We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries

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After some period of time Frank and I we're done dancing as he was choking on his liquor. Frank could never hold down his liquor well. And it made him as angry as hell when he was drunk. That's what Bucky was talking about. He knew that Frank gets angry when he's drunk. I can take care of it. I can take care of myself as well.

"Dance." Frank slurred as his hand rested on my thigh. I shook it off.

"I think its time for you to go home." I get up from my chair as I help Frank up.

"Were not going anywhere. I want to dance and I mean it." His eyes were darker.

"Alright." I give in. We head to the dance floor as his hands were roaming up and down my body. I wasn't in the mood for it. I had more respect for my self then most woman here.

"Frank stop." I push his hands where they were suppose to be but he drops them down and feels me up again.

"Come on sweetheart." He murmurs. I push away from him as the anger builds up inside him.

"She said stop." Bucky steps in front of me. I didn't know where his girls went but obviously they were long gone. I could see Frank having a confused yet angry face. What have I done? Why didn't I just let him do what he did?  Frank steps up to punch Bucky as he dodges it and punches Frank.

"We're done! Don't come crying to me when this piece of shit dies." Frank holds his nose as it was gushing out blood. I cross my arms as he walks away. Bucky turns to me with a small smile.

"I told you so." He breaths out.

"Alright. You had your fun." I nod my head. A slow song comes on.

"Care to join me in this dance?" Bucky holds his arm out as I take it.

"I'd love to Sarge, it be our final night of freedom."

"Well, I'm glad to be spending it with you." He says as he rested one hand on my waist the other in my right hand. My left hand gripping onto his bicep. He flexes as I laugh quietly. We sway to the music for what seemed like hours.

"Pretty dress for a pretty girl." He whisper in my ear. I giggle lightly as my cheeks turn pink.

"That was awful wasn't it?" He smiles.

"It was enough to win me over." I smiled. It was getting late in the night.

"I'll walk you home." Bucky insisted.

"Actually, can you walk me to Steve's? I don't quite feel like staying in my house after the incident with Frank." I look down at the ground. Bucky looks at me with worried eyes.

"How about I stay with you?" Bucky suggested as I nod my head. It's not like he's never stayed at my house before. Bucky and Steve both stayed at my house hundreds of times. Hell, they've got their own sets of clothes there. We get to my house as I go to shower. After showering I change into my gown as Bucky was already in his sleepware. He had his uniform hung up next to mine. We get into my bed as I blow the candle out.

"Have you ever had strong feelings toward someone and you don't know how to express it without ruining the friendship?" Bucky's tired voice echoed my bed room.

"I have. Normally I just pushed the feelings to the side while my heart aches. Wear a smile that shows I'm fine and nothing bothers me. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Night doll. I'll wake you in the morning." Bucky whispered over the owl hooting by my window.

"Night, Buck." I yawned as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we did make the ship out to England. It was a tight squeeze but I stayed with my nurse unit. Bucky stayed with his group of soldiers. Another high level nurse was with me. Everyone else was basically trainees or just there for their husbands. I hope there wasn't going to be so many injured soldiers. With so little time I have to train these nurses. I learned through my mother. I learned as time went by. I read books in the library for kicks. People always called me a nerd. Graduated early and everything.

"Hitting land!" Someone shouts as I turn to the other nurses. They wore a nervous and shaking expressions.

"Its alright. We stick together. We head to our tent and set up." I nod my head at them as they copy me.

Once we made land we were escorted to a couple of small tents. There was only one nurse already there. She was a trainee named Alice. According to her, the other nurse were sent on a rescue mission. A failed mission. We set up our equipment as a few soldiers came by. Minor injuries that I could teach the girls. In the meantime I gave them a few books that I brought with me. How to stitch and how to tightly wrapped up a large wound without cutting circulation off. Some of them took the books others sat in the tent looking over the equipment. I did notice that my uniform is different from the other girls. My uniform was similar to the other high level nurse. We wore gray pattern longer nurse dresses with a white coat. As the other nurses wore shorter white dresses.

"So you know who the one-o-seventh regiment are going after?" Alice asked.

"Not particularly. I know we're just trying to win the war." I sighed as I stitched up a soldiers arm.

"Hydra." The soldier says as I tie up his stitches.

"What's that?" Alice asked.

"Hydra is the Nazi deep-science division. It's led by Johann Schmidt. But he has much bigger ambitions. Hydra is practically a cult. They worship Schmidt. They think he's invincible." The soldier tells us.

"Pretty much like Hitler." I compare the two as I wipe his arm down.

"Very much like Hitler but more dangerous. Thank you." He says as he walks away. I clean up my tools for the next soldier.