So yeah this is my first story to be published on Fanfiction, so any constructive reviews are welcomed. I've planned that after the prologue in Third Person it shall switch to First Person, just to let everyone know ahead of time. The first few chapters will take place in Captain America: First Avenger before switching to Winter Soldier. Hope you guys enjoy; feel free to review, follow and if I dare to hope favorite!

Prologue~

The Smithsonian Air and Space museum was full, crowded with visitors from every which part of the world including one very important person. Wearing a baseball cap to cover their face, they strolled through memories hung on the walls and painted in pictures—another whole lifetime ago.

"A symbol to the nation, a hero to the world, the story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery and sacrifice." the voice on the PA system said in a loop at the start of the Captain America exhibit as the figure strolled through vaguely listening. Upon a little boy noticing him, Steve Rogers himself put a finger to his lips with a secret smile watching the stunned boy just nod.

"Battle tested, Captain America and his Howling Commandos quickly earned their stripes. Their mission, taking down HYDRA the Nazi rogue science division." the PA continued to play as Steve stared up at the wall size portrait of his friends; everyone was painted on the wall with their original uniforms right underneath each person's portrait. One face stood out to him however, the face of his best friend and comrade—Bucky. Turning, Steve walked up to the tribute wall where Bucky's face was etched into the glass along with a brief history of him. Including video footage, the PA system said aloud,

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes was thought to be the only Howling Commando to give his life in service for his country," at that Steve frowned and glancing to one side noticed a second tribute wall had been added on the right side of Bucky's. Walking to see the new addition, Steve came face to face with one face he hadn't forgotten just like Bucky's. Though etched in glass just like the first, the face belonged to a young woman who with her hair to the side of her head in a ponytail, was smiling as if she knew a secret. Though next to her face was an even shorter history it didn't matter because she was here in tribute—at last.

"Ace Cohen was the only female Howling Commando alongside the team, fighting in battle with the others, Ace was so nicknamed because of her precision aim during battle. Though not much is known about her, she too gave her life in service of her country." the painful twist in his chest made Steve exhale deeply as he knew far more than anyone it seemed about her. She wasn't just the only female Howling Commando, she wasn't just Ace Cohen, but she had grown up right alongside him and Bucky only to die on the train right with Bucky.

"Mommy I want to be just like Ace!" he heard a little girl say who was pointing at Ace on the tribute wall while her mother laughed saying,

"One day maybe Hannah." so that at this Steve turned around to see the little girl wearing pigtails walking hand in hand with her mother. As if she could feel his gaze, the little girl turned to see him and grinned in amazement. Letting go of her mother's hand, she went right up to Steve saying,

"I didn't think I'd meet you here!" giving her a small smile, Steve watched the little girl's mother come over about to scold her child when she noticed him.

"Did you really know Ace?" the little girl continued so that nodding, Steve knelt down on one knee in front of her saying,

"She was my best friend right with Bucky. One of the best people I ever knew." with the smile never leaving her face, the little girl looked up over at the tribute wall asking,

"Why doesn't it say that?"

"Because not everyone knew about her until recently it seems. Not much was known about her except to her comrades." Steve told her honestly making the little girl's smile drop a bit as she asked,

"Why?" exhaling deeply, Steve explained simply,

"Because Ace—she was a difficult person to get to know, she was rough along the edges but had a heart of gold underneath. She'd do anything for her friends and would go anywhere to help them. You know she followed me to Europe during the war."

"Really!?" the little girl asked making Steve chuckle and continue,

"Really, she wasn't about to let me have all the fun. She fought the gender barrier long before anyone else dared to because to her—she was just as good as any man and in my option that was true." turning sad then, the little girl said softly,

"I'm sorry about her."

"Yeah, so am I kid," Steve hushed before adding,

"But you've got her name you know, she was named Hannah Cohen but not everyone knew that." at this the little girl grinned again and taking his sleeve shook it saying,

"Really? I'm named like her?!" laughing at her eagerness, Steve stood back up and patting her shoulder told her,

"I bet you'd make an amazing Ace." so that coming over now the little girl's mother thanked him for indulging her daughter. Waving a hand in dismissal saying he didn't mind, Steve watched the little girl take her mother's hand again and walk away before calling,

"Bye Captain!" which got him to smile and wave back before turning to see the face of Hannah 'Ace' Cohen. Every word he said had been true from her following him off to war, her hard exterior that took a few tries to get around, and how hard she fought to just be seen as an equal on the battlefield. Nothing could ever make him forget her or Bucky, the two closest people he knew who now where gone—lost to time itself. Shaking his head, Steve exhaled deeply before turning to leave when he caught sight of a darting figure. Wearing a black leather jacket and dark jeans, the figure had their hair in a ponytail to one side though he hadn't gotten a good look at the color. But the profile was enough to make him start after the figure weaving between people as he kept an eye on them. Upon reaching the exit, Steve looked around for the figure before noting pale honey blonde hair moving quickly. Racing down the stairs, he shouted at them causing them to turn—and reveal a frightening familiar face. There stood Ace in the flesh who vanished when a bus passed by. How was she alive when she died in 1945?