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Steve Rogers- Going into the ice

Y/n's pov:
"Agent L/n, come in..." I hear the radio call. It's Steve! I run in and grab the radio, frantic and relieved. "Steve, is that you? Are you okay?" I ask worried. "I'm fine." He answers making me sigh in relief.

Through the open window, I see the invaders rounding up the surrendered Hydra men. "Where's Schmidt?" I ask Steve. "Schmidt's dead." He responds. "What about the plane?" I ask worried. "That's a little bit harder to explain." He sighs.

Steve stares at the New York map, radio in hand. His compass lies open on the control board. The picture of Y/n grinning at him.

"Give me your coordinates. I'll find a landing site-" I beg him knowing the plane is damaged. "There isn't going to be a landing. Schmidt's locked the navigation system." He tells me causing my heart to shatter.

Steve eyes the relined engine gauges in front of him.

"And there's more than enough power to reach the East Coast." Steve tells me with a slight quiver in his voice.

Y/n looks grave. She waves Colonel Phillips down.

"I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do." I beg him. "I'm sitting on a hundred tons of explosives. Hotwiring this thing's not an option." Steve tells me seriously.

He looks out the window at the vast, blue expanse of ocean.

"I've got to put her in the water." He whispers.

Y/n spreads her fingers on the wall, her knuckles white.

"But you said you couldn't steer it." I cry into the radio.

Steve scans the control panel. He spots a thick cable running from the ignition to the engines.

"I can't. But I think I can crash it." He tells me.

He yanks the cable out and blue sparks flare. Then all of the lights die. The engine stops. The plane goes quiet...

"Steve, don't do this. We've got time. We can figure this out." I beg him with all my might.

Steve eyes the navigation charts.

"I already did. Right now, I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are going to get hurt." He reports. He is more worried about others than himself. He's such a hero. "Y/n, this is my choice." Steve tells me as I sob.

Y/n and Phillips look at each other, slowly accepting what's happening.

"We'll send out rescue ships. We'll find you." I tell him so that he has some hope that he will be alright. "I don't think there's going to be much left to find." He says numbly. Steve leans on the stick with all his might. Suddenly the plane begins a screaming dive."Y/n ?" Steve cries wanting comfort before he crashes the plane. "I'm here." I soothe.

Steve's compass spins wildly. He just stares at her picture.

"I'm going to need a raincheck on that dance." He laughs weakly. "All right. A week Saturday. The Stork Club." I tell him giggling trying to hold back tears. "Okay. You got it." He lets out a breathy laugh.

"8:00 on the dot. If you're three minutes late I'm leaving, do you understand?" I order him jokingly. "I still don't know how to dance." He tells me. I close my eyes as tears fall freely "I'll show you. I'll show you everything. Just be there." I beg him.

Clouds whip past the windows as the plane plummets. Steve pockets the compass and slides his mask over his face. Arctic ice rushes up at the cockpit window.

"Maybe the band could play something slow, I'd hate to step on your-" Steve starts only to be cut off by the radio crackling.

HISS!

The radio in Y/n's hand goes silent. Colonel Phillips puts a hand on her shoulder. She just stares out the hanger at the blue sky beyond.

A week on Saturday at 7:30 pm

I'm still going to go to The Stork Club tonight at 8pm just to give myself a little bit of closer. I sit at my dressing table and style my hair and well as do my makeup.

I stand up and go to my closet grabbing out a nice dress, slipping it on. I put my heals on, grab my purse and then I grab my coat. I slip my coat on and go out, locking my door after.

I call a cab and ask him to drive me to my destination. "Of course Miss." He nods his head. Finally we reach the club at 7:50pm. I pay the man, letting him keep the change, as get out of the cab.

As I stand in front of the doors my eyes well with tears. He promised he would be here. But it is highly unlikely.

Flashback:

"Y/n?" Steve cries wanting comfort before he crashes the plane. "I'm here." I soothe. "I'm going to need a raincheck on that dance." He laughs weakly. "All right. A week Saturday. The Stork Club." I tell him giggling trying to hold back tears. "Okay. You got it." He lets out a breathy laugh.

End of flashback:

I wipe my tears, thankful I wore waterproof mascara, and head inside. I go and sit at the bar. "I'll have a cocktail please." I sigh to the bar-maid. "Sugar whats up? Has a guy done ya wrong? Just ignore them." She smiles gently.

"No it's more complicated than that. My partner, he was a soldier in my army, had to crash-land a plane in the middle of nowhere. He promised me a dance and said he would be here. But I don't think he is coming." I cry.

She grabs me a napkin and hands me it. I gently wipe away the fallen tears. "If he's and later than three minutes past eight I'm leaving." I laugh sadly. "Well the guys has 2 minutes until eight." She says holding my hands.

I smile at her. "Thank you." I smile. "No problem my name is Dot, or at least that what my partner used to call me before he died. What's your name doll?" She asks. "I'm Y/n. Was your partner by any chance Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was he?" I ask her.

She nods. "Well I was dating his best friend, Steve Rogers." I tell her. Her eyes sadden. "The Captain?" She asks. I nod. "Well he has only one minute left." I chuckle sadly. "Well it's a good job I'm here then huh?" I hear a voice say.

No. It not possible. "Steve?" I ask shocked in tears. He nods and hugs me tight. I look at his outfit and am shocked. "What happened to your clothes?" I giggle. "I'll explain later but I do believe I promised you a dance." He grins. "As long as you don't step on my feet." I grin.

He leads me to the dance floor and takes my hand while holding my hip. We sway to the slow dance and just hug. Finally the song ends. "Let's go home Steve." I sigh happily. I lead him out and call a cab to take us home.

Finally we reach my house and run inside giggling like two teenage girls. I grip his hand and yank him along with me. I pull him to the couch. "Explain." I says seriously. "Okay well I'm not from this time." He tells me. My heart skips a beat and I sneakily grab the knife I have under the pillow of the couch.

"What do you mean?" I ask trying to keep my composure. "You see, I did go into the ice. I crashed the plane and my body was preserved in ice for 70 year when I was discovered. They unfroze me and brought me back to life. I woke up in a totally new era. The year was 2011. New technology is way more advanced. I was apart of a group called the Avengers, we were a team who saved the world." He explains. I let go of the knife and stare at him.

"Wait so how are you here?" I ask confused. "Time travel. Howard's future son helped design it. His name is going to be Anthony Edward Stark. He sacrifices his life to save half the universe, also dying in the process." He explains leaving me in tears.

"Oh Steve..." I Cry pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." I soothe. "The worst part was when I came out of the ice you were still alive. You were a little old woman all fragile in her bed. You had Alzheimers and kept forgetting I was alive. A few years later you um, you died. I had to carry your coffin down..." He sobs cutting himself off.

I stroke his hair and kiss his head. "Alright, calm down, I'm here my love." I soothe rocking us. "You don't have to suffer anymore." I tell him.