❝ she was like fire, enough to light the way and to burn everything attempting to stop her ❞
a fiery-headed girl reluctantly tries to protect her country in world war II and falls in love with a scrawny guy with a big heart in the midst of it.
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. . . TOPAZ'S POV
Steve stares at a mirrored booth in front of the recruiting pavillion. The sign on top had big sign 'YOUR DUTY: TRY IT ON FOR SIZE!" I tilt my my head in confusion at why he was here. In front of Steve, a burly man stands in front of the mirror, looking big and heroic in uniform. As he moves on, Steve steps up. I barely see his disappointed eyes from the collar of the uniform. The self hatred and sadness that burns in his eyes makes me frown. Walking over to him I place a hand softly on his shoulder. He jumps a bit before noticing me in the reflection of the mirror.
"Hey. You still up for the date?"
"You go ahead." His voice hoarse as he looks down at his shoes. I notice he was holding an enlistment form in his hands.
"You're really gonna do this now?"
"It's a fair. I'm gonna try my luck."
"Steve, you've already tried to enlist a few times and you've failed okay? Maybe, for once just don't!" He winces at my words just as a hand is placed on my shoulder, making me turn around. Bucky looks at me, with no expression.
"Let me handle this," He says and I step away from the two, letting them engage in their own conversation. Seconds tick by on the clock I had been staring at as I tune out the conversation. I turn my gaze to a room and I catch a glimpse of familiar tired eyes that stare at Steve and Bucky. Abby?
I stride over to the room, waving at the old man who now looked at me in shock. He must have not realised that I was here as well. A name plate is placed on his desk, shining from the yellow light that emitted from the table lamp. Doctor Abraham Erskine.
"Hey old man, what are you doing here?" I ask, giving him a kiss on the cheek after I approach him from behind. He turns to me, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
"Hello Topaz, nice to see you here. Phillips asked me if I could try and find some suitable candidates for the—"
"You want me to sit in a factory? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon while the men are laying down their lives? I can do as well as them and I got no right to do any less." Erskine is cut off by Steve's loud voice. We both turn to stare at Bucky and Steve who seem to be in a heated argument.
"That's the thing you don't get, Bucky. It's not about me." Steve continues in a much softer voice.
