Two years after Pearl Harbour. The year James Buchanan Barnes came back from the frontlines with a newly appointed title, Sargent. And the year he was... Unhappily surprised with the new information you'd given him upon his arrival back home.

You'd know James since the early 1930s, when you had both been in highschool. He was a few years older than you, and the teacher had paired you up in a science project because the school had wanted to "see how children of different social economic classes worked together".

Somehow, even though you both came from different worlds - he was from Red Hook, and worked jobs to support his family. You were from Flatbush, and had never worked a day in your life - you fell for him. Of course you did, when he was known as such a doll dizzy. James Buchanan Barnes had some nerve, you'd thought. To approach a girl like you.

Soon enough, the innocent, hidden relationship - coffee shop dates, going to Coney Island with him and his best friend Steve - was exposed. Your mother threw a fit. Hell, Bucky had changed your whole world with his views and the way he lived his life. She thought he was a bad influence on you. Your father, a once working class man, declared Bucky was suitable for you and didn't care who you "slummed it with" so long as he wasn't a pansy.

And in 1941, while Bucky had been at Pearl Harbour, you completed nursing school, and signed up to join the US Cadet Nurse Corps. Wrote to Bucky that you had good news.

In 1943, whilst you stood in line for hot dogs at the Stark Expo, you told him how you had been stationed as a nurse at the 107th Infantry Regiment.

Bucky shared at you for a long hard minute. Those blue eyes going cold. Often, Bucky was caring towards you. Looked after you, walked on the left side of the road. But now, he was simply furious, and had thought the "good news" you'd written to him about in your letter was that you were expecting, not joining the big one!

"You what?!" Bucky didn't care how many heads were turning.