It had all happened so fast.

You were at work like any other day when all the TVs and radios started discussing Sam Wilson, Captain America, and Joaquin Torres, Falcon. They were with President Ross in the Indian Ocean trying to maintain the peace between the States and Japan.

You weren't too worried at first. You knew if Sam was there too, Joaquin would probably be okay.

Until he wasn't

"The Falcon has been hit." They showed him and his damaged suit heading straight down. "He's crashing hard... he's landed in the water... medical is lifting him out and back to the mainland."

A few hours later, you had received a call from the hospital Joaquin was at in D.C. telling you that he was alive and survived his surgery. Immediately, you packed an overnight bag and headed there straight away.

You entered the room as Sam exited, where he put his hand on your shoulder and smiled. "He's very talkative right now. More than he should be, but he's all yours now." Then he left.

*You walked in to see his tired and bruised face." "Hey, gorgeous."