Samantha Wilson, retired pararescue, now working as a nurse in a VA. Like to think I'm good friends with America's Hero, Captain America - even if he a snarky ass.
“You alright kiddo?” Sam rushed over to her, pulling a bandana off her head and offered it to the girl. “Sam Wilson, do you need medical assistance?” She saw the girl fall and wanted to make sure she was unharmed.
Max looked up as she heard the female voice, and cracked a half smile as she accepted the bandana. “Thanks,” she said first, before reassessing the wound. “Well, Miss Wilson, I think I should hopefully live,” she joked. “Really, though, it doesn’t look that bad. I should probably clean it off, though.”
“Let’s get you someplace you can wash it up. Can you walk or do you need help?” She offered her hand to the other woman. “Also, just Sam. I haven’t been Miss Wilson, since grade school.” She chuckled lightly.
