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[WWII AU] duty is calling you and me
May. 29th, 2022 09:16 amShe hasn't had this much trouble getting to sleep because of a boy since high school. It's probably almost an hour after she blows out her lamp and the tent falls into darkness that she actually manages to drift off, and even then her dreams are full of mischievous smiles and sweet blue-gray eyes.
The tests in the lab the next morning make her want to laugh; she feels like a teenager sneaking around again. But they keep their hand-holding and embrace strictly professional; Nurse Hart, watching like a hawk, can't find anything to scold about other than Howard's usual lack of propriety. She bolts a quick breakfast with the excuse of needing to talk to Diaz, then makes her way to the supply master's tent with her request.
Diaz looks at the list she gives him and back at her again. "Are you sure about this, Agent?" he asks. "We have some in stock, but..."
"Positive, Specialist," she replies, and gives him her most winning smile. "I'll owe you."
He shakes his head, but complies – after all, it's not like she's asking for anything all that out of the ordinary. And it means that when she goes to meet Steve for her skills assessment, she's dressed in a set of neat, light woolen trousers that taper at the ankle, boots instead of heels, and a trim shirtwaist with a tie tucked into the buttons.
It's not her white uniform, but she can move and run and jump and fight in it. It'll do just fine.
The tests in the lab the next morning make her want to laugh; she feels like a teenager sneaking around again. But they keep their hand-holding and embrace strictly professional; Nurse Hart, watching like a hawk, can't find anything to scold about other than Howard's usual lack of propriety. She bolts a quick breakfast with the excuse of needing to talk to Diaz, then makes her way to the supply master's tent with her request.
Diaz looks at the list she gives him and back at her again. "Are you sure about this, Agent?" he asks. "We have some in stock, but..."
"Positive, Specialist," she replies, and gives him her most winning smile. "I'll owe you."
He shakes his head, but complies – after all, it's not like she's asking for anything all that out of the ordinary. And it means that when she goes to meet Steve for her skills assessment, she's dressed in a set of neat, light woolen trousers that taper at the ankle, boots instead of heels, and a trim shirtwaist with a tie tucked into the buttons.
It's not her white uniform, but she can move and run and jump and fight in it. It'll do just fine.
