Emily was always watching as soldiers came in and out of the camp. She had wanted to help them fight ever since the day Doctor Erskine helped her regain her body movement. Her father had helped her get into the military but only as a nurse. It mad her so infuriated that, that's all he could do. Yes she had a medical degree before the accident. Now all she could do was help bandage and heal the men who came back from the battle field.

"Ms. Gates, we need some help over here!" the lead surgeon shout from across the walk way. Emily hurried to the tent he was in and, put on some gloves.

"What does he need sir?" she asked pulling up the tools she thought they would need for this poor man. This soldier had just arrived back from Berlin; he had his leg blown off by one of the Nazi's who ambushed the group that went out just a few days ago. The surgeon looked at her as if she was stupid, even though she had brought the tools he didn't have to cut off this poor man leg.

"Sir we need to amputate or he will die!" Emily glared at him with a look she would only do to someone who hurt her. The surgeon to the bone saw and started hacking away at the soldier's leg. The pain caused him to pass out. Emily sighed softly with relief knowing she just help save a man's life. Walking out of the tent covered in blood she ran into someone passing by. Falling back she felt her arm being pulled gently to help her steady herself.

"I'm so sor-" she paused looking up at the male. His deep blue eyes catching hers, before letting go of her arm. She felt embarrassed that she would even run into someone without looking. Glancing towards the ground she realized he was a man with very broad shoulder and was at least six inches taller than her.

"No, it was my fault for not looking." The male spoke softly. It was as if he had never really spoken to a girl before.

"I'm Emily Gates." She spoke shyly. Her eyes looking back up at him through her lashes. The male smiled softly causing her to blush once more.

"I'm Ste-" He began to say before Colonel Phillips shouted for him. "Rogers get over here." The male looked back towards Emily with a soft smile, and then left her standing there speechless. Watching him walk away she felt her head begin to spin. "Oh my?" she thought before falling to her knees. She had never felt like this over any one before. Sitting there in the mud she felt her face, it was warm from the blood rushing to her cheeks. Glancing up at the sky for a moment she realized it was about to rain. Choosing to get up she slowly rose to her feet remembering it was only a three months ago she got her mobility back. Looking down at her clothes she started to brush off the dried dirt off her skirt and knees. A chill overcame her body.

"Mr. Rogers?" Emily thought as she stepped towards the tent she was staying in. A few minutes later the sound of rain droplets hitting the roof made her shiver. She hated the rain. Pulling on her set of clothing Emily looked outside to see people running around. She noticed that her friend Peggy went rushing by with a pissed look on.

"Hey? Peg, what's wrong?" She asked stepping out into the rain. Peggy looked at her then ran off. She had never seen Peggy so mad before. Emily stood there wondering what may have caused this problem. Looking towards the far entry way of the camp Emily saw a man standing there.

"Aron is that you?" She shouted as loudly as she could. The man turned towards her and smiled softly before shooting himself in the head. A scream escaped her mouth as the blood sprayed everywhere. Falling to her knees a loud sob made its way out of her mouth. A group of people rushed to Aron's body and pulled him to the pile off dead officers, and soldiers. Emily rose to her feet and stumbled a few steps before falling again. The feeling of being held up by gentle hands made Emily look behind herself. It was Rogers.

"Are you okay miss?" he asked holding her closer than earlier.