It's been a couple of months since Steve went overseas and around the world with his show. It hasn't been easy without Steve and Bucky here with me but I have managed. While cooking breakfast there is a knock at the front door so I quickly wipe my hands before opening it.

"Miss Rogers. We have come by to tell you that your application has been accepted and you ship to London in three days." A male says. I look at him like he has grown an extra head.

"What? I've been... which Regiment?" I ask and he smiles.

"The One O Seventh maam." He says then walks away. Did he just say the One O Seventh?

Closing the door I walk back into the kitchen to turn the pot off and lean against the counter then soon smile and let out a small squeal. I have been accepted to be a medic for the One O Seventh. The same Regiment Bucky and Steve are part of. Well, more Bucky than Steve since Steve has been putting on shows. I thought they would reject me due to not only my age but also because I have very little experience in the medical field.

I excitedly skip upstairs to pack because I leave in a few days and want to make sure I have things together. While packing I start to hum to myself then smile when I catch sight of a picture I have framed of Bucky, Steve, and I a few days before Bucky was asked to leave for England to fight in this War. We had also just started dating at that time too. I pick the picture up and smile at the two most important men in my life.

Once I'm packed I go back downstairs to eat only to find a small package sitting on the small mat by the front door. I slowly walk over then pick it up and smile when I see Steve's handwriting on it. Taking it into the kitchen I find the scissors and carefully cut the string and open the box. The moment I do I gasp as tears sting my eyes. Carefully picking up the pictures I go through them with a small smile then pick up an envelope.

"Buggie.

I hope this little package of my art cheers you up. I know you have been struggling since both Bucky and I left you back in Brooklyn. I also have some news that you may be interested in. Peggy has arranged for you to visit me in a few days time so make sure you are packed and someone from the Army will come and pick you up.

Have you heard from Bucky recently?

If you are wondering why I'm asking it's because my last show was what was left of the One O Seventh and I didn't see Bucky amongst them. I know I'm most likely making a big deal out of something that isn't that big of a deal but you know I worry about both you and Bucky.

Anyway Buggie, I hope you receive this. I can't wait to see you in a few days.

I love you little sister

Stevie x.

Now that I think about it I haven't heard from Bucky since he sent me that box of things a few weeks ago. Unlike Steve I don't worry much until it dawns on me that his audience is the remainder of the injured One O Seventh Regiment.

"Bucky is most likely still fighting." I say to myself because Steve can be a little over dramatic.

As night falls I put on the news to see many of the men from around Brooklyn have been either killed or captured. Luckily for me I don't hear Bucky's name which puts all my worries about Bucky being dead or captured at ease. Steve was once again overreacting like he does over a lot of things.

Waking up I look at the time then scramble out of bed because today is the day I have to finish packing to leave to be a medic on the field. I wonder if Steve will be proud of me. Probably not because he hates it when I make rash decisions based on my pros and cons analysis. It hasn't steered me wrong yet and this is one thing that will bring me closer to my older brother and the man I love, Bucky Barnes.

While folding a pair of underwear I feel tears sting my eyes and quickly wipe them away. Why am I suddenly getting emotional? It's most likely because I have only two more days until I get shipped overseas to help the rest of the medics who are trying everything they can to save the soldiers lives.

I finally finish packing and look at the clock to see it's only one pm so I go downstairs to get some lunch and a cup of tea. I've always wondered what an Army base actually looks like. I know I learnt about the First World War while in school but it didn't really describe what the actual camp looks like.

While in my little daydream a knock is heard throughout the empty house making me jump and rush to the front door. As I open it I see Bucky's sister Rebecca. She looks like she has been crying so I open the door more to let her in but she doesn't come inside.

"Rebecca what is it?" I ask and her face morphs to one of anger.

"I can't believe you are leaving too. Bucky and Steve are already gone and now you are too. I don't want to be left here alone." She says and her voice cracks at the end as tears stream down her face.

"Hey I will come back. I've been chosen to help the soldiers of the One O Seventh Regiment so I will be able to make sure both Steve and Bucky are okay. The moment I know they are safe and back at the camp I will write to you." I say as I hug her and she sobs against my shoulder making the cloth wet.

She eventually calms down and looks up at me with a sad smile before leaving and going back home to her twin brothers and mother. Just seeing her break down like that really hurts my heart, but I know what I'm doing and I know I will be helping in some way with the War. Even if it's a small role like being a medic. I start to think about what Rebecca said and tears sting my eyes again because she won't have any of us here with her. She will only have her mother and two brothers until Bucky, Steve, and I return from England.

I look at the time again and decide to go for a walk because I won't be able to once I'm shipped over to London in two days. Putting on my coat I look around the house taking everything in before collecting my keys and walking out of the front door. The streets aren't full of life like they once were before the War. People are afraid to leave their houses in fear of hearing their loved one has been captured or killed.

I walk past the dress shop to see it's closed and a lump forms in my throat when I remember the day I went into that shop and found a dress I really like. I continue my journey and come across the forest so I walk through to the clearing. It is slightly overgrown now and it covers the rock that has our initials carved into it. I move the foliage out of the way to find it and stroke my fingers over the letters with a small smile on my face. I eventually walk down to the edge of the small river where Bucky and I sat and look out over the rushing water. It feels wrong being here without Steve and Bucky with me but this is our place.

I go home and sit in the living room then put the television on to catch up on the latest from the War. They start listing off names and I soon hear Darren's name. He may be my ex boyfriend and I shouldn't care but his mother has lost her son. I can't imagine how she must be feeling right now. When I don't hear Bucky's name I switch the television off then continue reading my book. I won't have much free time when I leave Brooklyn.

It's my last day here in Brooklyn and I'm in the old tavern where I first met Bucky. I smile to myself because that was a night I will never forget. It was that night I fell in love with him and it was magical. I look around to see many men who have been sent home because their injuries were too serious to continue to fight for our country.

"Have you heard about this Captain America guy? Apparently he is going to be the guy to end this War and bring the men home." I hear someone say and try not to say anything because that's my darling brother they are talking about.

"You mean that guy who parades around looking like a little pansy in a spangled suit and that stupid shield. Yeah I've heard of him." Another person says and my grip on the glass I'm holding tightens.

"There is now way he will win this War for us. He is just a comidic relief for the soldiers who are actually out there dying for us or getting captured." Another says.

"That's my brother you are talking about assholes. At least he is actually doing something for this country because your dumbasses went and got yourself so badly injured that you got sent home." I say as I slam the glass down luckily not breaking it. The group of men look at me then one smirks.

"Oh sweetheart. Do you truly believe your brother is capable of ending this War? Do you think he will bring our men home? You know nothing about this War. You are most likely a little widow whose man has died. You are holding onto a failed dream sweetheart." One of them says. I bring my hand up and slap him which makes the other men look at me with shocked looks on their faces.

"I believe my brother can do anything. He has already had so much shit in his life and he has always been a good man. As for me losing someone no I haven't. My boyfriend is still fighting and my brother will be. They are my only two loves. Now if I were you sir I'd keep your opinions to yourself if they slander anyone." I say then storm out of the tavern. I can't believe those men had the audacity to say that about Steve.

I sit on a bench close to the tavern then look down at my hand to see it's red then curse under my breath. I soon giggle when I remember Steve would always say language to me. I miss him and I miss Bucky but I also know this part of my life isn't going to be easy. At least I can help the One O Seventh Regiment in this War. At least I will get to see Steve and maybe Bucky again.