A very loud sound woke me up. It took a moment for my very tired brain to realize it was simply the wake-up call. Shit, how late did I get here last night?

"Morning, sleepyhead." Bucky quipped as he buttoned up his jacket.

"What time is it?" I very groggily asked.

"Time for you to get a watch! Sorry, couldn't resist. It's five in the morning."

"How does 5 AM count as morning?"

"It does in the Air Force, thought you'd know that by now."

"I do know, it's just that…Ugh... my head hurts."

"A little hungover, maybe?"

"I barely drank last night, I just didn't get enough sleep. Speaking of which, how come you're so chipper?"

"Well, I didn't drink that much either and I got up over half an hour ago."

"Why…?"

"Because I find it a lot better than being woken up my trumpets."

"…Fair enough…"

I tried sitting up, but the pain in my head seemed to get a hundred times worse when I did. Bucky seemed to notice my discomfort.

"Jeez, when did you get back last night?"

"I don't know either…Maybe I should get a watch."

"Maybe. What did you do, anyway? I look away for one second and you're gone!"

"Yeah, sorry about that…Maggie punched that guy in the face and we had to make a run for it."

"Maggie, huh? The girl from the bar? Didn't peg you for a prey chaser, Barkley. Not judging though."

"No, it wasn't anything like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that, we just sort of talked for a while. I took her to the plane and she showed me some stuff.."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Just some stuff she filmed. She works in the PR department so she needs footage of what we're doing out here."

"Oh, so that was Andy's sister then!"

"Yeah…? Shouldn't you like, know that?"

"Man, Andy's never even shown us a picture of her."

"But…doesn't she work here?"

"Well, I guess she does now. He did say she was looking to transfer to Harrington. Closer to home, I suppose. She must have flown in yesterday. I'll bet you Andy knew. He's just not too fond of the idea of a bunch of guys drooling over his sister. Then again, I don't think anyone is."

I eventually did get up and get dressed. My luggage had finally arrived, so that was nice. I didn't really bring too much stuff, mostly just drawing supplies and a few clean shirts. The plane's not fixed yet (for obvious reasons), so we're not on the flight board today. Guess that means I have the day all to myself. I could probably take some pencils and paper and try to draw the plane, maybe check in on the mechanics while I'm at it. Of course, first things first: I needed to get some breakfast. Bucky had told me that it was first come first served, so I rushed over to the mess hall, my head still hurting like hell. Maybe some food would help.