Hi everyone! This story is about my OC and her best friend getting dragged back in time from current times into the 1940's. This is being cowritten with my good friend WaterGirl15, who has a similar story called Captain America Across Time. However, there are some changes and this is written in my OC's POV. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters
Warnings: Some sexual content and language
"No, you shouldn't get back together with him!" I exclaim, walking alongside my best friend, Gabi, through the streets of New York. We are here on a college trip to experience the culture or something like that. It was a pretty interesting. We got to see a broadway show the night before.
"Why not?" Gabi asks, "He said he was sorry and that it was a mistake."
"He's a royal jerkwad! He doesn't deserve a second chance. Plus I'm pretty sure you can't call sleeping with someone's best friend a mistake."
"Well...I figure it was Marianna's fault."
"You'll find someone much better," I say. We are in the back of the crowd, several feet behind the rest of the students.
"Maybe you are right, he has put me through so much," Gabi sighs, "Why do I do this to myself?"
"I wish I knew. You will have to look though. It's not like soulmates magically appear," I say, "I've only been in one real relationship and it sucked."
"I'm sorry, even though I have had many Ben was my first real relationship."
Suddenly there was a bright blue and white light. It grew brighter and brighter until I was forced to shut my eyes to avoid being blinded. Then, the noise from the city and all the people seems to fade almost completely.
When I open my eyes again curiously, I am definitely not where I was before. There were tall buildings, but not as many lights and hardly any people. Plus all the roads were almost empty. There were hardly any cabs or cars.
"What the? Where are we?" I ask, looking around incredulously.
"I have no idea," Gabi answers, "Looks like 1940's New York City."
"Gabi, this is not one of your old novels. We can't be in the 1940's because time travel doesn't exist," I state.
"I know that, maybe they blinded us and brought us to a movie set or something."
"Except we didn't move and we were only blinded for a minute. Look, let's split up and figure this place out. Meet me back here in 2 hours. Text me if you find anything important," I say.
"Right," Gabi looks down, "What the hell!? What happened to my clothes!?" I didn't notice her outfit until that moment.
"Dude, you're wearing a dress," I say, "When did that happen?"
"How should I know! My purse has changed too and my cell is gone!" I go to look in my pockets, but I don't have any. I look down too.
"I'M WEARING A PINK DRESS?" I hate pink with a passion, almost as much as I hate dressed, "I'm going to kill someone."
"Haha! You're in pink, at least it looks good on you. I look like a Latina and if we are in the past, which I doubt, I will get a lot of hate."
"Only she demons wear pink," I say, "Like Umbridge. I want my jeans and graphic t - shirt back."
Gabi laughs at the reference and agrees with me, Gabi head off in one direction and I head in another. We agree to meet up in Time Square in two hours since we both know how to get there.
I go back in the direction we were coming from on our trip. It's winter, so the sun has almost completely set, despite the early time. I wander through the streets of what looks like 1940's New York. I see a group of guys.
"Excuse me?" I ask, hoping I'll get some answers from them. But as they get closer, they seem intoxicated. I start to back away, only to run into a strong body behind me.
"Why hello there Gal," one says clearly drunk.
"Where am I?" I ask him.
"Brooklyn doll."
"This isn't Brooklyn? Where are all the people and all the traffic?" I ask, not comfortable, but at least I'm getting answers.
"What do you mean doll?" the second asks, "We don't get much traffic in these parts."
"This is New York City. There's always traffic," I say, but then decide that I need a better source of information. Clearly these guys are too drunk to give me good answers, "I better go."
"What's the hurry?" the first asks moving to block my path, "why don't we get to know each other better?"
"Please move," I say. I'm pretty sure manners won't help me in this situation, but something is forcing me to be polite.
"Aw come on Gal, it will be fun," the second says.
"No thank you," I say, trying to not panic and also trying to get away, but not having luck with either.
"She said no, so back off," a third voice says.
"And what if we don't?" the first asks.
Suddenly the first guy falls to the ground and a tall dark hair, blue eye man stands over him.
"Get out of here, Now," he says.
The two guys run off from us. I step backwards from the man in front of me in a tan military uniform.
"Please don't hurt me," I say,still backing away "I'll do whatever you want. I promise."
"Don't worry Miss, I do not hurt woman," He says smiling, "My name is Bucky."
"Nice to meet you," I say, "Can you please just tell me where I am?"
"Brooklyn."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I ask angrily and kick a wall just a little too hard and curse several times, which was definitely not lady like.
"You must not be from around here," he says getting a little closer, "This is Brooklyn, 1943."
"This isn't funny," I limp backwards, making a wider gap between us, "Who set this up? John, this isn't funny!"
"Ma'am I have no idea what you are talking about. Please let me help you."
"Look, this isn't Brooklyn. I've been to Brooklyn enough times. And also, the year is 2015. So stop with your crap. Game over."
"2015? That isn't for another 70 years or so," Bucky says generally confused.
"How much are John and his crew paying you? How did you the city like this so quickly? And why am I wearing a dress?" I spit the last word, now very angry and the pain in my foot was just adding to it.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, please I am not lying to you."
"This can't be 1940 whatever because that isn't possible. This is 2015 and there is no such thing as time travel. I need to find Gabi." I limp forward, using the wall for support. I try to push past the guy.
"You won't be able to get anywhere with a foot like that, please let me help you."
"Shut up, Mr. Military. I'm not going to fall for your trick and up in some sex dungeon or something. I've read enough romance uniform doesn't even look real."
"Ma'am please," he catches me as I fall, "I am not lying about anything and I have no idea what you mean by sex dungeon."
"Let go of me," I struggle in his strong arms, but he has a strong grip on me.
"No, you are hurt and I will not let you go anywhere alone."
"Just take me to Time Square and leave me there so I can meet my friend."
"Alright."
"What are those walls made out of? Stupid question. It's these damn shoes. They hurt my feet and do nothing to help me walk."
"You kicked a brick wall, what did you expect to happen?"
"I've kicked plenty of walls, Mr. Military. I've never broken my foot before."
Soon we arrive in Time Square and it is not busy like it usually is.
"Where are all the lights and the signs and the people? This doesn't even look like Time Square," I say, "Whatever. Just set me down and go away."
"Don't you need to find your friend? I can help."
"I think I can find her. It's not like there are many people. Please set me down," I tell him nicely.
He nods and sets me down and salutes before walking away. The pain in my foot is rather blinding. I start to get spots in my vision. I take a few steps forward, but my foot can't take the weight. I fall and hit my head on pavement. The world goes dark.
When I come to, I'm in a bed in a plain, sterile white rooms. I'm no longer in the annoying pink dress, but instead a hospital gown. My foot is wrapped up. There is a dull throbbing in my head. I quickly realize there is a person in the chair beside my bed, but my vision is blurry because I don't have my glasses on. I blink a few times and reach my hands out, looking for them.
"Here," a voice says handing me my glasses.
I put them on and the person becomes clear to me, "Who are you?" I ask. I feel like I should recognize the person, but I don't. My memory is a little foggy.
"You are in a hospital, a man found you passed out on the ground and brought you here."
"That wasn't my question," I reply. The man was probably the military guy. He had brought me to Times Square, right? But why?
"My name is Sara O'Mara, I am the head nurse here."
"Your name rhymes," I point out, but she is probably aware of this already, "Am I going to be okay?"
"Yes I know it does," Sara smiles, "You will be fine, the young man will be coming to get you in about an hour."
"But I don't know him," I say, "I need to find someone - I think."
"You have no known family, he said you were looking for a friend and he's gone out to look for her."
"Great. Now, where am I and don't say Brooklyn because I am in no mood for games."
"You are in Manhattan."
"Oh, good. I'm here on a college trip. Do you have a phone I can use? My mother is probably worried sick."
"Of course, there is one in the hall," Sara says getting a wheelchair, "I can help you there."
"Thank you," I say, and look at the chair, trying to figure out how to get into it. It takes a few maneuvers, but I manage alright.
She wheels me into the hall and the hospital looks like something out of a movie, she brings me to a wall phone and hands me the phone.
"What is the number?" Sara asks.
"Umm.. 315-254-0568," I tell her.
She dials the number and nods when she is done. I take the phone as it rings and wait for my mom to pick it up. I really just want to go home at this point.
"Hello?" an older woman's voice answers.
"Mom?" I ask, "Listen, I'm alright. I just got lost on the trip. I'll be fine."
"Catherine? How are you calling? Aren't you suppose to be in London?"
"Not funny, Mom. My name isn't Catherine. I'm in New York. Something weird is going on."
"I'm sorry but my daughter is in London on her honeymoon," she says hanging up.
I frown, "That was strange. Maybe I got the number wrong. Well, someone will find me, right? Can you bring me back to my room?"
"Of course," Sara smiles and brings me back to my room. I lay back down on the bed and wait for the military guy to return.
"Wait, you probably need my name, don't you?" I ask, "Or did you get in from my bag?"
"Oh no, I do need your name ma'am."
"Jessica Arnold," I tell her, then add my address. Hopefully they can sort this all out and get me home. I'm sure Gabi found the rest of our tour group already and was safe.
"Hmm...I didn't think they had that many homes in Syracuse," Sara says, "I have never heard of East Syracuse."
"Well, it's not really as well known as Syracuse," I say.
"Syracuse is still fairly new."
"What, no it isn't. It's been around like forever. Especially because of the college and sports teams."
"College?"
"You know, Syracuse University. Founded in 1870. It's a pretty popular college. Where are you from?" I ask. Maybe she was from far away.
"Oh yes the college, how could I forget," Sara smiles, "I'm from Syracuse actually, but the college is not really too well known outside of Syracuse."
"Huh. I thought everyone knew about it. Hey, what's today? How long was I out?"
"It is March 24th, you've been asleep for two days."
"Oh wow. I'm surprised no one is looking for me. Hey, where's my cell?" I ask her.
"Here is your purse," Sara says handing over my purse, "But what is a cell?"
I look at her like she was crazy, "You know. A cell phone." I look through my bag, trying to find it.
"I have never heard of a cell phone."
"You're kidding," I say as the door to my room opens.
"Hello Mrs. O'Mara," Bucky says, "I'm here for Jessica."
"Oh hello James, she was waiting for you," Sara says.
"How do you know my name?" I ask him, "I never told you. Did you find Gabi? Is she okay? Did she talk to my mom?"
"I found Gabrielle, she was with my friend Steve," Bucky says, "She tried to call your parents but she couldn't get in contact with them or her family."
"Can you take me to her?" I ask, trying to stand.
"Of course," Bucky says as Sara hands me crutches. It takes me a few minutes as we walk down the hall to get used to them.
Bucky takes me out to the taxi that was waiting for us and we head to Brooklyn.
"The city still doesn't look right," I say, "What's going on?"
"Nothing is going on, unless we are still trying to get out of a depression."
"Depression? The last Depression was like 80 years ago."
"The depression started 10-12 years ago," Bucky says, "Here, we're here."
We get out of the taxi and walk up to an apartment, as Bucky opens the door I hear Gabi.
"Steve! Shoo! I will handle the cooking!"
"Gabi?" I ask, trying to hurry to where she is, which is hard with crutches.
"Jess?" Gabi asks. I hug my friend happily. Thankfully something is normal again.
"Gabi, thank goodness. Let's go home now," I say.
"Home where?" Gabi whispers, "I went to Ellis Island to look at the names, my family has never arrived."
"What are you talking about? Gabi, it isn't 1946! It's 2015! Someone is being very mean to us. I want to go home, not spend my time with creepy Mr. Military over there!"
"Jessica Arnold listen to me!" Gabi growls obvious mad now, "That nurse has my grandparent's last name! How do you explain that? We are not in 2015, we are in the past, I don't know how but we are. I would not lie about that Jessica. We shouldn't exist or be here. We have no home to go to."
"How the hell did we end up in 1943?" I ask, getting angry, "I'm leaving. Goodbye." I try to leave, but the military guy blocks my path, "Move."
"Jessica, please let me talk to you," Gabi says pulling me to a room, "Remember I am still older than you."
"I don't trust that guy! Something isn't right here and playing housewife won't fix anything! If you want to stay here with that other guy, fine. But I'm leaving."
"There is nowhere for you to go! I went back to Syracuse and East Syracuse is not there! There is nowhere for us to go, we are lucky they are willing to help us, so quit acting like a child and stop whining or I swear to God I will slap you silly."
"I just think we should be trying to figure out how to get back home! I don't want to sit around and wait for someone to fix our problems! We need to go out and try to solve this!"
"Don't you think I know that?" Gabi growls, "I am joining the army as a nurse so I can understand what exactly happened."
"You think the government is behind this?" I ask her.
"That is the only explanation, if anyone could create time travel it would be them."
"So what am I supposed to do? Should I join you?" I ask, "When are you going to join?"
"No, you cannot join, I am joining tomorrow. I need you here just in case someone else we know comes around."
"So I'm just supposed to stick around here by myself for God knows how long? Is your blond friend in the military too? Or is it just the creepy one that is?"
"Just Bucky, although Steve wants to join, but it's best if he doesn't. Can you make sure he doesn't?"
"So you want me to babysit him while you're gone? Sounds like a lot of fun," I say, "Should I play housewife."
"It won't be for long Jess, I promise."
"Fine. Just don't get yourself killed while you're gone. The main goal is to get home. So don't fall in love or anything."
"Too late for that last one," Gabi sighs, "Anyway I am just a nurse, it's not like I will be on the field or anything. Well at least I hope not."
"Too late? What, did you fall in love with the creep in the three days I was out cold in the hospital?" I ask sarcastically, "Were you worried at all?"
"Yes, I was worried, and no it isn't Bucky."
"Well, then who is he?" I ask, "Is he like your past boyfriends? Because we know how that will end. But seriously Gabi, we don't belong in this time. So I don't care if you have a crush, but don't act on it."
"Don't you think I know that? And no he isn't like my last boyfriends, he is sweet, caring, and kind. It's Steve ok?"
I try not to laugh at this, "The short, blond one? He's shorter than even you! Plus obviously if he isn't in the war yet that means they don't want him. What's wrong with him?"
"One: He isn't that much shorter then me, and Two: he isn't the healthiest person in the world. He has a lot of medical problems from what...my great grandmother has told me."
"You met your great grandmother? Gabi, haven't you seen any time travel movie? You can't interact with your family," I sigh, "When are you leaving for the war?"
"In the morning, Bucky, Steve and I are going to the Future Fair tonight," Gabi suppresses a laugh, "And I know the thing with family, but she was your nurse and also my grandfather is already alive and I am not blood related to them."
"The Future Fair?" I ask, "Isn't that a little pointless for you to go to? You know, us being from the future. Although it might be funny to see how wrong they are. I hope you have fun. Probably not the best place for someone with a broken foot."
"That's why you are staying here, and I am going to see how wrong they are."
"You're going to leave me here alone? What if something happens to me?" I ask her.
"Don't worry, you will be fine. As long as you do not try to leave the apartment, everything is pretty much one floor."
"Great. Have fun. I'll see you when I see you," I say, settling on the bed, "Whose room is this anyways?"
"It was Bucky's, but he let me use it."
I nearly fall off the bed at this comment, "Gross!"
"Oh come on Jess! It's not that bad! It's better than staying in like your brother's room."
"Whatever," I say, "Bring me back a souvenir from the fair. Have fun. I'll figure out something to do."
"I left magazines on the night stand," Gabi says grabbing her purse, "They aren't as good as the ones in our time but they'll do."
I watch Gabi leave the room and hear the front door open and close as Gabi and the two guys left the apartment. I grab one of the magazines and start flipping through it. Gabi was right. The magazines in this time kinda sucked. I look around the room. It's so boring in here. So I do exactly what Gabi told me not to do. I leave.