Ever since your first day at base, John Egan had made you feel unwelcome. You an American all the way in England, and on top of that, you were a woman in a base full of rowdy men. Despite this, you went to the bar on your first night there, trying to get comfortable in the new environment.

Bucky had struck up a conversation with me in front of his friends, slurring his words every sentence. It got bad when he spilled his beer all over my brand new dress. His drunk friends all started laughing, humiliating me. But he didn't laugh...because he was too upset about his drink, and he blamed it on me.

Since then, we'd been working in close proximity whenever he wasn't out flying. It seemed like he was out to get me, always making work harder for me. I also never went out of my way to help him either, but he started it.

It was stupid, really. But we were both so prideful and stubborn that it had only gotten worse over time.

"Hey, are you gonna get that work done?" He mutters today when he walks into the office (an hour late), tapping the pile of paperwork that I'm currently working on.