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Authors Note: You asked for a sequel and here you've got it! Please be patient with me as I'm extremely busy, but I'll work on it as I have time! Thank you all for your continued support and reviews for Miss America. It's been a pleasure writing for you all and I will continue to do so as long as you all want more! On with the show!

"I-I don't-" Steve stammered, falling back into his doorway as Andrea gently pushed him back.

"Shhh, Steve." Andrea murmered, rubbing her thumb against his strong jaw, taking him in. "I never thought I'd see you again."

Steve closed the door quietly and enveloped her, grasping her tightly. She returned his embrace, much stronger than he imaged she would.

"You're alive." He said simply before placing a kiss on her cherry lips.

Andrea smiled and nodded cheekily, "That I am."

"How?" Steve questioned, nuzzling her face as he leaned down to her.

"I saw the gates of Heaven darling. I was gone. And then, like a strange dream, I heard a familiar voice, pleading for something to work as planned. And soon I was awake again, alone, in that warehouse. Everyone was gone, but somehow, I was still there." Andrea looked at the floor wide eyed, as if she herself did not understand her existence.

Steve contemplated the scenarios for a moment, trying to find a different one than the idea that stood out in his mind. "Was it Bruce's voice you heard?" He finally asked quietly.

Andrea contemplated his question, as if it were a math equation that should be easy but had more to it. "I believe it might have been."

A small smile flickered across Steve's face. Bruce had stayed back and saved her as they had planned to save him. Granted, they hadn't planned on Steve actually dying, he knew that Bruce must have given Andrea the shot and left, praying it worked but not wanting to stick around in case it didn't.

"How do you feel?" Steve asked gingerly, studying his girlfriend.

Andrea curled her fingers, then looked up at Steve suspiciously, "What happened to me Steve?"

Steve took her hand and gave it a squeeze, taking note that it wasn't as frail as he usually found it. She looked at him expectedly, waiting for an explanation as to how she came back from the dead.

"Bruce injected you with the Super Soldier Serum. The plan was to let Schmidt shoot me, then when he was gone Bruce would give me a shot of his serum to restore me to how I am. But you took the bullet instead of me. I wouldn't have died Andrea, it was such a gamble to give you the serum...we should have told you the plan."

"I would have stood in front of you anyway." Andrea resolved, giving his hand a surprisingly strong squeeze back. "So you're saying I'm a super soldier now too?"

Steve's jaw loosened, hanging open a little in consideration. She wasn't a soldier. She was the President's Daughter, America's Sweetheart, his girlfriend. He wasn't going to let he go to the front lines or fight at all. Some twist of fate led her to the super soldier serum, but she was not a soldier.

"No. No, we can't let people get wind of this. We should have Bruce run some tests, but you are under no circumstances allowed to be put into danger ever again. We need to contact your father and let him know your alive." Steve ordered, starting to walk towards his kitchen phone.

"No, Steve…" Andrea pulled him back, and surprisingly stopped him. Steve wasn't used to her having the strength to pull him back. He didn't like being stronger than her, but he didn't like the thought of her being like him. Bearing the same burden as him. That was his life, not hers. She didn't owe anyone anything. Then again, neither did he.

"What do you mean no?"

"I don't want them to know I'm alive. Don't you see? I'm finally free of everything. I can finally be my own person and do what I want, I can finally be with you in peace. I'm not made of glass anymore." Andrea pleaded.

Steve's blue eyes softened greatly as he listened to his girlfriend's dream. Could they possibly keep her from the world? The noble part of Steve knew that it was wrong. Her parents needed to know. All hell was breaking loose because The Avengers had been responsible for the death of Andrea Anderson. The Avengers were being dispanded. For a brief moment, Steve considered not even telling them Andrea was alive, and the two of them running off together. But he couldn't do that. Bruce needed to see Andrea. To make sure she didn't have any, side effects. The serum had only worked correctly once out of three tries. Steve couldn't bear the thought of Andrea having a problem like Bruce, or worse, like Schmidt…

"We'll go to the tower and have Bruce take a look at you, then we'll talk about it." Steve finally answered sternly.

"Do we have to go right now? My muscles are killing me…"

"It's because they've been injected with the strongest working steroid the world has ever seen. You'll probably be sore for a few days." Steve murmured, rubbing his large hand on her back.

She smiled coyly up at him, and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards his bedroom, "I wouldn't mind if I were just a little more sore." She giggled, causing Steve to blush profusely.

"Andrea! I-uh..." He stammered, feeling awkward all over again.

"Or we could just sleep for a while, because it's late, and I spent night on a warehouse floor last night, writhing in pain. I just want to feel you next to me." Andrea cooed, pressing her lips to his chest. Steve placed his right hand on the back of her head, and wrapped his left hand around her body. His face was stoic. He should be overjoyed, but it was so much more complicated than that.

She sure was taking coming back from certain death lightly.