It was the 1940s in Brooklyn, New York. The entire city was caught up in the atmosphere of World War II. You were a young nurse, recently graduated and just beginning your career. Wherever you went, people were talking about the war. Every so often, soldiers returned to the city some wounded, some in coffins, and others lucky enough to make it home unharmed.

That was how you met James Barnes.

One day, you walked into a hospital room and found a soldier lounging on a bed, flirting and laughing with the other nurses. There was nothing seriously wrong with him; he only had a small cut on his cheek. He had an annoyingly beautiful smile, piercing blue eyes that seemed to look straight into your soul, and enough charm to flirt with practically anyone. You treated his injury that day and learned that his name was James. However, he insisted that you call him Bucky. He and his best friend, Steve Rogers, had both come to the hospital that day.

Bucky spent the entire time flirting with you, but just before leaving, he gave you a genuine smile that caught you off guard. You didn't take him seriously, though. After all, he'd spent the whole day flirting with practically every nurse in the hospital. But in the following days, you began noticing a pattern. The area outside the hospital had practically become Bucky's favorite hangout spot. He would wait for your shift to end just so he could walk you home. The entire way, he'd tease you, make you laugh, tell you ridiculous jokes, and share stories about the things he'd witnessed during the war.

Today was no different. As you stepped out of the hospital after another long shift, you spotted Sergeant Barnes leaning against the wall across from the entrance, dressed in his military uniform and cap. He was scribbling something in a small notebook, completely absorbed in whatever he was drawing.