Chapter 3
Somewhere during Charlie's brief sleep Erskine had taken off the ice pack and placed in on the bedside table. By the time Charlie woke up the ice had melted through the cloth and had spilled onto the table. Normally she would have cleaned it up, but she could barely move. The pain had lessened slightly, but her ribs and head still throbbed.
It took Charlie a while to gather her feelings up and shove them deep down after that horrible memory had surfaced in her dream. Charlie did not like showing her sadness, she hated the pitying look people gave her as she walked through the streets, a small, frail, young girl with sadness seeming to leak off her. So Charlie stuck to no emotions other than happiness, which almost never happened, not with her lifestyle, and a hardness in her eyes. That normally kept some of the creeps and muggers away, though not always.
Charlie laid on the bed for a long time, thinking of Lily, trying to conjure up some of their happier memories together. Like one time when the children of the orphanage were taken to the park, the two friends ran around all day, laughing and playing together.
It was around seven in the morning when Erskine woke up. Charlie did not notice, to absorbed in her thoughts about her lost friend.
"Good morning, Charlie." Erskine said, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Charlie jumped, not expecting the sudden noise in the terribly quiet room. She cringed in pain, but managed not to make a sound.
"Good morning." She replied.
"How are you feeling?" Erskine asked, getting up out of the chair and walking towards the small kitchenette.
"I'm feeling much better." Charlie lied, she really was not feeling well at all. "I think I will be able to walk home soon."
Erskine looked at Charlie, from the look on his face she knew he did not believe her. He did not say anything, just turned around and opened a drawer. He pulled out two bagels.
"Vould you like a bagel?" Erskine asked. Charlie was about to say no, all she needed to do was take this kind man's food as well as his bed and medical resources, but her stomach betrayed her. It let out a loud, long, obnoxious growl.
"Yes please." Charlie said quietly, a pink ting blooming on her cheeks.
Erskine smiled at her and popped the bagels in the toaster. He left the toaster and picked up two apples from a plastic bag that had been sitting on the counter.
He walked over to where Charlie was laying and held out the apple. Charlie accepted the fruit gratefully and took a bite of her first apple in a long time. She had not been able to afford a nice apple ever, only getting a few good ones while at the orphanage. This apple tasted like heaven.
They ate in silence for a minute, Erskine looked to be contemplating something, Charlie had no idea what, when the bagels popped out of the toaster. Erskine went over put the bagels on plates and took out the butter. He raised the butter towards her and lifted and eyebrow as to ask if she wanted any.
"No thank you." Charlie said. Erskine buttered one bagel and brought the two plates with him when he went back to Charlie. He gave her the plain bagel and sat down on his seat. He picked up his bagel and was about to take a bite when he paused. Erskine set the bagel down on his plate and looked at Charlie seriously.
"May I ask you some qvestions?" Erskine asked. Startled by the sudden seriousness of the doctor she nodded.
"Sure."
"Vhat are your thoughts on the var?"
Charlie thought for a moment. Why did her thoughts about the war matter to Erskine?
"Well, I don't like war. It's bloody and brutal, and I wish we could have used a more peaceful method to try and solve the problem." Charlie paused. "But I want to help. And not just by collecting scrap metal. It really seems as though my scrap metal efforts don't help much. I would like to be out there fighting against the Germans."
"So you vant to kill some Nazis?" Erskine asked.
"I don't really want to kill anyone. I'm not a killer. But I stand for what's right, and killing people because of what they believe is not right." Charlie said. Erskine considered this for a moment, chewing on his bagel thoughtfully. Charlie lifted the bagel up, winced at using her sore arms, but took a bite anyways, her funger over ruling her pain.
"Vhat vould you be doing if I sent you home?" Erskine asked, moving onto the other half of his bagel.
"I'd work my shifts at the store and then go back to my apartment for the night. Why?" Charlie said, wondering what all these questions were leading to.
"You really vant to help defeat Hitler?" Erskine asked, almost like a challenge.
"Yes." Charlie said with no hesitation. She chewed slowly on the bagel, having no idea where this conversation was going. Erskine smiled, finishing off his bagel.
"I think I have somezing you could do." Erskine said with a happy smile on his face.
And that is where I leave you off. Sorry it's taken me a while to update and this really isn't much, but I have a writers block. I'm not sure weather to keep this a bucky/oc or make it a steve/oc. I think Steve might work better.
Thoughts?
Whitelion69: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
Ilama-hunter-on-fire: I'm glad you loved it! I hope you liked this update.
Superdani4Ever: I was kinda sad, I'm kinda mean to my OCs. Things are only going to get worse eventually. I will be really mean. Very mean. Oops.
The Emster: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it and thought it was original. She is definitely to tiny to beat up those guys :)
