-ˏˋMarvel One-Shots!ˎˊ˗

Care For A Dance? (40!'s Bucky)

Part O N E~

I walked into the compound, my heels producing clicking noises on the tile. I didn't fail to notice the several head turns from the soldiers walking past, looking at the new girl in the maroon long sleeve sweater with long black pants. Along with some nasty looks from the girls. I hoped I looked like I meant business.

I managed to make it to the door of the nurse's side of the compound, right before I tripped. I braced myself for landing, but it never happened. I opened my eyes, to find a pair of soft blue eyes staring into my own green and blue ones. The soldiers' arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me from hitting the floor.

I couldn't look away from this handsome solider, for whatever reason. He slid me upright once again, and looked at me. "Saved you." He smiled at me, making me blush. "What's your name, doll?" I could feel my blush intensify as he said that. I managed to stand up straight, looking back into his eyes. "Y/N."

He winked. "Sweet name for a sweet dame." I rolled my eyes, still smiling. "See you around, Solider...?" He grinned. "James. But you can call me Bucky."

He snapped his hat off and bowed to me, walking off. I turned and faced the door to the nurses compound, my face still decorated with blush. I pulled open the door, immediately overtaken by a nurse, who I assumed was the head. "Hi! Here for a nurse position?" She asked, trying to keep her voice upbeat, but clear exhaustion was laced into her voice .

I nodded, and she immediately took me to a room with nurses' uniforms. "Go on, we'll need help soon!" I looked at her, confusion on my face. "Aren't you going to check if I'm really a nurse?" She laughed. "No. We are desperate for any help right now!" I shrugged, laughing as well, and stepped into the dressing area with my uniform.

The uniform consisted of a white short skirt and long white blouse. The blouse was embroidered with the letters W.S.N., along with a default name tag. I struggled into the uniform, short skirts really not being my 'thing'. I sighed as I wrote my name in neat silvery blue cursive on the name tag, pinning it to my left side. Y/N L/N.

I left the room, smiling as I caught my reflection. I looked...pretty damn good. As I headed out into the main area, where soldiers were for healing and recovering. The head nurse waved me over.

"You can head back home today. The men are going to war, and they won't be back till tomorrow. And you know they'll be wounded, so it's better to rest up. You might have to pull an all-nighter tomorrow." I nodded and went home.

Hanging up the uniform in my closet, I slipped into bed after having my dinner, my dreams interlaced with thoughts of Bucky.

-the next day-

After struggling into the uniform, I ran toward the compound, which was overflowing with soldiers and the wounded. As I reached the nurse's section, I was immediately scooped up, pushed into the bustle and noise.

Wounded soldiers were being pushed in on gurneys, the most menial a small gunshot scrape, the most severe a third degree burn down the side of a soldiers entire arm. I forced myself not to look, glancing toward the more menial side, where I nearly cried out.

Bucky lay on a gurney, struggling to stay conscious with three bullet wounds in his side. Two nurses were fussing over the IV in his arm, while he struggled, sweat running down his pale face.

I sprinted over, flicking my wrist in the traditional gesture of get the hell away. Once he saw my face, he managed to relax, but clutched my wrist desperately. "Lily. Lily, that's you right?" I nodded and slipped the IV into his arm properly, his energy finally slipping and letting him lie still. His baby blue eyes here fixed on mine the whole time I changed his bandages, cleaning the wound and letting it set as I fixed him up right to the dashing man I met on the first day.