So, this story is based on the movies, but I kind of put a slight changes in it so that story makes more sense. I don't know, it makes more sense if you read it (lol). It's not super crazy different or anything, just slight details that help the story come together. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

The Start of Something Dangerous

Chapter 1

"This is hospital buildings," Peggy said as she stopped inside the white brick building. Red lip stick painted the woman's lips in a courageous way and partially reminded Catherine of the Army Nurse Corps poster that used to hang in the diner she worked at.

Her accent was British and she sauntered around like there was nothing to ever apologize for. She was proud. Catherine could learn a thing or two.

She tried not to fiddle with her winter uniform. It was the first time she had worn the formal wear and it somewhat itched her. She pulled down on the bottom of the wool, olive drab jacket. It was uncomfortable, but she admitted it fit her figure well. Her brunette hair was in neat twists neatly at the nape of her neck and her face was nearly free of makeup. So, it wasn't hard to tell the young woman hadn't had a good night's sleep in quite a while.

Peggy motioned for Catherine to enter first. Having a building to work in rather than an array of tents connected together was definitely something new, but she wasn't about to complain. The building was chilly, but nothing compared to the freezing outside temperatures. She could get used to this.

She was immediately greeted by a younger looking woman, who grasped her hand with a quick shake and whisked her away. "I guess someone can show the barracks later," Peggy called after the retreating woman.

"Thank goodness you are here," the woman said as she ushered Catherine into a empty room handed off a nurses uniform. "We have been understaffed immensely. Hurry and get changed." The woman left Catherine standing there, a bit taken back.

She obliged and stripped from her service wear. Duty calls, she thought to herself as she pulled on the working uniform and hurried out of the room.

"Everything is going to be alright," she murmured to the moaning man as she lifted up his shirt. Finding a spot on his stomach that had enough fat, she grabbed the morphine tube off of the tray and uncapped it. She pinched together the skin surrounding the area and then pushed the needle into him.

The soldier would be out within a few good minutes. The morphine, mixed with his exhaustion would knock him out, and hopefully give her enough time to work on him. She pinned the syrette to man's shirt, so that others would not offer him anymore of the drug, and hurried off to gather some bandages and ointment.

There were severe burns running along the man's face and down his neck. Caught in a blast, apparently. Catherine had seen worse, but if he wasn't bandaged up, it wouldn't heal properly.

By the time Catherine was told to end her shift she was exhausted. With less nurses working in the building, more things had to be done. She exited the building with her formal uniform neatly folded and in her arms. Sleep was the only thing on her mind, but for that to happen, she first had to know where exactly her bunk was.

Catherine let out a deep sigh and thought back to the building she was in, when she first arrived. She trudged in the direction she believed she came from. Someone there could show her the way. She considered asking another nurse, but didn't want to be bother. Everyone inside seemed busy.

Eventually, Catherine came upon buildings which she assumed were barracks. She stopped, pursed her lips and glanced around the area for someone to speak to. A few men sat around a few logs and were dealing out cards, maybe they could help.

How naive of her to think that.

"Excuse me," she called out as she neared the men. The group paused and glanced up at her.

"What can we do for you darling," one of them drawled out. His tone was dripping with something that sort of made her uncomfortable.

"I seem to have, um-" she paused noticing the glazed over look in his eyes and distraction as he stared straight at her. "Could you point in the direction of the nurse-"

"You know," another one of them started. "I think I skipped my checkup the other day." A chorus of agreements and 'me too' rang out.

"Well," Catherine said swallowing thickly. "You should take care of that as soon as you can. I think I remember the way, thank you though." She turned on her foot and began to hurry in the direction she came.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" A voice called after her. "Maybe you can give me a check up? See if everything is in working order." The group hooted after her and then broke into a fit of laughter.

Catherine huffed, her arms trembling and continued on with her head held high.

"Hey," the voice said, rougher. "I said, where are you going?"

Seconds later a hand caught her elbow. "Excuse me?" Catherine jumped in surprise and then jerked her arm out of their grasp. Her uniform fell into the dirt and she hurriedly turned to face the man and took a few steps back in fear.

"Easy there," the voice was polite, calm, British.

He wasn't in the standard soldier uniform, Catherine made note. She also made note of his bright blue eyes, that seemed to contrast with the dull browns he was wearing. Opening her mouth to say something no words came out, but a slight gasp.

"Oh-" she said somewhat in shock. "I- I'm-"

"Are you alright," he asked, as she choked out the 'sorry' at the same time.

Good Lord, Catherine thought to herself as he knelt down and began to gather her service uniform from the dirt.

"It's quite alright," he offered standing upright.

Catherine grabbed the uniform from him with shaky hands, still at a lost for words. "I- uh," she breathed out. "Thanks."

"Were-" he paused and glanced at the group of men who returned to their card game, no longer interested. "Were you looking for someone?" he creased his eyebrows together.

"Oh," her eyebrows shot up. "No, no I wasn't looking for anyone. I'm actually-" she began to look a bit embarrassed. "I am a little lost."

"Well, I am sure I could help you."

"That would be great," Catherine said as he led her away from the tents.

"You must be new here," he began as they left the camp area behind them. He walked with his shoulders pulled back, back straight, little to no slouching. It was as if had been trained all his life to walk upright. He didn't offer any real emotion or smile, not even a real frown.

"What gave it away?" she asked offering a sheepish smile.

"I've never seen a nurse come within five meters of the soldier's area," he said looking over at her with peculiarity. "I would consider yourself lucky miss-" he paused hoping that she would offer a name.

"Catherine," she finished for him.

"Catherine," he repeated. His accent made it sound ten times better. "Most of the men on this base don't see a woman until they're knocked over with pain. Not counting Agent Carter of course, but she usually is the one inflicting pain."

"Of course," Catherine agreed. "I guess I am lucky then."

The man silently nodded and offered no more.

"This is it," he said stopping in front of the couple of buildings that were identical to the other side of camp.

"Thank you," Catherine said turning to him. "Um-"

"Falsworth," he said looking down at her with no real expression.

"Thank you, Falsworth."

It had to be his last name, but nonetheless it fit.

"Don't mention it," he said nodding. "If I were you, I would be more cautious next time."

"Of course," she said offering a smile that wasn't returned.

It was a good three weeks until Catherine saw the 'Falsworth' again. She was well adjusted to the base, and did not hesitate when it came to her responsibilities. However, it seemed that she had fallen into her old dreamer ways. He refused to leave her mind, to leave her be, and it troubled Catherine to wits end.

"Sign for the new shipment supplies," the chief nurse ordered as she whisked through the place. Catherine nodded and set down the sheet she was trying to fix on one of the beds. She ran a hand to smooth over the skirt of her uniform and went to the front of the building to meet the deliverer.

She offered him a kind smile as she grabbed the clipboard and pen from his hands. A chill ran down her neck and she shivered. The lasting effects of winter had already settled in at the base. Snow and ice covered the ground. She scribbled messily on the signature line and handed the clipboard back to the man.

"Where do you want everything?" He asked tucking the clipboard under his arm.

"Just set them through the door and to the side, for now." she said motioning towards the building with her head. He nodded and began to do so.

Catherine stepped out of the man's way and took in a deep breath. Although cold, the winter's air was somewhat refreshing. She pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and stuck it between her lips. Smoking had become a real nerve calmer for her while she was on duty. Catherine would never call it a habit, but more of a routine to have at least one a day. She lit the end of it.

Her eyes scanned the places in front of her, until they found something that peaked her interest. There he was, leaning against a few stacked crates of rations. A few nurses were chatting him and his friend up and he didn't seem to mind. Catherine grabbed the cigarette from her mouth and blew out the smoke. His face was dusty, his blue eyes seemed dull, and he looked overall tired, but a kind smile was on his lips. He was wearing the same clothes, but they were dirtier. She watched in curiosity as his friend turned around as if sensing her gaze on them.

Their eyes met and Catherine's face went flush. She rid herself of the cigarette and blew out the last of the smoke caught in her lungs. He smirked and nodded in her direction.

Look away! She chastised herself for continuing to stare, but it was like she was frozen.

"All done," the delivery man said exiting the hospital building. Catherine was thankful for him. She smiled and thanked him for the delivery and then hurried back inside of the building, her face beet red.