Noel Anderson just turned up one day, no one knows how or why. All they know is she doesn't age and she has powers that rivals those of the Gods.
Age of Ultron-Eternals
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May 17th 1943 Italy
Chaos is everywhere. People injured and dying. And those that aren't are trying to save the ones that are. "Noelle!" I hear someone call my name "I've got another one for you." I look up from where I am dabbing someone's forehead with a cloth. General Coston and Nurse Loren are helping an injured solider to bed. I make my way over, trying to drown out the sounds of injured men.
"This one's yours." The nurse says slapping a clipboard down in my hands before walking off. I push dark strands of my hair out of my face, I am sweating heavily and need to take a break. But I push on. I read the file as I stand in front of the bed "Sergeant James do you know where you are?" I ask, a huff of a laugh sounds from the man lying in the bed "lying in front of the most gorgeous woman I've ever met." I look up. James Barnes is handsome, there is no other word for it. Even though his face is dirty with blood and mud I can still see the sharp lines of him, I roll my eyes "alright smarts I was talking about country." I say. I come round the side of his bed and he tries to sit up but winces in pain "you really should have specified." he says gritting his teeth. I sigh and push him back down by his shoulder "and you really shouldn't do that.". James sits back down and I start to check over his wound "what's your name doll?" he asks as I press at the open cut on his leg, I stand up straight and call behind me "Lousia, poui portare dei sutour?" the nurse nods and disappears.
"name?" he presses "I assume you have one?" I continue working on his injuries and say in a calm tone "and you think I'll tell you because?" Lousia comes over with the things I need and I start to work on stitching him up. "because when this is all over I want to take you dancing." he answers "I think I should know your name if I am going to do that sweetheart." I roll my eyes again and the solider starts to hiss in pain "you'll be likely to live through the night. your injuries are extensive." I pick up the needle and start to work. I tilt my head and ask "what happened anyway?" I ignore the smirk that graces his pale lips as he shifts in the bed. "why don't you tell me you're name and I'll tell you what happened?" I smile and shake my head. I finish the stitch and start on the next "how about I help you live and you tell me what happened?" he groans and lets his head fall back on the pillow "you drive a hard bargain ma'am."
We go silent for a few moments before I raise my head and then my eyebrows "so?" he sighs before launching into a story of battle, he tries to glamorise it because a fragile women could never handle the true horrors of war. It's adorable that he tries to soften it for me, I think that if he knew - if most men knew - what I have done it would cause them to die. Like actually kill over. I finish stitching him and I stand up, brushing off my skirt "now let's see if you can live through the night Sergeant Barnes." I muse. As I walk away another nurse calls me and I see James' eyes spark with sound of my name. Damn I really wanted to keep that from him, keep it a mystery for a little bit longer.
