Warnings: This chapter is pretty lowkey, but in future chapters there will be physical violence, sexual relationships, and discussions of pretty serious trauma. Trigger warnings will occur before each specific chapter, so read with your own discretion.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Marvel or Disney universe, and all original characters are my own unless specifically mentioned. I had a picture of Captain America as my phone wallpaper for like of all of high school, so that's something right. Rights belong to those who have created and developed these amazing characters.

Author's Note: Hello, and welcome! There will be at least two different pairings within this story, with two different original characters. The relationships will be very different and develop very differently because of the differences in personalities and experiences. So. Yah. :)

Also the timeline is going to make no sense if you expect this to follow the movie or comic storylines. Cause it isn't going to. At all. If you don't care, chill, have fun and read! If you do care about the timeline, more explanation will be offered at the end of this chapter.

I hope you guys enjoy this story with two of my favorite characters of all time played by two of my favorite actors. Reviews are always welcomed and really help with my motivation to write more! I hope you guys enjoy :)

Songs of the Chapter: Chlorine - twenty one pilots and Little Do You Know - Alex & Sierra

Chapter One - Eveline Harkness

Eveline Harkness quickly walked down the empty alleyway, humming to herself softly. The night was still dark and the stars were peeking out through the clouds. The flickering streetlight and the headlights in the distance were the only light source, and in the alley it was dark. The busy streets of the city did not seem quite so loud and craz in the alleyway, it was almost peaceful, the silence. She needed the silence. It calmed her mind. She needed the silence. Especially after a busy day, she prefered to be alone. She was returning from the hospital, she could feel the effects of the 12 hour shift on her shoulders and in her feet. She was tired, really tired, and couldn't wait to get home and finally get some sleep.

She glanced up at the the sky once again, watching as the sun began to slowly peak over the horizon, getting ready to wake the city for the morning. She could hear the horns of angry drivers in the distance. While the world was waking up, it was time for this ER doctor to finally get some sleep. Everyone was always in such a rush to be on their way.

She hadn't lost a patient today, Eveline thought to herself was a little smile. The night had been relatively peaceful, her parents being only three car accidents, two heart attacks, five crying sick children and their anxious parents, three minor shooting victims, and six people who refused to admit how they had gotten hurt in the first place. None were truly life threatening, most she patched up and sent home, or handed over to the police for questioning. A few were kept overnight for observation, but she probably would be able to send them home her next shift. Silence was welcomed. She was enjoying her new life, a return to a lifestyle she had lived before. Peaceful. Much more peaceful than it had been the last couple of years. Ever since New York her world had been turned on its head and she was so glad it finally was returning to normal. Finally.

She turned at the corner and entered another alley. Xander hated it when she took the back ways, always warning her of the dangers of being a woman alone at night, but Eveline could handle herself. Beside the busy streets of DC were sometimes more dangerous than the alleyways. And this way was much faster, away from the hustle and the bustle of people who went throughout the city.

She stopped humming and discreetly looked around her as she sped up her pace ever slightly. Maybe it was just because she had thought of Xander's ever insistent warnings, but she felt like she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck went up and she slowly reached into her purse. Even if it was nothing, could never hurt a girl to be prepared. And the taser she was now holding certainly knew how to bring someone down.

There was a loud crash behind her, and Eveline spun around. She started to laugh out loud when she saw the ragged white alley cat that had jumped down now staring at her. "Well hello to you, Mr. Whiskers, you gave me quite the fright." She commented out loud as the cat gave her a glare and then walked away from her.

Shaking her head, Eveline continued on her way.

Eveline was whistling, but she couldn't quite place the song. She knew she had heard it on the radio one of her nurses had going in the break room, but she couldn't remember it's words or name. It was catchy through, and stuck in her head, which she found rather annoying.

She fished her keys out of her purse as she came up to her apartment, but as she reached for the door knob, she barely touched it and it creeped open. Eveline freezed.

She had not left it unlocked, she was positive. Having gotten robbed twice in the last couple of years had made sure of that. Her eyes narrowed, and she reached into her purse again, slowly pulling out her taser, finger carefully placed on the trigger.

She pushed the door open, just enough for her to slip in without making a noise. None of the lights were on. Her roommate wasn't due back for a few more days, but Xander's schedule was rather unpredictable. She carefully made her way down the hallway, remembering the training SHIELD has forced down her throat in the three years she worked for them. She had hoped she would never have to use it.

It could be nothing.

But it could be something.

There was a small on in her living room and Eveline's mind started racing as she ran through the possibilities. Xander's keys weren't on the hook. Was it a robber? Was it Hydra? She hadn't been that important to SHIELD, just a doctor to their agents, but who knows at this point. It could be anyone. And they be here to kill her, or worse.

The floorboards, creaked behind her, and she whipped around pressing the button causing her taser to activate, the sound of electricity crackling through the air. An African American man she didn't recognize stumbled back, obviously surprised by the much smaller woman holding such a threat. "Woah, woah, woah." He commented calmly, holding his hands up. "Friends, I promise."

Eveline tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, allowing for him to elaborate, but holding her position.

"Doctor Harkness." A voice behind her commented and Eveline, recognizing it, lowered her taser with a slightly smile on her face.

"Didn't expect to see you anytime soon, Captain America. Aren't you a wanted man?" Eveline replied, returning her taser to her purse, hearing the man now behind her let out a small sigh of relief.

Steve Rogers slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "I apologize for intruding. But we needed a safe place to hide and your name is on a very short list." He was moving stiffly, Eveline noted, and was carefully holding his right arm. Which she guessed was the reason he was here.

"What can I do for you, Captain Rogers." Eveline asked, moving into her kitchen.

"If it isn't too much of an imposition, I was wondering if you could check out my arm? We had a run in with some remnants of Hydra and they did more damage than I would like to admit." Steve admitted, and Eveline held up her first aid kit with a smile. Walking back to the living room she glanced at the other man. "Ah, sorry, Doctor Harkness, this is Sam Wilson. Sam Wilson. Doctor Harkness."

"Call me Eveline, Captain Rogers. Or Eve. I'm not your doctor anymore, just a friend." Eveline replied kneeling next to the coach, and opening up her kit.

"Then call me, Steve, Eveline." Steve said with a slight smile on his face, which quickly turned to a wince and he looked at his arm.

"Shirt. Off." Eveline replied still focused on her supplies and the Captain quickly complied, carefully removing his black very very tight t-shirt to show the flesh wound on his arm.

Eveline glanced it, being very careful to not look at the muscles she was now sitting very close to. Be professional Eve, be professional. You're a doctor. You've seen fine specimen before. Be professional. "It doesn't look like it caused a lot of damage, if your healing rate was normal I would say you'd need stitches. But with how fast you heal, some butterflies should take care of it. Will probably scar through. Just to let you know." Eveline commented, getting to work on wiping down the blood which had streaked down his arm.

The injury was an old one, at least a couple of days. Or else it would be bleeding a whole lot more, but most of this blood looked dried. So, he ignored his injury, that is nothing new. She made quick work with it, in just a few minutes it was cleaned, butterflied and wrapped. It was a simple wound. But it shouldn't be causing him the amount of pain that he was clearly in.

She took a step back and looked at him. And frowned. "You didn't mention the bruises." His chest was badly bruised on his left side, the same as the bullet wound. It was also a couple of days old, and continued up to his shoulder. He took a fall. Hard.

That would explain the pain he was displaying.

"I wasn't really worried about them." Steve admitted, glancing at Sam who just shrugged.

"Breath in deeply." Eveline ordered and Steve quickly obeyed. "And out. And in. And out." She watched closely to his breathing, watching the way his chest rose and fell carefully. "Okay, so your breathing isn't being affected, so that's a good thing. But I need to know if your ribs are broken and at risk for causing internal damage." She sighed softly. "And since I don't have an x-ray, a portable scanner, or x-ray vision, we are going to have to do this the old fashioned way." She smiled softly at Steve. "This is gonna hurt. Is it alright if I touch you?"

Steve nodded and Eveline took a step forward, lightly running her fingers down the bruises, taking mental note at where exactly she was when he stiffened or took a sharp breath. After the quick check, she went back to those spots, using her fingers to check the ribs. Enough pressure that she could feel them, but as little as she could to prevent more damage. Not that the Captain couldn't handle it, being a supersoldier and all that, but it was still common courtesy to try not to hurt your patients more.

"They aren't broken, recently at least. I can tell they have been and healed, but they are all intact now. Looks like you strained some muscles, and ripped them slightly, but you'll be fine in a few days. I'd tell you try to not move too much, to take it easy and not force yourself, but you never listened to any of my medical advice anyway." Eveline stood up and turned around to look at the other man standing in her living room. "What about you Sam, anything you would like me to check out, make sure you are okay?"

"No, I am okay, Ma'am." Sam replied politely.

"No pain, nothing at all?" Eveline asked and Sam shook his head, so Eveline turned her attention back to Steve. "Anything else hurt Steve?" Steve shook his head as well. "Since he's not going to listen to me, Sam, I'll tell you. Try to get him to take it easy. Super healing might be faster than the rest of us, but even superheroes like you need to take a breath to make sure your body can keep handling the damage you put it through."

"Yes, Ma'am." Steve acknowledged and Eveline groaned.

"Both of you, don't call me Ma'am. It makes me feel old. I'm not a soldier, or your superior officer in any way. Just a Doctor." She commented, hearing Steve chuckle above her as he pulled back on his shirt. She focused on putting the stuff she had taken out of her medical kit back in, exactly where she had taken it out. Made everything easier, having it so organized. She took unpack and repack this in her sleep. Not that she had really needed it, but one can never be sure. One can never be too prepared. She learned the consequences the hard way. "What are you guys doing that caught the attention of Hydra anyway? After that whole mess, most of us are just keeping our heads down until things can be reorganized."

"You'd go back to SHIELD." Sam asked causing Eveline to sigh.

"I don't know. I never wanted to work for SHIELD in the first place. I just wanted to save lives, but the world changes and life is messy. I think I am just going to go where I can help the most amount of people and figure it out a day at a time." She replied glancing back at the soldier who didn't seem surprised at her answer.

Nobody really knew anything anymore. No one really had any control anymore. It wasn't black and white, it wasn't right and wrong. Right when you think you understand what is going on, someone will pull the rug out from underneath you and you'll end up right on your ass. It might take you awhile to get up, but you'll always find yourself back down again. She missed the days when things were simple. When she had a patient to save and she didn't have time to think about anything else.

She didn't have to think about aliens. She didn't have to think about Hydra. She didn't have to think about mass deaths. She didn't have to think about it.

Then again, if her life had been any different she wouldn't be here to help these two gentlemen. She wouldn't be here to help two of the people who were really fighting for a better world.

The two people who hadn't answered her initial question. She could tell they were silently fighting about it, deciding whether to tell her or not. Whether to trust her or not. She wouldn't trust her either.

Well, she would trust herself. Because she knows herself. But, if she was in their situation, she wouldn't be exactly happy to tell an almost stranger what their plan was. She might be trusted to fix an arm, but neither of them knew which side she was really on.

Which side anyone was really on.

If there was anyone left to trust these days, it was getting harder to tell.

Things aren't black and white. They never were, but now it was even more obvious. The world was a mess, and not knowing who to trust would just make things even harder.

Eveline opened her mouth to tell them that they didn't have to tell her but Steve quickly said, "We are looking for the Winter Soldier." Sam threw his hands up in the air, exacerbated he had lost the silent fight, and crossed his arms almost pouting slightly.

Eveline stood up with her medical kit. "The Winter Soldier. As in that dude who tried to kill you."

"He saved me." Steve protested softly. "He wasn't in control, he's." He hesitated again.

"Hold that thought." Eveline offered, walking towards the kitchen causing both men to look at each other in surprise.

When Eveline returned, she was holding a bowl of cereal. Catching the men's looks she explained, "Give me a break, I just worked a 24 hour shift, and I'm tired. I have a feeling this is going to be a long story and I need my lucky charms."

She sat down in the chair next to the coach and let Steve explain why they were looking for the man who seemed to insistent on killing him not all that long ago. He started to tell his story, a story that started back in 1918.

After Steve was finished telling his story, the room was silent, as Eveline continued to munch on her cereal carefully watching him. After a few long silent moments she commented, "You know, you could have just told me he was Bucky and that would have saved us all a lot of time."

"You know about, Bucky?" Steve asked surprised.

Eveline sighed, putting down her bowl. "Steve, Captain America's story is taught to all of us in our history books and our schools. We all know your story, the story of the Howling Commandos. Of your sacrifice. Of your best friend's death. Or not death. Yeah, that does kind of complicate things, the whole brainwashing and supersoldier stuff wasn't in the books. Guess they need to update those now. There is a lot of stuff you need to update."

Steve shook his head. "It is so strange to me, that anyone would find those stories interesting."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam laughed. "Those were my favorite part of history class."

Eveline stood up. "Well, fun talk, but I am about to pass out and I have another shift in less than 12 hours. So. You are welcome to crash here, as long as you'd like, my roommate is out of town and my door is always open for you too. Especially seeing how you know how to pick locks. The coaches aren't exactly as comfortable beds would be but they are great for naps, but they are better than the floor, I guess. Or wherever you guys sleep. Do you guys sleep on beds? Or like in your car? Do you have a car? I, uh, I obviously don't know anything about this Superhero business and I am rambling. Do you guys get to stay at the Avengers tower? Do you guys really hang out all of the time, or just like when you need to beat up bad guys. What am I saying? I really need to pass out, uh, let me grab you blankets. Do you need to sleep? It's like day time isn't it. What? I don't know, I'll grab you blankets, you guys can figure it out from there."

She walked over to a closet and pulled out a stack of warm blankets, perfect for the winter months. Granted it was summer now, but, still. She turned and Steve was right behind her, almost giving her a heart attack since she hadn't heard him move.

He carefully took the blankets out of her arms and smiled at her. "Thank you, Eve."

"Mhmm." Eveline replied, "Kitchen is there, help yourself, and that's the bathroom." She pointed out her different locations. "I'll be up in like eight to ten hours, but I doubt you want me to keep on rambling, so it will probably be best for everybody. Night. Day? Sleep? I don't know. Later." She awkwardly patted Steve on his non hurt shoulder and made her way to her room.

"Sleep well, Eveline." She heard Steve call from behind her and she just waved.

Finally making it her room, she simply fell on it, not bothering to change her clothes. She stared up at the ceiling.

He.

Is.

So.

Hot.

And just chilling in her living room, like that was a normal thing to do. Like he wasn't a literal superhero who had saved her life or anything, nope, just a normal ridiculously hot dude chilling in her living room. Because that is something that happens in real life. Of course it does.

She kicked off her shoes and rolled over onto her side, quickly falling asleep as her exhaustion completely hit her.

Author's Note: So, I am not a Doctor, but I am an EMT. So while I can't promise that all of the medicine will be completely accurate, I do have training in trauma care so it won't be completely wrong.

Timeline Explanation:

Okay, so this story starts between Avengers: Age of Ultron and Captain America: Civil War, but will not follow the timeline of Captain America: Civil War or any of the following movies. As much as I love the movies, the painnnnnnnnnnnn. We also will not be following (any) of the timelines from the comics because those are confusing enough to try to follow anyway.

I've honestly had this idea for years, sine Captain America: The Winter Soldier came out, so everything in my head doesn't really match up with what happened in the movies or the comics. Main themes and patterns will recur, but I will be kind of pulling the characters out of their timeline and putting them into my own to play with at my own discretion. Hehehe.

Since it is my own story, I would love to see what you guys would want to see and will always be willing to take suggestions. Help me both be awfully mean and sort of nice to our little favorite soldiers. :)

As always, please let me know what you think, favorite, follow and review! Lots of love, M

Sneak Peek Into Chapter Two

Eveline Harkness loudly groaned when her alarm started to go off, and had to hold off the desire to pick it up and chuck it at the wall. Sleep was so lovely. Sleep was so nice. Sleep was her best friend. Why would she ever want to get up?

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, and stared up at the ceiling. Running through the pros and cons of getting up. She didn't want to. But she always did. She had a job to do. She had lives to save. So she slowly sat up.

She was still wearing what she had been yesterday.

Strange.

And that wasn't the only thing that was strange.

She had had such a weird dream.

She half stood up half rolled off her bed and made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and pouring herself a perfectly healthy balanced breakfast of lucky charms. She basically ran on the stuff. Whatever you have to do to keep you moving, she supposed. She was alive still, wasn't she?

She neatly pushed herself up onto the kitchen counter, and swung her legs slightly as she begun to eat.

She looked up and saw Steve standing in the doorway to her kitchen. Eveline smiled slightly, "So it wasn't a dream."

And immediately cursed at herself for the fact that she said that out loud.