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I heard a low rumbling as I started to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes, which was actually really hard. I felt like my eyes had been glued shut and didn't want to open. I lightly moaned and tried to stretch, but noticed that there was an IV in my arm. My eyes shot open at that and I tried to sit up. I saw a figure out of the corner of my eyes rush towards me and lightly push me back down. Everything felt fuzzy, and I had a buzzing in my ears.

"Ma'am you need to lay back down. You've only been here for a few hours, and we have no idea how long you were laying out in the mud before we found you."

I looked over at the voice and saw a guy around my age, maybe a few years older than me staring at me.

"Wh-where am I," I managed to ask even though my throat felt like I had stuffed cotton tails down it. The guy looked at another person in the room. This person walked forward and looked down at me, cocking his head to the side.

Unknown guy number 2 spoke up, "Ma'am you're currently in the medic tent on the base here in France." He looked confused as if I should've known exactly where I am.

"F-France?! What do you mean France? You're joking right?"

The first guy looked at the second guy and said, "Maybe we should grab the Colonel, or Agent Carter."

My eyes shot up to both of their faces, "Agent Carter? Wait a minute. Now I know you're joking. Did Lizzie put you up to this? I love her but this is something she would do." I could feel myself getting worked up and had to force myself to take deep breaths to calm down. The two strangers exchanged a look and the second guy turned and walked out. I looked around and took a good look at my surroundings. I noticed dark green walls made out of fabric surrounded me, and there was very little light. I was sitting on a dark green cot that looked like it had come from the 1940's.

"Ma'am now that you're awake I can take the IV out of your arm if you would like," I heard unknown guy number one say. I focused on his face and nodded my head to say yes. I watched as he carefully worked and paid close attention to what he was doing.

"What's your name," I asked him.

"The names Jim. Jim Morita. I'm the medic here."

My eyes widened and I said, "Wait Jim Morita. As in Private Jim Morita. One of Captain America's Howling Commando's?"

He nodded his head in agreement. "Yes Ma'am that's me. I'm surprised you've heard of me. Most people only know about the Captain."

"Captain? Do you mean Captain America? As in THE little guy from Brooklyn. Best friend to James Buchanan Barnes, who is also known as Bucky."

Jim gave me an odd look and said, "You know quite a bit for a simple civilian".

"I was just about to say the same thing private Morita. Where do you come from young lady, and who are you," a voice jumped out from the doorway to the tent. I saw Jim jump up and stand at attention, so I quickly hopped off the cot and stood up as well. I turned my head quickly towards the tent flap and saw a tall older gentleman standing there. As a matter of fact this guy looks just like the actor who portrays Colonel Phillips in Captain America. How is this possible? How did Lizzie manage to pull this off, to the point that even the people acting look just like the actors? The even bigger question is how did they manage to get me out of my apartment into this tent in the middle of nowhere? I looked up from my inner monologue and saw that both Morita and Col. Phillips were staring at me waiting for a response.

"Oh…uh well my name is Hailey. Hailey Rae Johnson is my full name, and well uh I'm from New York."

"How did you get to France in the middle of a war, Hailey from New York," Col. Phillips asked me.

"I don't know Sir. One minute my best friend Lizzie and I were watching a movie in our living room, and the next thing I know I fall asleep and here I am. I swear I have no idea how I got here. Wait I'm actually in France? Next you're going to tell me that I'm in the 1940's," I laughed awkwardly.

Col. Phillips and Jim exchanged a glance and Jim stepped forward towards me.

"Hailey what year do you believe it is," Jim asked.

I glanced at both of them with confusion in my eyes and said, "What do you mean? It's 2020." I watched as an expression of shock flashed across their faces.

"Young Lady it's not 2020. The year is 1943, more specifically December 24th, 1943. It's Christmas Eve," Col. Phillips stated.

My eyes widened in shock and I froze. It was like I couldn't move. I was shocked. I mean who wouldn't be. I was just told that it was Christmas Eve….in 1943….and I was in France. I tried to talk but when I tried it was like the words kept getting stuck in my throat. The air felt like it was getting thinner. Was it getting harder to breathe? The last thing I saw was a third figure rushing towards me and my eyes closed, letting me slip into oblivion.

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Authors Note: I do not own any Marvel Characters. If I did I would be rich. However since I'm not rich I clearly don't own them. I do own my original OC's though!