This very short one-shot is dedicated to GiGi Babineaux, for her birthday.
Hold on to me, love. You know I can't stay long.
The first time they saw each other, he felt awkward – like he always did.
She was harsh, and commanding, but in spite of his diminutive size, she didn't disregard him. In fact, she stayed with him even through the terrifying process that, although changing his physical state, did nothing to improve his awkwardness.
He liked her. A lot.
Did she reciprocate?
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All I wanted to say was, "I love you, and I'm not afraid. No…"
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Helplessness.
Utter helplessness as all she could do was listen and watch as the aircraft tumbled into an arctic ocean of long-lost possibility.
He wouldn't survive the crash – it was impossible. Even for Captain America.
She wished she had said something earlier, to let him know she cared, before something like this happened.
She thought back to the time she had first seen him, standing in a long line of soldiers that were all around a foot taller. It would have almost been comical, if it wasn't for the solemn feeling that she got whenever she looked at him.
He was a good man, and good men deserved to fight for what they believed in, even if they were only five feet tall.
And look how he turned out now – the most idolized hero in all the allied countries. His nation and people were proud of him. That was all he had asked for when he joined up.
And she was proud, too.
The plummeting into the ocean thing was definitely not part of the plan. And, so as the tears pricked her eyes, all she do was mask the pain.
"And don't you dare be late."
She could hear his sweet smile through the comm.
"I won't."
And the speaker went dead.
And the world did too.
Temporarily.
She began to get back up on her feet. Though she'd lost him, she found new people to love.
She began to heal.
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I know you hear me, I can taste it in your tears!
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The world had become dim. Confused emotions, white and black had merged into a gray world full of unknowing.
Until she saw his face.
It felt like a hallucination as they talked – he had died years, an age ago. She was dreaming. He was gone.
"I couldn't leave my best girl. Not when I still owed her a date."
He was gone.
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Safe inside myself, are all my thoughts of you – sweet raptured life, it ends here tonight.
Author's Note: Hey, GiGi! I'm sorry it wasn't longer, and I'm sorry I couldn't give you anything else for your birthday.
You're so special to me. I love you, girl. Hope you enjoyed your lame birthday present. :)
~ Warp