Hello so I'm not the best at writting but I had this bloody idea and though why not write it down so someone might stumble across it and enjoy reading so anyone who does read, thanks and I hate when people do this but three reads and I'll update as soon as possible!

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"Can you tell me your name?" A strange man with a heavy new jersy accent question the small girl who was dropped at the doors of the hospital unconscious ten days ago.

"Where am I?" Her small quivering voice questioned

"You are in the hospital, you've been unconscious for ten days. We want to tell any family members or friends that you are safe, okay? Whats your name?" The strange man tried to comfort,

"Who are you and why am I here?" She demanded.

"I am Dr.Canung and we don't know who dropped you off outside the hospital but someone did, you were in horrible condition miss..."

"No one just lets an unidentified person inside..." The girl said to herself the doctor barley catching it.

"Of course we let you in miss we aren't cruel our job as doctors here at Saint Johns hospital we help everyone we can to the best of our abilities."

"You will help everyone...?"

"Yes miss we don't disclued."

"Oh dear lord I have to go home I need to go please they must be worried. Probably thought they got me or I was shot I need to go." The girl went into full blown panic  "Steve, Jase and Bucky are probably mourning me and oh no! What if they filed a report!!"

"...Shot?"

"Yes shot, shootings are happening more and more now or have you forgotten about the war!?!"

"Miss there is no war happening in America right now, or in any first world country."

"No war? NO WAR!!!! Have you gone off the wall?!?!? We have lost so many people how can you just say there is no war??"

"Miss can you clarify what year it is?" The now extremely confused and worried doctor asked.

"Its July 17th 1940." The young frail looking girl deadpanned.

"I'm sorry you will have to excuse me miss." The doctor throws behind his back as he rushes out the door.

"What the hell..." The young girl was not just confused but totally lost. And most likely wrong about everything she thought to be true, her first clue the machinery around her, second he fact that she could not see her ribs which she and almost everyone else in the US could, third and the most obvious by a long shot being the view outside the window. Everything was bright, the signs the cars the everything she saw vendors and restaurants and cafes and food and she wasn't in 1940 anymore that she knew for damn sure.

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"BUCKY I'M OFF TO THE HOSPITAL FURY SAID HE HAS A GUY THERE THAT WANTS TO TALK TO ME ABOUT A PATENT" Steve yelled to his long time best friend and housemate.

"OKAY TELL ME ABOUT IT WHEN YOU GET BACK I'M GOING OVER TO CLINT'S" The partly metal man yelled back.

"SEE YOU LATER" The heart of gold super solider yelled walking out the door.

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"Hello I was told a doctor here wanted to speak to me?" Steve smiled at the burly man at the counter.

"Name"

"Steve Rogers"

"Doctor Canung, room 221"

"Thank you."

After a quick ride up the elevator Steve tapped on the door lightly hoping he had the right room.

"Mr.Rogers I assume?" A small Japanese man questioned

"Yes, and you're doctor Canung right?" Steve said as the doctor lead him through the door way, into a small office like area the only things inside were some medical tools, a desk, a few chairs and a beautiful painting of a tree.

"Correct. Now Mr.Rogers you are here because I have a patient who claims it is 1940. Now we would do have things to deal with cases like hers but she won't give us any personal information. When she looked out the window she was shocked, and she has been muttering in her sleep about some people Bucky, Steve and Jase. We immediately looked up those names, James Barnes, Jason Jackson and you were the only connected people that were alive at that time with names similar to those. Do you think you could try talk to her?"

"Wow that's... Wow I guess I'll help. That is bizarre...Did she say what date it is?"  Steve was now immensely curious, worried and over all terrified.

"Thank you Mr.Rogers and she did in fact say what the date is, July 17th 1940."

"That was the day... Doctor I think I know who it is!! I need to check! Now!"

"Then follow me" The short man called as he ran at a surprisingly quick pace up the stairs.

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Now that I have established that I am not in my time and am without a doubt screwed, I have been alternating between pacing, studying my view and studying the machines that I have now established as medical and most of there primary functions according to the ones I worked with back in 1940. I have to guess that I am either in an alternate universe or the future.

I hear two voices out side my door one is the doctor and the other is definitely new the voice is... pleasantly deep, male, with a fairly thick Brooklyn accent, and from what I can tell not exactly one that fits in, it just has a feeling of oddity to it, and in all honestly it reminds me of home and how I feel now. Out of place.

I quickly sit on the bed facing the window that's opposite the door. My back is exposed which is a strange sensation and I need to maneuver the blanket so my bottom isn't showing.

"Hello miss, its Doctor Canung. May I come in?" The doctor said after knocking lightly.

"Yes" When I say that I can hear the man gasp faintly.

The door opens and I do everything in my power to not turn around.Wanting to keep a misterious and quiet aura so they understand im not saying a word about anything.

"Hello, I'm here because well the doctor believes there is a chance you know me and once he said you believe it is July 17th 1940 I immediately got a very good idea of who you might be." The man speaks nervously yet the accent and his manner of speaking are all to familiar but I can see a bit of his shadow and if he knew me from then he would be old, old and crippled if he was even still alive after the war.

"Do you want me to tell you who I think you are or tell you who I am?" He speaks again and its just so much like him but impossible...

"I don't know where I am, I might not be right on who I am and I am so utterly and helplessly alone. I have no idea what will help me more, so put yourself in my shoes what would help you most?" I say to the man holding back tears but I wont cry, I refuse to cry for gods sake I've seen worse things, i've seen my family die right in front of my eyes, I've got this i'll be fine...

"I don't have to put myself in your shoes, I've been through this you know. One second I was flying down into the ice, knew I'd die... but I knew I had to. I remember it and it was terrifying I thought I was a goner and I closed my eyes and when I woke up I was surrounded by these people and this machinery that was not from the 1940's. They started by telling me who I was."

"Did it help?"

"Yes. So I think you are Nicola, Nicola Donna Tyler." I whip around not expecting my name, or the name that was in my head until now.

"Nic..." He trails off at the end when he sees my face. Suddenly his huge arms are around me and I'm lost, I saw his face and it was so much like Steve's but not.

"I-I... Steve?" He pulls away from the hug and his face has the hugest smile.

"Yes Nic its me, its Steve!!" The moment those words leave his mouth I almost scream, he lives. A nasty cold or sickness or bomb or gun don't take him away. I'm crying and he's crying and our arms are around each other and its perfect because even though I'm lost and confused I have him and we are going to make it because we did back in 1940 and we will again.

"Yo-you...your alive" I cry into his shoulder and even though it is home its different, like you took two big chunks out of home because Jase and Bucky aren't here and for all I know dead. But I still have a little home left even though its not so little anymore.

"How.." Steve has his head resting on top of my head and I feel safe, completely safe, the first time I've felt that in a long time. I don't know how I got here but I know what happened before so I start there.

"I was coming home from nursing school and that entire day I was feeling off, and to add to that they told us that in a few months time if not sooner they would be sending us out. I was so lost, I knew that it was going to help people but I was so scared and I didn't want to leave you three. I remember some guys yelling at me from across the street, they were big men and I was scared, I quickened my pace and clutched my coat, they started following me slowly and not to obviously but they were and at this point I knew I had to find a safe place and the only public place I could go was a bar so I did." at this point me and Steve are siting on the bed across from each other.

"Did anyone touch you Nic?" Steve whispers out carefully.

"...No but they almost did.." Hearing that causes an almost violent reaction from Steve.

"Are you... okay?" He says doing a lot better than I expected at controlling himself from punching something, maybe he has come to the realization that he can hurt people with is punches now.

"Yeah I'm still a bit shaken up but fine." At that he visibly relaxes.

"When I got into the bar I rushed for the ladies room and got there in the nick of time. I go to one of the stalls and try to calm myself down, at this point the weird feeling I was having is getting five times worse I then proceed to throw up but I couldn't stop and everything is spinning my eyes are going in and out of focus rapidly the toilet seems to be father away and keeps getting farther away and when I tried to close my eyes I'm greeted with a blinding white light and then every things gone. And I wake up here."