The Risk We Pay for Love

Chapter Four

Italy, November 1943

It's been a whole year since Amelia saw Steve, at least in person. She saw him all over as Captain America. Movies, comic books, even little boys playing as him. They all saw him as a hero, but they didn't know the real Steve.

Pulling out a silver locket that she bought when she left the States, laid a picture of Steve before the serum. She couldn't bare to not take something of him with her...

With a sigh, she put it away and started to check all her patients. It had been raining off and on again for several days which made it difficult for her patients to keep warm.

"Hey, Howlett!" Luke called her name from the other side of the tent, a smirk on his lips. "There's a show going on, wanna go see it?"

Putting down her final patient's clipboard, Amelia shrugged. "Depends on the show."

"Captain America!"

Her heart jumped into her throat, excited filled her body. She ran before she knew she was even running, she ran towards the stage. And there he stood... Steve Rogers as Captain America. Her stomach twisted into knots as she walked to the back stage, but was pulled away by more injured coming in.

Looking at the stage one last time, Amelia ran to the jeep and yelled. "What's their status?!"

"Don't know! We were just in charge of loading them, ma'am!" The soldier yelled back.

Growling, the doctor helped move the injure into the makeshift hospital, then started getting to work. She worked fast and expertly, wanting to done and over with this.

It took about another hour for her to finish and as she did, it started pouring... The show was over and Steve was no where in sight.

"Go, if there are anymore injured, I'll take care of them." Luke said from behind the doctor. "You look like hell..."

"Thanks," She sighed.

Amelia didn't care that she was getting wet, she only wanted to get all this blood off her. Her back hurt and she was sure that her feet were bruised, but with a few hours of sleep? She would get up and repeat the process all over again.

There was a honk behind her, but Amelia didn't move. She just stared up at the sky, letting the rain wash away all the dirt and grime. Slowly, the world around seemed to disappear and left her alone. That was until she heard a heart achingly familiar voice.

"Amy?"

Her eyes flew up, turning her head to see Steve standing right there in front of her. A smile crept onto her face as she sighed. "Hey..."

"Did you know this was the 107th?" He asked, his face serious.

"What?" The doctor blinked, finally noticing Peggy behind him. "No, I just go where Philips tell me to. I don't ask where or who I'm treating... Oh, no." It finally came back to Amelia. Steve's best friend; Bucky was in the 107th. "Bucky..."

Amelia turned on her heel and stalked towards Colonel Philips tent, wanting answers along with Steve. Standing side by side, Amelia and Steve called; "Colonel Phillips!"

The old man looked up, meeting Steve eyes' dully. "Well isn't it the Star Spangled Man with a plan, what's your plan today?"

"I need the casualties list from Azzand." The super soldier ordered, surprising Amelia.

Immediately glaring, Phillips answered Steve. "You don't get to give me orders, son."

"I only need one name, sir." Steve pushed, his face steely. "Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th."