After becoming a super soldier I was having an odd time getting use to practically a whole different body. I went on my first mission, it went fine, except for a bullet wound in my shoulder. I was taken to the medbay and treated quickly, but Howard wanted me to stay in the medbay for a few more days to get examined and determined how fast I could heal.

Steve’s Room. 10:45 AM.

As I lay on my cot I watch as the nurse goes back and forth. Looking over everything, opening the curtains and making sure everything is in place. A smile on my lips, and my mind slightly hazy from the slowly fading morphine.

“Sweetheart, do you ever stop moving?”

I chuckle softly as I watch them. I knew they were restless, they had been assigned to watch over me all day to make sure I didn’t run off. They were probably used to running around the medbay so being confined to one room with a drugged super soldier was probably boring them.

“You work to much, why don’t you rest?”

I pat the spot next to me on the cot and blink my eyes slowly as I look at them with absolute affection in my eyes.