Hey guys so ive had this stuck in my head for a while and im finally penning it. Hope you all enjoy.

Warning I dont own the Avengers.

Also I'm typing on my phone so it might have mistakes.

_Chapter 1_ The girl who transcends time

"Steve" A curvy brunette with green eyes laughed. "You can't catch me!"

She began running around trees in the beautiful park. Steve Rogers shook his head and chuckled.

"Oh Elli, wait till I catch you."

"That's saying you're fast enough love!" Elizabeth Herring yelled, all the while still running playfully away from the following man.

Getting far enough away, sure she had lost him, she turned. Her smile still plastered on her lovely aristocratic face. Adrenaline still coursing through her veins, breath heavy and short she calls out,

"Steve? Love?"

Swirling around surveying her surroundings she began to panic.

"ST-ah," swift hands wrapped gently yet firmly around her waist. They lifted her up and around in a circle.

A deep voice sending chills up her spine. "Elli, didn't I tell you? I will always find you."

She turned around in his embrace. Lips met in a passionate dance of attraction and emotion. A swirl of love surrounds them and in that moment no one and nothing mattered, not even the fact Steve was leaving for the army in the morning.

For Elizabeth Herring the days seemed out to get her. She'd been in love only one in her life and he ended up dying. The weird people he worked with said he crashed into the ocean. Her best friend, Bucky, died shortly after. Never having parent she had no one to turn to. Elli had become depressed and tried to die. Of course the world came and bit her in the ass as she soon found out she couldn't die, or even age for that matter

She's always aged and been hurt but after the... attempt, she seemed to have activated a gene of some kind disabling that function.

_First Person_

I'm tired of living and I'm not just saying that because my life sucks. I've lived pretty long already and let me tell you, it's lonely. I drift place to place every few years so people don't notice the 'not aging' problem.

This pretty much prevents me from establishing and sort of relationships. Like I said, lonely.

"Hey Elli!" A blonde woman exclaimed cheerfully, running gleefully the wards me, "What are you doing out here?"

"Oh hi Marie. I'm just thinking."

"Thinking? What about?"

"Life."

"Hmm, okay!" I've never been happier that Marie never pushed things. She's really a good friend.

"So party tonight. You gonna be my wingman?"

A party? It could be fun. So yeah, I said relationships were hard. Marie however, just wouldn't stay away! She was like a cling on! No matter how mean and rude I was to her, she just continued to come back! I've pretty much given in and even told her my secret. That way I don't hurt her when I have to leave.

"Yeah sure. Who else will make sure you get home safe, and alone."

She looked like a child on Christmas. Her blue eyes sparkling and smile huge. "Girls night! Whoo! I'll come by at six thirty to help you dress. Heavens knows you dress super old fashioned."

I laughed. She had me there, I may have live about a hundred years but my sense of style hadn't changed.

"Okay, but no slutty outfits. You know I feel uncomfortable wearing things that show too much cleavage."

"Aww! Your no fun sometimes." She pouted. It was a wonder this girl didn't have a boyfriend. She could be so damn cute sometimes.

"You tell me that all the time yet you keep sticking around."

"You got me." She looked at her watch, "damn. Breaks over, we should head back in."

"Hmm, yeah"

We headed back into the diner, ready to get back to work.