My heavy eyes blinked slowly open. Everything I saw was blurry, but I could make out few things; the cloth window, the sun beaming in through the window, and my feet. My bare feet. I wiggled them to make sure that they worked, and they did. As for my swollen leg, it was limp and hardly numb. It was covered in bandages that were badly blood stained. I was laying on some sort of table/ bed, so I must have been in the hospital tent. Ugh! I thought. How was I supposed to go rescue injured soldiers on the battle field if I was one of them?!

"Is there a doctor here?" I rubbed my eyes, and then looked around.

"Just me, Anne." It was Steve. He was standing at a counter across the other side of the room.

"Oh," I looked around some more. Yup. I was definitely in the hospital tent. Everything was brown. The chairs, the beds, the ground, all brown. "Why am I here, I mean if you have any recollection of it."

"Your leg, of course." Steve uttered. He was dressed in a general's uniform and his hair was neat with no dirt, which meant that he must have taken a shower. "Not that I can say anything accurate, but your cut seems to be healing all ready." He put his medicine bottles down and walked over to the side of my bed.

"Your lip looks great to! Not that it looks sexy or anything because that would be awkward, I just mean that the cut must have healed. Wow I made this much more queer."

"Don't feel bad, I know what you meant." And then Steve leaned in. And we all know what that means... lip locked. We were sitting there, two soldiers, in the hospital tent, kissing. Steve put his hands around my neck and I grabbed his shoulders. It was a picture perfect moment, until Peggy Carter walked in.

Steve's POV

"Guess it wasn't so hard to get a girl after all!" Peggy huffed in my face. I pulled away and stood up from the bed.

"That's not what you think it is!" I spat wiping my mouth with my tie and running to catch up with Peggy. Seriously, Peggy had to walk in at that picture perfect moment!