Out Of Time

twelve

The cube was left in mid air. But not for too long. Y/N grabbed it. She screamed as it burned her hand. Steve tried to rush over to her, but he wasn't fast enough. The moment Y/N dropped the cube, it burned a hole in the flooring, causing both it and Y/N to fall through.

"No!" Steve screamed in aguish.

Not even a week ago, he watched his best friend fall to his death in the mountains. Now he was watching his twin sister fall to her death into the ocean. He watched until he couldn't see, or hear, her anymore, crying in aguish.

He looked over at the front consul, remembering that he still had a job to do. Steve unsteadily made it over to it, taking off his helmet and setting the shield by the consul. He sat in the pilot's seat and saw that it was in autopilot to New York. He looked out in the clouded sky, knowing what he had to do.

"Come in. This is Captain Rogers," Steve called over the radio. "Do you read me?"

"Captain Rogers, what is your lo-" Jim Morita started before he was cut off by Peggy.

"Steve, is that you?" Peggy rushed. "Are you and Y/N alright?"

"Peggy! Schmidts dead!"

"And Y/N?"

There was a long moment of silence before he answered. "She's dead too." Everyone in the room with Peggy could hear the heart ache in his voice. "Fell into the ocean."

"Steve, I'm so sorry... What about the plane?"

"That's a little bit tougher to explain," he answered while flipping switches.

"Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site."

He looks at the screen showing the ship, there's still too many bombs on it. "There's not going to be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down."

"I'll-I'll get Howard on the line, he'll know what to do."

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water."

"Please, don't do this. We have time. We can work it out."

"Right now, I'm in the middle of no where. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die... Peggy... this is my choice." Steve then positions his compass, which holds Peggy's picture, and forces the plane to head down, towards the ice. "Peggy?"

"I'm here."

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance."

"Alright," Peggy can't help the tears that begin to form in her eyes. "A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club."

"You got it."

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"

"You know, I still don't know how to dance. Y/N tried to teach me once, didn't have the patience for it. Either of us."

Peggy let out a small chuckle. "I'll show you how. Just be there."

The water was getting closer, but Steve knew he had to keep talking. "We'll have the band play somethin' slow. I'd hate to step on your-" Before he could finish, the plane hit the ice. Cutting the signal off.

"Steve?" Peggy cried. "Steve? Steve?"

Not very long after Y/N and Steve were lost, the world celebrated the victory over Nazi-Germany. The Howling Commandos, Steve's team, still mourned the loss of their Captain. While the celebrations were happening, Howard was searching for the wreckage and the twins out in the sea. Peggy told Howard that Steve had told her that Y/N fell into the ocean. There was no way that she was going to be alive, let along that her body was going to be found. But Howard didn't care about what Peggy had to say. He was going to look anyway.

He stood in his ship, staring at a picture of himself and Y/N. It had been taken one night they went dancing. Y/N had been so stressed about her SSR training and her two boys, that Howard insisted they go. She was laughing in it. Her head was thrown back as she danced in Howards arms, who was clearly looking at her with loving eyes. He's kept the photo in his pocket ever since.

"Sir?" One of Howard's engineer called, pulling Howard's thoughts away from the picture.

Howard stashed the picture into his jacket pocket before stepping beside the engineer. His eyes examined the screen the engineer was looking at. Their machine in the water had grabbed a glowing blue cube.

"Take us to the next grid point," Howard commanded, eyes not leaving the screen.

"But there's no trace of wreckage," the engineer stated. "And the energy signature stops here."

"Just keep looking."

He couldn't give up on looking for the Rogers twins. This was not how their stories were suppose to end. He could feel it.

And oh, how right he was.