Doctor Michaela Evans was taking a patient history at the hospital she was working at. Even though she was still technically a medical student, as becoming a doctor officially took awhile, she was called doctor, which greatly pleased her.
She finished her notes and left the room to check on her other patients.
As she passed a TV, she heard mention of someone called The Winter Soldier.
She turned to the screen and looked closely at the picture.
Though the man's face was hidden and he was buffer than she remembered, she'd know that figure anywhere.
Michaela dropped her files, spilling paper everywhere, and her coffee, staining both herself and the floor with the brown liquid.
In a soft, awed tone, the blonde whispered three words.
"It can't be."
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Art of War
ActionMichaela, Mick, Caroline Evans was in process of earning a degree in medicine when the Second World War breaks out. She, along with the man in love with her and a scrawny boy from Brooklyn, enlist in battle both on the frontline and patching up woun...
