3rd Person's POV

"Rogers, Steven."

Steve folds the paper and gets to his feet. He anxiously watches an army doctor scan his file.

"What did your father die of?"

"Mustard gas," Steve answers back quickly.

The doctor looks up from the file now scanning Steve.

"1918. He was in the 107th Infantry. I was hoping to get assigned to them if-"

The army doctor looks back down at the file and interrupts Steve mid sentence, "And your mother?"

"Few years back, she was a nurse in the TB ward. Got hit, couldn't shake it."

Finally after what seems like hours, the doctor shakes his head.

Steve sighs in disappointment, "They weren't weak, Doc; they were fighters. If you just give me a-"

"Sorry, son. You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone."

"You can't do anything?"

"I'm doing it. I'm saving your life."

The doctor stamps a 4F on Steve's file and hands it back to him. Steve groans and looks up at the ceiling.

Sammie's POV

Grabbing a cola from the fridge, I hum while waiting on the popcorn to finish in the microwave. Hearing a squeal I lean back to see through the kitchen opening window, and see Connie jump into Bucky's arms at the front door. I giggle to myself at Connie's youthfulness and stand back up straight.

"Oh is that popcorn I smell?" Bucky glides into the kitchen and walks over to the microwave.

"Um not for you buster." I sass him while pushing him away.

"How many times do I have to tell you Todd it's Bucky not Buster." He smiles and goes to the fridge pulling himself out a cola.

"Eh they sound so familiar I never remember." Laughing at him shaking his head, I open the microwave and pull the popcorn out.

Bucky opens the cabinet and grabs two small bowls then sets them on the island. I open the bag and split the popcorn. He smiles, says thanks and leaves the kitchen.

Such a charmer.

I wonder how Connie is taking this... tomorrow Bucky leaves. He won't be back for a while. I know she cares for him a ton but I don't think they have said I love you yet. I'm not sure how serious they want this to be. I'm all for them. Yay Team Bonnie!! But I don't want either of them hurt.

Especially not Connie. She had been my best friend for ten years now.

~Flashback in Third Person~

Sammie stands with her head tilted looking at the photo of a falling star. The girl beside her glances over for a second with a smile then looks back at the wall.

Sammie, noticing the stare, looks over at the short haired brunette with green eyes. She looked sweet with mouse like features. She wore light makeup and nude lipstick. Her outfit was plain but very nice looking.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Sammie snaps out of her thoughts and looks at the girl who had just talked to her.

"Oh yes. It's so intriguing. So beautiful but what is the meaning of a falling star?..."

The girl smiles widely, "Well... Shooting stars, also known as fallen stars, send streaks of light across the night sky before burning out into a point of inky blackness. Superstition has it that simply spotting one of these stars as it falls can bring good luck. However some cultures claim that fallen stars represent souls that have been released, allowing them to finally begin the ascent to heaven and peace."

Sammie smiles and looks at the girl in question, "Well don't you know a lot about stars..."

"I want to be an astronomer."

"Cool. You'll definitely do great things. I can tell."

"Thanks. I'm Connie."

Sammie holds her hand out and Connie shakes it.

"Sammie. Nice to meet you."

"Same. Would you like a tour of the museum I know everything there is to know about the sky and space."

The two laugh as Sammie nods, "Okay sure!"

~Flashback over back to Sammie's POV~

Hearing my two best friends giggle, I snap out of my memories. I walk out the kitchen and lean against the wall by the couch.

"So since tonight is my last night here I have decided that I want to spend it with you and my best pal. So Lana how about a double date... you're always asking me to set you up with some nice guys." Bucky smiles as he shoves popcorn into his mouth.

I scoff quietly as I see Lana's face light up. Feeling my body slowly heat up I realize that I'm jealous. Of course neither Lana nor Connie has ever had trouble finding nice guys. For some reason I always winded up with the jerks.

I listen in slight anger as Bucky says his friend is a gentleman, has a good heart, has a ton of guts, and is very smart.

"He doesn't really date because he is looking for the one."

"Aw he sounds romantic." Lana giggles while her hands wrap together on her chest like she's holding her heart.

"Lucky you, he sounds like a great guy." I say finally making my presence known.

"I know right. Is he tall and handsome?" Lana bounces up and down on the chair as giddy as ever.

"You'll just have to wait and see." Bucky grimaces.

"Bucky don't tell her that. Then she'll only look towards appearances instead of per-"

"Personality we get it." Lana glares, "Don't be a jealous party pooper Sammie. Why don't you just be happy for me for once."

Because you've cheated on 3 of your past boyfriends who were all amazing guys.

Connie sees my face and shushes Lana. "She is happy Lana. You know what Sammie Sam you are going with us. And you are going to mingle."

"Mmm yeah no thanks."

I lean off the wall and start to walk to my room when I am stopped by a firm grip on my wrist. Looking at the arm that is lying over the couch I glance at Bucky.

"Wait... why don't you go Sammie? Who knows what could happen. Your life could change... oh and you can meet my pal Steve too."

I sigh loudly while looking at Bucky's pleading face then nod, "Fineeeee... but I'm doing this for you. Not like I'll find any actual nice guys there."

3rd Person's POV

At a movie theater in New York City, Steve sits in the middle of the theater room and watches the film. A Swastika flutters on a flag and the newsreel flickers. A column of Nazis are seen stomping down the brick road.

"As Hitler's troops continue to ravage Occupied Europe..."

Steve sits in the audience, watching intently.

"On the home front, enlistment centers teem with the able-bodied, eager to help our allies."

On the film, a line of men snake out a recruiting office. Just as the film reel changes a loud jerk yells, "They're just tryin' to get outta workin' for a living."

Steve looks across the aisle. A young woman watches the screen, tears welling. She clearly has a man overseas. Across the aisle, a middle-aged Jewish couple looks somber.

"Across the seas, our brave boys are already showing the Axis that the price of freedom is never too high! Soldiers-some wounded-wave at the camera, their smiles almost convincing.

"Jeez, play the cartoon, already!"

Steve sees the woman flinch. He whispers to the man, "Can you keep it down, please?"

"Together with the allied forces, they march toward freedom and liberation for millions of grateful citizens."

On screen a small kid is shown pulling a wagon with a hand drawn sign that says 'Scrap Metal.'

"Let 'em clean up their own mess, the jerks!"

Steve leans over, fuming. He jabs the man in the shoulder, "YOU WANT TO SHUT UP?"

The man slowly rises from his slumped position. He rises... and rises, revealing... a very large jerk.

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WHAM!

The jerk hammers Steve in the jaw, knocking him into a line of garbage cans. Steve groans... and gets back up.

Steve's a natural fighter, bobbing and scoring a kidney punch, but the guy barely feels it. The jerk swings. Steve tries to block with a trash can lid but the jerk yanks away the lid and pounds him again. Steve's feet lift off the ground; he hits the cement hard. For a moment, Steve lays still. The jerk hovers, panting. Then Steve gets to his feet again.

The jerk shakes his head, "You just don't know when to give up, do you?"

Steve wipes his bloody mouth with his jacket sleeve, "I can do this all day."

The jerk knocks Steve back into a pile of garbage. He moves to hit him... but someone grabs his arm.

"What's with all the fighting?"

The jerk spins to see a soldier, James Buchanan Barnes.

"Don't you know there's a war on?"

The jerk takes a swing. Bucky slugs him, spins him around, and plants an army boot in the ass. The jerk runs away quickly not wanting more trouble. Bucky looks down at Steve, getting up from a pile of garbage.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched."

"I had him on the ropes."

As Steve gets up, a folded enlistment form falls from his pocket. Bucky picks it up and reads, "How many times is this?"

He scans the whole form and scoffs, "And you're from Paramus now? It's still illegal to lie on an enlistment form, and seriously, Jersey?"

Steve frowns, taking in Bucky's uniform, "Looks like you got your orders."

"107th ships to England first thing tomorrow. This is my last night."

"So, what's the first stop. Church?"

Bucky grins and pulls Steve closer with an arm over his shoulder, "Yeah...maybe second stop."

They start walking out of the alley.

"Where are we going?"

Bucky whips out a newspaper and hands it to Steve.

"The future."