A/N: Hello Everyone! :) This is my first Captain America series and the second story in my Medic Examinations series. The first story (And All Her Paths Were Peace) is listed under the CAPTAIN AMERICA section of this site while this story, United We Stand, is listed under the Avengers as it follows the sequence of movies in the Captain America series. This is a Steve/OC story, featuring my OC Olivia Williams, and will follow mostly Steve and Olivia as they go through the movie with a few original scenes thrown in. This story will be about 10 chapters long and, as best I can manage, updated daily :)

For a reference, I picture Olivia to look something like Alison Lohman with strawberry blonde hair that leans more towards blonde. She is pale, with brown eyes, and short hair :) As we go on we'll get more of a sense of her style and her superhero uniform ;)

I hope you enjoy :)

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Disclaimer...I don't own Captain America, the Avengers, or things from the movie/comic, just my OC and some original aspects...or else there'd be more female Avengers ;)

~8~

Brave New World

It had been…an interesting last few months, or at least that was how Olivia tried her best to look at everything that had happened to her and Steve recently. It was something she had always done, especially in hospitals and times she was bedridden. She was always honest with the doctors and nurses about how she felt, but with everyone else, including herself, she tried very hard to stay positive. She never wanted other people to feel bad just because she was feeling bad. Perhaps that was where her words to Steve about not hurting others due to the hurt you felt had come from so long ago.

She knew she felt terribly about this entire situation, she knew Steve felt just as bad. They had had a very long talk about all of it. The SHIELD organization that Director Fury worked with had given them a small cabin to utilize for as long as they needed to. It was, as Fury had described, a way for them to acclimate themselves to life in the present. It had the basics of new technology installed and one of the SHIELD agents, a lovely woman named Maria, had helped teach them how to use some of the newer tech. But there was much they still didn't know.

There were new devices, new music and movies, new technology. There were new laws and restrictions, new medicines and rules and regulations. There wasn't much for the two of them to do outside of this SHIELD organization that had found them and revived them. Olivia hadn't had official training or education in medicine before the War, and Steve had spent most of his time being a soldier. But there were no wars to be fought right now, none that SHIELD would let them take part in. According to them, the two of them were the only remaining results of Dr. Erskine's experiments, something they were still trying to recreate and crack to this day. They were too rare and too important to utilize in anything less than the most extreme of circumstances. The SSR that had given them the chance to be, had eventually grown to become SHIELD and, technically, they were still on the payroll so to speak. But Fury had reassured them that SHIELD took care of their own, and right now they needed this time to themselves.

He was right, she could admit. It had been a hard blow to realize everything they'd ever known was torn away from them. But they had still had each other and they'd needed that time to remember that fact, to just BE with each other without the pressure of war around them. They needed the peace and the quiet. Their last memory had been crashing that plane, and the nightmares that followed, the memories of the war itself, the battles against HYDRA, the wounded on the front lines? They were in no condition to function in society just then.

Director Fury had seemed to understand that. It seemed many people now had a better understanding of the horrors of war and the need to recuperate from it. He had set them up in the cabin to give them time alone. Olivia had done her best to try and help them both heal, to keep Steve positive when the memories became too much. When he began to think of sad times, she'd remind him of funny stories. When he missed Bucky, she would ask him to talk about the man, knowing he needed and wanted to talk but didn't know how to start. When he had nightmares, she'd be right there to make him some warm milk to soothe him. She liked to think she succeeded whenever he smiled or laughed.

It hadn't been just her efforts though, Steve had been there through every nightmare she had had too, holding her, wiping tears away, making breakfast for her. It had become something of a routine, she'd noticed, Steve seemed to love making breakfast, while she loved making dinner, lunch they did together. He would hold her hand and go on walks with her, wind his arm around her when they sat beside each other. The cabin had been a place of solace.

But they weren't in that cabin any longer.

As much as they might want to stay there, where they could pretend, to an extent, that it was still the 1940s, that it was just them, it wasn't. Neither of them were the sort to hide away, and so they'd contacted Director Fury to ask if they might return to New York, if they might be able to work out a way to find work and an apartment and…

Fury had refused. To let them work, that is, to find a menial job when they were both so much more than that. Their skills would be better used at SHIELD, when they were ready to rejoin. He had claimed that, after everything they had done for their countries, for SHIELD itself, they were owed a roof over their head, no expenses spared. They had come across a modest apartment that suited them both, never ones to live in excess, the rationing system had seen to that. Fury had offered a better one, but the apartment they found was quaint and THEM. Fury still insisted on setting them up with everything they might need.

There were boxes everywhere right now, things that Fury deemed necessary with the express instruction that anything they needed would be provided for them. There was a TV set up, Fury had given them some documents and files, some footage as well, of their time in the War, thinking they might want to know what came after. They knew they won, people around there weren't speaking German after all. But there was so much they didn't know about everything they'd left behind.

Olivia made her way over to Steve as he sat before the TV, watching some old footage of their time as Captain America and Major Britannia. She knelt down beside him, winding one arm around his shoulders as she watched on with him, smiling softly in nostalgia at the war footage, of them with the Commandos and Bucky, even some clips of Peggy too.

"They're all gone," Steve murmured, reaching out to shut the TV off, picking up a stack of files that had been resting before him. He shifted through them, all the Commandos, each with a red label reading 'deceased' stamped on it. Bucky's had a note that he had been killed in action, the only one of the Commandos, which Olivia supposed was the smallest comfort, that none of the other men had died in battle without them there to protect them, "Except one."

Peggy's file, Steve handed it to her, detailing about Peggy Carter, retired/inactive, but still alive. Complete with an address and a phone number at the bottom.

"I'm with you," Steve reached out to take her hand when she stared at the file without speaking, "Whatever you want."

He said it partly because he knew, during those few months in the cabin, she had struggled with what happened in regards to the time away from Peggy. She had confessed to him, after a nightmare or two, that she felt like it was her fault, that so much time had passed without her able to be there for the woman. They had both thought they were going to die in that crash, there was no way to know they'd have survived it. The nightmares had convinced Olivia that Peggy would hate her for leaving and it had taken some doing for him to convince her otherwise. But even now, she was hesitating.

Olivia smiled at him softly, tears in her eyes as she fiddled with the end of the necklace he had given her so long ago, "I can't be that selfish…"

Steve shook his head, a smile of his own on his face, "You could never be."

"Why should I have my best mate when you can't have yours?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

Steve moved his hand to her cheek, gently tugging her closer to place a kiss to her forehead. It was moments like these where he marveled at his best girl and considered himself the luckiest guy in the world that she was HIS. Olivia knew, better than anyone, how important Bucky had been to him, how much like brothers they'd been than just friends. She knew the devastation he'd felt at losing Bucky, and she was willing to sacrifice seeing her own best friend, her sister, because it wasn't fair to him.

She didn't want to cause him pain by still being able to see her friend when he couldn't see his.

But she seemed to forget sometimes...he didn't ever want to cause her pain either, and keeping her from seeing Peggy again would hurt her deeply.

"Why do you think I could ever let you be sad, when I can help it?" he countered lightly, stroking a tear away from her cheek with his thumb.

Olivia smiled at him, understanding, "I can't call her," she told him, "She'd never forgive me for just phoning."

"Then we'll go see her," he promised, "As soon as everything's settled here, we'll go say hello, and thank her for everything she's done while we were sleeping."

"Oh she's never going to let me live that down," Olivia joked, giving a watery laugh, "I always slept so much because of the medications, she teased me endlessly for it."

Steve chuckled, "I can imagine. But it wasn't your fault," he reminded her seriously, something they had both taken to doing.

"Nor was it yours," she agreed.

Steve looked down at the last two files resting there, Howard Stark marked deceased, but with a file below it of his son, Tony Stark, who was an active member of SHIELD, following in his father's footsteps.

Steve took a breath and looked over at Olivia, reaching out to take the file from her and place it with the rest, "One thing Peggy would never let ME live down," he continued, "Is if I don't get rid of those tears in your eyes."

With that, he stood, holding out a hand to help her up, before turning to lower a needle onto a record player, earning a touched look from Olivia when she heard the song that was playing. The same one that had been playing in that bar so long ago, the one they'd nearly had their first dance to when it had ended before they could, a song that had steadily become theirs whenever they heard it. She smiled softly at him as he took her hand once more, pressing a kiss to the knuckles on her left hand before tugging her closer, winding his arms around her as they gently swayed to the melody.

~8~

Olivia smiled at Steve as they sat at a table in a small cafe later that day. They had walked down a busy street in the middle of New York, her holding Steve's right hand with her left, her right hand gently gripping his right arm as they went. They passed a cell phone stand, a man selling newspapers, cars on display through glass windows, just something they had taken to doing. They always tried to go for a walk at some point during the day, a way to get fresh air, to take in the world around them, to try and get used to all the changes. The way that she and Steve looked at all of these new inventions everywhere, with a sense of curiosity and awe, and a little bit of confusion, was probably the same way many people who saw she and Steve looked at them.

Steve was dressed in tan colored pants, with a button up shirt, and an old brown leather jacket on. While she was wearing a high-waisted blue skirt that went a little past her knees, black flats, and a white blouse with blue polka dots on it. It was just a little chilly out, so she had a blue sweater draped over her shoulders as they went. She was sure they both looked as though they had stepped out of the 1940s compared to the more modern garb everyone else was wearing. But that would certainly take some getting used to, seeing all these women wearing trousers and other clothing she wasn't used to seeing. She liked their style, as outdated as it might be, it was a comfort to both of them, something that they could still keep true to no matter how much things changed. They were both very simple people and their styles reflected that.

Cafes were eateries they frequented, that and small delis. Very simple places to eat. They were still getting used to just how crowded everything was, so they tended to avoid the larger, more popular areas, like restaurants. Quaint little cafes, some movie theaters, museums as well, were very helpful for them with getting used to all the changes little by little.

Olivia smiled gently, the conversation between her and Steve having tapered off a short while ago, his attention drifting up above her head to something she couldn't see. She leaned forward to look at what he was doodling on the side of a paper, to see he was sketching the architecture behind her. A stone wall with a clock in it and carvings, with a high skyscraper behind it.

"That's wonderful," Olivia murmured.

Steve seemed to realize what he had been doing, and quickly shook his head, trying to move paper away from her sight, "Just a doodle..."

"Doesn't mean it can't be wonderful," Olivia reached out to take the paper from him, "I'm keeping this one, too."

Steve let out a chuckle at that, thinking back to the first sketch Olivia had ever seen him do, a monkey performing in his Captain America uniform. He'd thought someone had thrown it out when he had gotten back from rescuing the 107th with Olivia. It hadn't been until he had interrupted a conversation she was having Bucky, while she had been returned to the Commandos, of his friend telling her about his artistic efforts, that he realized Olivia had taken it instead and kept it. It wasn't garbage to her, it was something to smile at.

That was something both he and Olivia still struggled with, coming to terms with the fact that they were not like how they had been before the serum and Dr. Erskine's experiment. He knew he still struggled with the feeling of not being good enough, of not being the right fit or person for a job, of not really having anything else to offer someone but his heart and mind. He looked at a doodle and he saw it as just a doodle, nothing worth paying any attention to. Because he himself had never been someone others paid attention to.

But, just like before he took part in the experiment, Olivia saw things in him others didn't. She looked at a doodle he made and she saw talent, she saw something worth praising, something worth keeping and treasuring. And he knew he looked at her the exact same way, she was something he would keep and treasure to the end of his days. He'd promised her that.

"Waiting on the big guy?" a voice spoke beside them, a waitress with blonde hair stepping up with a coffee pot in one hand, a cup in the other.

"Ma'am?" Steve looked up at her.

"Iron Man," she answered, "A lot of people eat here just to see him fly by."

"Have we been here long?" Olivia frowned as Steve looked at a watch on his wrist, they didn't realize they'd been sitting there for a few hours now, just enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.

"Oh, no, table's yours as long as you like," the woman smiled at them, reaching out to pour Steve another coffee, and placed the small cup of hot water with a teabag next to it for Olivia down before the woman, remembering their order, "Nobody's waiting on it," her tone clearly implied that they really could stay there as long as they wanted, "We've also got free wireless," she told them as she began to walk away to tend to another table.

Steve frowned at that, "Radio?" he had to ask, not having seen a radio anywhere near their table.

"Ask for her number, you moron," an old man grumbled from the table behind them.

Steve chuckled, "I don't think my best girl would appreciate that much."

"No, she would not," Olivia teased back with a gentle smile, knowing Steve would never do that.

Steve just reached out and took her left hand across the table, letting his thumb play against her fingers and letting himself enjoy the sight of her smiling at him.

Before he even realized he was doing it, he'd begun doodling another picture of just that sight, beaming at the blush that grew across her cheeks when she realized he had moved on to sketching her now, but didn't tell him to stop.

~8~

Something Olivia tried to do everyday, was find one good thing, one new thing, something that had changed since the 1940s and had gotten better. It was something her mother had encouraged her to do the first few times she had fallen ill. It was all too easy for people to fall into melancholy and sorrow, when all they could do was fixate on how terrible things were, when they looked at everything they had lost or couldn't do. So her mother always encouraged her to find at least one thing that was good about her day. Very often the one good thing would be Peggy or Michael coming to visit her, a new book to read, being allowed out of her bed to wander the halls, a picture Peggy drew for her during free time at school, a funny joke that Michael heard.

There hadn't been much need to do it after Dr. Erskine's experiment, things had gotten better for her, she could breathe, she could move, she didn't need her medications anymore, she could go out and have adventures with Peggy. But it was a momentary thing for, especially during the war, when she'd been allowed to participate, during the harder times, it would come back, and Dr. Erskine's experiment would be a 'one good thing' that had improved things for her. During her time with the Commandos and Steve the list of grown exponentially. The Commandos were quite serious about taking down HYDRA, but they were also good-natured fellows. Conversations with Bucky, time spent with Steve, gathering around a fire at night, visits from Peggy, and listening to the men share stories, were just a few good things.

Even when she hadn't been aware that she was doing it, every day she found at least one thing, one positive thing about the day. When she woke up in that false hospital room, when she knew something was very wrong about the entire situation, her one good thing was Steve. Steve was alive, Steve was with her, they were together. And, once the shock of the time difference had passed, once she had found out that Peggy was still alive, that had become her good thing for a month. That Peggy had found a husband to love, had children, and a career, and adventures, she has lived a full life, lived a good life. That would be a happy thing to fall back on no matter the circumstances.

The Allies had won, Hitler and HYDRA had been defeated, people were safe and free, those were some of the major ones she thought of the first few days. But after, she decided she should focus on some of the things about the current time. She needed to find a way to be happy in 2011, and then 2012.

Every night before she and Steve would go to bed, he would ask her what her one good thing was for the day and every day it was new and different. She felt, tonight, her one good thing would be transportation. There were so many more ways to get around now than there had been. Or that's how it felt to her. She and Steve had taken a train, to a little gym in Brooklyn, one that Steve was familiar with, one he was quite pleased to see we still standing even 70 years later.

They came there once before, when they were seeing if it was still there, but they were there that night for a different reason. She had noticed that she and Steve processed what was happening differently while they had been in the cabin. She thrived in peace and quiet, a result of being in the hospital so often, being bedridden, not being allowed to do much of anything. That was where she felt most at peace and calm. But Steve had always been more of an active person than she had, always moving, always doing something, always trying to prove himself. He didn't do quite so well with peace and quiet, he needed something to do, he always seemed to feel better after he had gone for a run or done some sort of exercise. She would often join him, she could do with some exercise herself, both of them making sure that they had worked out any lingering kinks from their time on the ice, to make sure they were both at tip top shape. But also...neither of them could seem to stand being apart for very long.

When they were alone, it felt like they were truly alone. When they would look over their shoulder to say something to each other and not see them there, there was always that brief flash of fear that they had imagined everything, that they were the only survivor of the crash. That the other was dead. They always preferred being together after the first few times that happened, she would exercise with him and he would rest with her after.

They'd had a very calm day, after unpacking some of their boxes and setting up some of the things in their apartment, now it was time for Steve to have his own form of therapy.

They were standing in the gym right now, Steve working out some of his lingering frustration of the situation. Olivia stood behind a punching bag, holding it still and giving more support to it while Steve took his turn punching at it. They had learned quite quickly that he could punch straight through a punching bag and break it if it wasn't otherwise supported. They didn't want to cause problems for the gym or cost it any extra expense to replace the bag.

It was best for her to be there, behind the punching bag, she was the only one he trusted to do that, to stand there and help hold it steady as the last time a SHIELD agent had tried, he and the bag had gone flying across the room. But also, Steve could quite easily get lost in his thoughts when he was going about his exercise routines. And, often, his thoughts would turn to the darker moments of the war, the fighting, the experiments, the enemy. He could sometimes lose himself and punch too hard or push himself too much, and Olivia always hated to see him so in pain..

Having her there served as a reminder to him that they had both survived the war, that she was there, that he was not alone, that's some good had come out of it. That all the fighting, dodging blasts and gunfire, all the destruction the Tesseract created with its weapons, crashing the Valkyrie, the friends they lost, the memories of Red Skull, all of the bad, everything they sacrificed, had not been for nothing. They survived for a reason, whether it was fate or a result of Dr. Erskine's experiment, they were both there, they were both together, and if they could do as much as they had in the past, there must be something more they could do for the present and future.

Olivia watched carefully as Steve closed his eyes, pummeling the bag, and she could tell the memories were threatening to overwhelm him. So she timed herself quickly and, with his next punch, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, stilling the hit with a single touch. Instantly Steve's eyes snapped open and saw her own, her thumb stroking over his pulse point, and she offered him a gentle smile, soft and understanding. He let out a huffing breath, panting just slightly from the exertion, before turning his hand to catch her own, giving it a squeeze and giving her a small smile in thanks for having his back.

"Trouble sleeping?" the voice of Director Fury called out as the man entered the room.

It was a…reasonable question to ask, Olivia agreed when she noticed it was 2 in the morning according to the clock on the wall, the gym had upgraded to later hours over the decades, and neither of them had noticed. While the nightmares had gotten better, it was still hard for either of them to rest at times.

Steve snorted at that, stepping away from the punching bag, signaling he was finished with that particular exercise, "We slept for 70 years, sir. I think we've had our fill."

"Then you should be out, celebrating, seeing the world."

"We're working on it," Olivia murmured, focusing on Steve's hands as she unwrapped the tape he bound himself in, gently massaging his hands and checking for any bruises or cuts for her to tend to, "Slowly but surely will always win the race."

Steve nodded in understanding, "We went under, the world was at war. We wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost."

"We've made some mistakes along the way," Fury could admit, "Some very recently."

"Has something happened?" Olivia asked at the same time that Steve questioned, "You here with a mission, sir?" the two sharing a small smile at the action.

"Something most certainly has," Fury answered them, "And yes I am."

Steve frowned at him, "Trying to get us back in the world?"

Fury shook his head, "Trying to save it."

Steve and Olivia looked at each other for that, Fury had been one of the staunchest supporters of giving them time to recover before even thinking about asking them to come back to SHIELD. For him to come to them now, when they had only just returned to New York...it had to be serious. The man knew that something like that would be enough to get them back in the field, if the world was at stake, yet he hadn't ever pushed them or used that against them.

Until now.

Olivia felt herself smile when she saw Steve looking to her for her decision. In a very technical sense, she outranked him, so a decision like this, whether to accept a mission or not, would fall to her. But she also knew that he was also looking to her because he wanted to make sure this was something she would want to do, that she would be ok with it. They were a team, now more than ever, one would not go where the other refused, it was the two of them or nothing.

She had to give him a small nod for an answer though, neither of them had it in them to stand by when the world was at stake. Steve needed more action than just exercising and, if they didn't help, people could get hurt, the medic in her couldn't abide by that.

Steve returned her smile and turned to Fury, serious, but his voice equally cautious, "What's the situation?"

It wasn't an agreement to take up arms again, it wasn't them accepting the mission, it was asking what the mission was before they fully decided yes or no.

Fury nodded his acceptance of that, understanding, and handed Olivia a file. It was something both of them appreciated, that the man didn't just assume, because Steve with a man, that he was the one in charge. Olivia was every bit as important and had just as much of a say, more so really.

She carefully opened the file, seeing it was full of information on the Tesseract, the cube that Schmidt had used to power his weapons, which were detailed there as well, more papers on HYDRAs projects.

"HYDRA's secret weapon," Steve identified it.

"Howard Stark fished that out of the ocean when he was looking for you two," Fury informed them, "He thought what we think, the Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy. That's something the world sorely needs."

"From what I understand of the world today," Olivia began, squinting as she read file, "You possess every means to create a sustainable energy source, you don't need the Tesseract. Howard should have left it alone..."

"Who took it from you?" Steve frowned deeply, if it fell back into HYDRA's hands, it could mean yet another world war. And with what he and Olivia knew of the weapons that existed now, not even those powered by the Tesseract, it could be devastating.

"He's called Loki," Fury stated, "He's not from around here. There's a lot we'll have to bring you up to speed on if you're in. The world has gotten even stranger than you already know."

"I've seen people drink iced tea, Director," Olivia said, as though such a thing were the greatest injustice she had ever seen in her life.

Steve tried his best to hold back a smile at that, she was very particular about her tea and the temperature it was served at, "At this point, I doubt anything would surprise us."

"Ten bucks says you're wrong," Fury warned, "There's a debriefing package waiting for you back at your apartment," the two nodded, and began to make their way for the door, wanting to know everything about the mission before they accepted, "Is there anything you can tell us about the Tesseract that we ought to know now?"

"Like Liv said, you should have left it in the ocean."

A/N: Woo! We're back! :D I'm actually quite excited for this story, I feel like, here in the modern time, it's such a different world with different expectations and freedoms that women might not have had when Olivia was part of things. I feel like this is going to be the moments that spark Olivia's own quest to really BE a superhero like Steve has been since the start :) And I'm very excited to see her journey, how she balances what she believes in and her own morals with things others expect of heroes, the support and opposition she might get from it and who from :) BIG things planned for this story and for Olivia and Steve :)

I hope the sort of 'shock' for Steve and Olivia was believable, the aftermath of their time in 2011-12. Steve was so solemn and sad and serious, but here he's got someone there who understands and is there for him, like he is Olivia, and I feel like together they'd be able to help keep each other in better spirits and heal a little bit more than we saw from Steve being alone :)

As I mentioned in the last story, AAHPWP, I'll be putting up a poll on my profile shortly with a list of all the suggestions given for pairing names for Olivia and Steve so we can have a vote on what their official pairing name will be :) I think I'll announce it in the last chapter of this story ;)

And, just to end, mostly putting this here because I've promised my sister I would actually tell people it. I made a page called ko-fi, where people can show support of a person by contributing a 'cup of coffee' to them. It's not a real cup of coffee, it's a donation that is roughly the cost of a cup of coffee, or about 3 dollars. The link is up on my profile or on my tumblr's LINKS page if anyone is interested. There's no obligation, requirement, or commitment, it just sort of feels to me like a little 'let's talk about your work over a cup of coffee' ;)

Some notes on reviews...(from the end of AAHPWP)...

Kona's story will be a bit longer. I'm alternating between Thor and Star Trek, so after this story we'll have Cora's Star Trek story, then Winter Soldier for Olivia, and then back to Kona and Loki :) So probably sometime around September for Kona :) Bucky's OC definitely won't be appearing till next year unfortunately :( I actually already have mention of the Medusa Myth in Athena's Truth story, it's not a memory she looks back on fondly :(

I can say Liv will have something to do with Coulson's 'death' in this story, but I won't say what ;)

Thor and Tony are the two I'm excited to see Olivia around also :) Tony because she was friends with his father and it's a little weird to think of Howard's son being fully grown when, months ago (to her) Howard was younger than Tony (I think), And Thor because he's just like this out of place space puppy :) I'm also very much looking forward to her being around Natasha and Hill more too ;)

I always try to balance my OCs with some sort of shortcoming or fear and it's something I've been working on for a while, haven't always managed it, but I try my best and try to learn from each one so I'm very glad that you're enjoying Olivia :) This is really going to be a journey for her to find her own strengths, while still battling her weaknesses, and try to find a balance with what she has to do and what she believes in :)

Understandable, Schmidt was certainly creepy enough to have tried that. I think the only reason he didn't, in this case, is because Olivia could fight back more with her strength from the experiment. In a generic sense of good vs. evil and Olivia being the 'good guy' she'd have found some way to stop him or escape and, when it came down to seeing his plans through with bombing New York or risking taking Olivia with him, he'd probably focus on getting New York with Steve there to come after Olivia.

I can say I might have a Guardians of the Galaxy OC in mind already, but that sounds like a very cool one and I encourage you to write it! :D No one will know your idea for a story or do it justice better than you ;)

I'm torn between being sorry that it made you cry and being really happy that it made you cry, if that makes sense...so I'm just going to say I'm sorry it made you cry, it means a lot to me to know it did though ;)