and setting it down. "I brought you food."

"Thank you. I heard that Steve is planning another mission with the Howling Commandos." I spoke, not looking up at him as I gently unwrapped the container of food.

"Yes, he is. I'm a part of that, you know?"

"I'm aware," I looked up at him, blinking back tears.

"Darling," he spoke, cupping my face in his hands. "You're too beautiful to cry."

"Bucky, stop," I spoke, taking a deep breath. "We both know that I'm just the girl down the street pining over the man trying to win a war."

"Evelyn," He whispered, leaning closer. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. One hand was behind my head, and one on my waist, holding me close to him. As we broke apart, I looked up at him.

"About time!" I heard Steve from the entrance. I blushed deep, looking down. Bucky picked up my pen and threw it at Steve, who caught it easily before moving out of the tent.

"Be my girl?" He whispered to me. I nodded and smiled, laying my head on his shoulder.

"You've got to be careful on that mission, understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," was his reply.

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The day of the mission came too fast. I gave Bucky a good-bye kiss and a handkerchief as a token of good-luck. Only hours after the departure of the Howling Commandos, lead by Captain America, I was given orders to be re-stationed. I silently packed my bags and boarded the vehicle to move out. My mind was thinking about Bucky as the vehicle bumped along. Absentmindedly I toyed with a set of Bucky's dog-tags around my neck until I heard yelling.

"Everyone out, on the ground!" A voice with a heavy German accent yelled. I looked around, noticing everyone else had gone quiet. Silently, I did as I was told before being shoved to the ground. I could feel the snow melting through my tights, sending shivers up and down my body. A short, balding man with glasses started moving through the lines of the squad. Every now and then, he would pick out a soldier to be handcuffed and moved to the German vehicle. The ones that weren't taken, were shot. My hands covered my mouth and I swallowed back my vomit. One of the German soldiers grabbed my shoulder and forced me up as the man looked over me.

"Interesting," he said as he grabbing at Bucky's dog-tag on my neck. He turned them in his hands, leaning a little closer to read the name on them. I moved to stop him, but was restrained by the soldier. "I want her, unhurt."

Instantly, I was lifted to my feet and handcuffed. I kicked and screamed before the soldier put his hand on my mouth and held me still. After the man finished his selecting, he boarded the vehicle and told the drive something in German. I felt sick to my stomach and glanced around the caravan. I recognized most of the people in the van that were taken. The ride was mostly quiet, save for the man speaking in German over the phone and to the other soldiers in the van. I stayed quiet, shaking from the cold. It was a few hours later before English was spoken again.

"Welcome to Hydra," the man with the glasses spoke as we entered a walled area.