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Chapter I

He sat alone in his quarters in Wakanda.

After everything that happened, the fight, the revelation, the Avengers split in half, he didn't know what to do anymore.

He had to protect Bucky. He had to prove that Bucky was innocent.

He didn't expect it would end this way. He didn't realize he'd lose his friends. He thought he was doing the right thing.

T'Challa, king of Wakanda offered him a place to stay after the series of events that happened and while he and his team were still wanted.

He watched the news everyday. He wanted to know what happened to Tony or Clint or Sharon or Natasha and everyone else.

Sharon he thought. From time to time he thought of her. He hoped she was alright. And she will be. She was after all, Peggy's great niece. If things turned out to be different, he would've asked her for a cup of coffee and maybe go on dates.

Tony was the one who's hurt the most. He didn't mean for him to find out that Bucky killed his parents that way. Actually, it wasn't really Bucky's doing. He was brainwashed. But the damage had been done. It was never about choosing between Bucky or Tony. All he wanted was for them to believe him that Bucky was innocent and they didn't have to start a war and choose sides.

After everything, he needed a break. He needed to do something not related to the Avengers or Captain America or SHIELD.

A vacation.

He just found out that the government decided to stop looking for them.

T'Challa offered to let Steve use his private jet since he was sort of infamous and people would gossip. He accepted.

Once he packed his clothes, he heard a knock. The door opened and it was Bucky. He gave him a smile as he entered.

'Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?'

'It's something I have to do alone.'

'A vacation alone?'

Steve chuckled. 'I wouldn't exactly call it a vacation. I just need time to think.'

Bucky nodded. 'Alright. So, where are you heading?'

Steve zipped the last of his bags before grabbing them and ready to leave. All his life, he never thought of planning on travelling or taking a break. Although he had been in several places around the world, he never got the chance to explore them. But there was that one place he always had in mind.

London.

Several hours later, he got down the plane. He took a deep breath as he walked past the airport. With a map in his hand, he was ready to explore. This was the first time he would actually go to a place without any mission. He admitted to himself he wasn't familiar with the place. Except for the time when he was on a mission with Clint where they had to rescue a professor being held hostage by some thugs. He barely left the quinjet that time so he didn't actually see the establishments.

With the help of the internet and some friendly locals, he got a room in a bed & breakfast inn. He was accompanied by an old couple named Arthur and Beatrice who owned the place.

'Should you need anything, Steve, do not hesitate to ask us. We'd be more than happy to help you with anything.' Arthur said as he handed him the keys to his room.

Steve smiled. 'Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.'

'You're such a handsome man. It's not everyday we get to have guests as handsome as you.' Beatrice added.

Steve blushed.

'Oh don't embarrass the lad, Beatrice.' Arthur chuckled. 'Not that you aren't handsome.'

After the couple left, Steve unpacked his clothes and placed them in the dresser.

He grabbed a book he brought and started reading. Halfway through, he fell asleep. Hours later, he woke up. Realizing it was already dark, he checked his phone. He had been asleep for 5 hours. And he felt refreshed. He hadn't gotten a good sleep for a long time. And he felt great.

Steve felt like going out for a drink. After a long flight and a nap, he thought of going to the nearest bar. He grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys. He put on a cap before leaving the room. On the way out, he ran into Arthur who was taking out the trash. Steve insisted on doing it for him. Reluctantly, Arthur accepted and thanked him.

Couple of minutes later, Steve entered a bar. The place was full of laughing and dancing and drinking. The last time he went out on a night like that was when he was with Tony, Clint, Natasha, Sam and Rhodey. He walked to the bar and ordered a bottle of beer. Two women who seemed to be tipsy approached him and tried flirting with him.

'You look a lot like Captain America. You know, the handsome Avenger with a shield.'

'Yeah, are you him?'

Steve chuckled as he was trying to be vague as possible. 'I get that a lot but thank you.'

Later, few more people said the similar thing.

'He's wanted, right?'

'I heard he isn't anymore. But his reputation is way downhill now, mate.'

'I don't know. I still think he's a good guy. Damn government.'

Hearing those conversations made Steve cringe. He wasn't ready to face that situation just yet. He needed more time. Guilt, anxiety and sadness were all over him.

He had to leave. He couldn't stay for another minute.

'Excuse me, gentlemen. I have to go.'

He left a couple of bills on the bar and stood up. He walked towards the door when he bumped into a woman who seemed tipsy. He held her until she stopped swaying. Her purse fell down the floor and he grabbed it.

'I'm sorry, miss. I didn't see you there.' He handed over her purse.

The woman turned around so he was able to get a look on her face. And when he did, he frowned as he seemed to recognize her. He stared at her until she spoke.

'Oh don't apologize. I should be the one who's sorry.'

When she glanced at him, she froze at him too.

They both stared at each other until another woman came in and grabbed her.

'Jane, there are you are! Come on let's go.'

He watched as the two women leave the place. He thought he recognized her from somewhere. He just couldn't point a finger on it. He tried thinking if she was someone from work or from the missions he went or a friend of a friend.

Then it hit him. He did know her.

Jane Foster.

Jane and Darcy got in the car. Jane closed her eyes trying to ease her dizziness. While the effect of alcohol was all over her head, she was still thinking about the familiar face she encountered. She was trying to think whether it was someone she knew, someone that looked like someone she knew or it was the alcohol.

A lot was going on her mind. Aside from her work, she was still hung up on Thor. After almost 3 years, they decided to end things. It wasn't easy for her. For Jane, Thor was the love of her life. She didn't give up searching for him even when it was almost impossible for her. Every second she spent on searching for him was worth it. He was the best she ever had and the worst heartbreak she felt. Being in a relationship with an Avenger wasn't easy for her but they worked hard on making it work. Going back and forth from Earth to Asgard was the hardest. Days on Asgard equaled months on Earth. Although she understood his situation, it just wasn't working anymore. He was the future king on Asgard and she was just a mortal. The fact that Thor's life span was in thousands, Jane's was just a fraction of it. So she thought it would be the best if they just part ways.

'I can't believe you practically devoured that whole bottle!' Darcy looked at her.

Jane groaned. 'Yeah. It's just… did you see that guy earlier? I thought he looked familiar?'

'Which guy? Oh! Did you find someone you like?'

'No! The guy I bumped into, he looked like someone I knew. I just can't point my finger on it.'

'Maybe when you're fully sober, you'll remember?'

She nodded in agreement. 'Maybe. Let's go home.'

Jane entered her room and threw her purse on the chair and removed her shoes. She didn't feel like changing and washing up so she spread onto the bed. Thor was still on her mind no matter how much alcohol she consumed.

It had been 3 months since she last saw Thor. And she missed him so bad. So bad it hurt. Usually, it took a few weeks for her to get over the guys she broke up with and she didn't usually mope around then.

Every night she cried herself to sleep hoping for the best in the following day.