You walked towards the windows and opened the curtains, feeling the warmth of the sun heating up your skin. It was the last day of summer and you could feel it would be a beautiful day.
'Morning, dear,' the old woman in the bed behind you replied. 'Come to look at an old hag again?'
You chuckled, walking over to her and fluffing her pillow. 'I would never call you a hag, miss Carter, you know that.'
She smiled as you put her medicine down next to her on the nightstand and went to the bathroom to get a glass of water.
'How are you doing today? Still in pain?'
She nodded, taking in a shaky breath. 'It will be fine.'
'You can always ask for more painkillers, miss Carter.'
'I know, and please, child, call me Peggy.'
You smiled, telling her you would. 'Are you comfortable?' you asked, putting the sheets of the bed back underneath it and tucking her in.
She nodded again, pulling h
You knew his real name was Steve Rogers and that he was born in 1918. He had served in the army during the 1940’s and had disappeared around 1945. He had been in the ice for almost 70 years, but somehow he had made it out alive and now you were standing in the large room that explained everything that had happened to him.
You worked as a teacher in your hometown and the kids in your class had been asking you for weeks if you could tell them about Captain America: the hero of New York. You had declined at first, because there were no real facts about what he had done bac