So, Beth is now a medic and in this chapter we get a glimpse of her life out in the field. Thank you to Lara Barnes for your reviews, they mean the world to me! As always, thank you for all the favourites and follows! This one's not too long, but the next few will be back to their normal length!

On a side note, I sat down and worked out everything I want to write leading up to Civil War and there were over 100 chapters! I don;t want to cut anything out, so I have decided this will be story 1 in a series and there;s likely to be around 3 or 4 other stories to the set. If I finish them before Civil War comes out, there will be a break as I don;t want to write anything along that storyline until I've seen it. Basically, you're in for a lot of Beth!

March 12th 1943. Camp Lehigh, New Jersey.

Beth stepped out of the car, her stomach twisted in knots. She took a shaky breath to steel herself, grasping Bucky's hand as tightly as she could when he stood next to her and took her own. He grimaced slightly, but squeezed back, flashing her a reassuring smile when she looked over at him. Her knees began to shake and she leaned in to him, his arm wrapping round her waist.

"It'll be okay Bethie." He murmured into her hair before he planted a kiss on her temple.

She didn't trust her voice to reply, so she simply nodded, telling herself that this was what she'd signed up for. There was no backing out now. She looked around her at the soldiers milling around and couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before she was patching any of them up. Frowning at her thoughts, she shook her head, ignoring the questioning glance Bucky sent her.

"Beth! Over here!"

Her nerves momentarily forgotten, Beth let go of Bucky's hand and dashed over to Joshua, laughing as he scooped her up and spun her round. She pulled him into a tight hug and he grinned down at her.

"I had no idea you were coming!" Beth exclaimed.

His smile widened.

"Yeah. Brown has fallen ill so they drafted me in at the last minute."

"I think that's the best news I've had in a long time. I really wasn't looking forward to spending the next few months with him."

Joshua laughed as he let her go. Beth glanced back at Bucky to see him standing there with a look on his face that was a cross between jealous and amused. Beth grabbed Joshua's hand and pulled him over to the other man.

"Bucky, this is Joshua, the friend from my course I told you about."

In a flash, the jealousy vanished from Bucky's expression. He held out his hand and shook the other man's.

"Nice to meet you. I hear you looked after my girl while you guys trained back in Wisconsin."

A slight blush crossed Joshua's face as he let go of Bucky's hand.

"Yeah, I just didn't like how they treated her. I think it's because they were jealous of the fact a woman was better than them."

Beth laughed gleefully and tapped his arm in a mock reprimand Bucky had experienced a number of times himself. It made him smile and relax, knowing she had someone with her who would take care of her. Hearing her name being called, he leaned over to kiss her, her eyes shining with love.

"Speak soon okay?"

she returned the kiss and gently pushed him away.

"Always."

June 3rd 1943. London, England

Beth was exhausted. If she thought training to be a medic was hard, actually using those skills was even harder. She scrubbed furiously at her face with the back of her sleeve, but the blood there only smeared. She gave a sigh as the doctor shook his head, indicating another lost life. She bit her lip as the sheet was pulled up to cover his face and the nurse beside her put a hand on her shoulder.

"There was no way he was going to make it."

Beth nodded stiffly, knowing it was true but frustrated that yet another one had gone. She'd been in England three weeks and it was certainly a shock.

Half of the 107th had been shipped out and they needed two medics to go. Beth and Joshua had been the chosen ones. Though they were yet to see any front lines, the devastation they faced within moments of arriving made Beth never want to. Within a minute of arriving at the base, the pair had been ushered into a large tent, where they were faced with carnage. All around them, men were screaming, blood and guts strewn around haphazardly. Beth stopped shock dead at the sight, unable to process the horror of what she was seeing. Beside her, Josh leaned over, the contents of his stomach spilling onto the floor, mixing with the body fluids already there. A trolley rushed past Beth, a nurse's hand clamped over a bloody stump of a solider. The wound was spirting blood and hit her in the face, snapping her out of her shock. She dropped her bag, rushing after the trolley as the nurse called for a doctor. She immediately pulled the nurse's hand away and ignoring the anguished cry from the man laying down, shoved her fingers into the wound to pinch the artery and stop the blood. The nurse opened her mouth to speak when a doctor strode over, eyes flashing.

"Who the hell are you and what do you think you are doing!?" he bellowed in a clipped English voice as she reached next to her for a set of clamps.

"I'm Elizabeth Rogers, one of your new medics. I'm also the person saving this man's life so if you don't mind, I would appreciate your assistance rather than having you shout at me like that." She replied, her voice calm and steady, her eyes alight with anger.

She could see his chest puff out and sighed, in no mood for his attitude. Thankfully, he chose not to speak and stepped next to her to hold the clamp in place so she could remove her hand and stitch up the artery. He watched her work and when she smiled and wrapped the wound, he gave her an impressed look.

"Not bad. Elizabeth, was it?" he said as the soldier was wheeled away.

Beth nodded, wiping her hands on a rag before extending one out to him.

"It technically is, but I prefer Beth."

He took her hand and gave her a smile. She relaxed, glad it seemed he wasn't all that bothered that she was female.

"Nice work there, Beth. I'm Dr Hicks, but call me Edward. Now, where's your partner so I can show you your accommodation?"

Looking around the room, Beth could see that Joshua had composed himself and was currently elbow deep in someone's leg that had been blown to smithereens. She looked back at Edward and shook her head.

"If it's all the same, I'd like to just get to work and worry about sleep later."

That had been three weeks ago and though she had adapted to the stress and pressure, she was still struggling with the sheer amount of injuries she saw every day. She was lucky to have a room of her own as she spent many a night crying, unable to comprehend the sadness of so many young lives lost. With each death she grew more afraid for Bucky, as she knew it wouldn't be long before he was shipped out and she was so scared he wouldn't make it out. She knew Steve had attempted to sign up again, using a fake address, and no amount of pleading would stop him. She was just grateful the army wasn't desperate enough to accept him yet.

"Beth? You still there, doll?"

She shook her head, focusing on the phone receiver in her hands.

"Yeah, I'm here Buck. I was just thinking is all."

"You shouldn't. Or if you do, you should think about sleeping as I know you probably aren't."

She giggled despite the seriousness in his tone and could picture him on the other end of the line with a grin on his face as he stood with an arm pressed up against the wall, hand in his hair.

"I miss you." She admitted, a lump forming in her throat as she thought of him.

"I miss you too Bethie. I'll be there in a few days, so you don't have long to wait.

"They're sending you here?" she asked, feeling sick.

"Yeah. I leave on the 14th. I'm taking Steve to the expo on the 13th."

She forced herself not to cry as she realised her fear was coming true in only eleven days.

"Oh really? Well, do me a favour, would you? Have fun there. Take a girl dancing or something."

She heard the surprised intake of breath from Bucky and smiled fondly.

"No, I don't mean I'm ending things." She said before he could speak. "I just want you to really enjoy yourself and I know you love dancing."

"I could never dance with someone other than you." He argued.

"Bucky. I mean it. Try and find Steve a date too, yeah?"

Reluctantly, he agreed and she smiled as they ended the call. The moment the phone was on the cradle, she bent over double, tears finally falling.