"He walked into my heart like he always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire."
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"I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You're my first thought in the morning, you're my la...
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Jessica stared at Cali with a slight apprehensive glare, eyes meeting Chess and Sylvi's to get a second opinion on what the blonde had previously said.
"No bra?" She criticized their praise, looking back to Cali, who was holding a green jumpsuit with a deep V cut, "I don't want to be busting out."
Chess smirked from her spot on Jessica and Steve's shared bed, saying, "I wouldn't be complaining."
"I wouldn't either," Sylvi winked toward Jess before glancing to Cali, "Blondie?"
Cali wrinkled her nose, "Why do you think I suggested it? Plus, Steve would die."
"Steve faints at everything," Jessica began pacing, "The first time we had sex on our wedding night I had to do most of the work. Try losing your virginity to Captain America on top."
Chess gave her a look of disgust and whispered, "Ew. Why would I want to do that? I like women."
"Me, too," Sylvi and Cali spoke in unison, the trio on the bed laughing at Jessica who only deadpanned.
"I don't even know where he is taking me," The redhead announced, "What if it's too much?"
Sylvi shrugged, "It's not. We checked. He thought you would want some help, so he told us where you were going."
"He knows me too well," Jessica couldn't help but scoff, a smile playing at her lips.
She looked back to them, crossing her arms over her chest, "Okay, if you say so. But I want your honest opinion when I come back."
"Yes, Dr. Rogers," Sylvi smirked, watching as Jessica grabbed the hanger from Cali.
Jessica chuckled, walking to the bathroom as she called over her shoulder, "You know, I'm not actually a doctor. It was Peggy Carter's idea to call me doctor since I took over."
"Who was even the first women doctor in the United States?" Cali questioned, picking at her nails.
"Elizabeth Blackwell in 1849," Jessica yelled from the bathroom, tugging off her clothes, "She was blocked from practicing at any hospital or clinic in New York City, so, in order to apply her medical education, she opened her own clinic for impoverished women. Then, she joined with two other women doctors to expand the clinic, creating the New York Infirmary for Women and Children in 1857."
Jessica moved her hair over her shoulders as she opened the door after changing, walking directly to the mirror to look at herself while she spoke without a pause.
"Blackwell was the third of nine children of Hannah Lane and Samuel Blackwell, a sugar refiner, Quaker, and anti-slavery activist. Her family and relatives were practically famous. Her brother Henry was a well-known abolitionist and women's suffrage supporter who married the women's rights activist, Lucy Stone."
