Hey, there! For those people who have read my story - Dean Winchester's Deaf Girlfriend - don't worry...I am still writing that story, I am just doing it...very slowly. And I decided to publish another story, even my other story is still ongoing. But this time, it is about Captain America. You see, I am writing stories in television shows or movies that had my favourite men in. So, in this one - it is Chris Evans. I mean, come on, look at him!

But anyway, for those people who just clicked on this and decided, oh, I will try to read this. I got to warn ya, it is seriously full of lovey-dovey fluff. So, if you don't want to read Captain America being whipped by a girl who is British, deaf and plain dead sadist - I would very much close the window or just click the arrow back to the homepage. Oh, thank you for taking your time to read this. I love you all, peoples!

Disclaimer:

Captain America - belongs to Marvel, I assume? Even I really want to have Chris Evans along with my collection. *sighs*

Stephanie Carter - my character. :D

Peace out, dudes...and oh, please please read and review and I will be ready to do another chapter on this story. Thank you, lovelies! x

ENJOY! x

Prologue

They both were dancing underneath the beautiful but bright stars. It was very rare to see the stars in the city – New York – as the lights from the buildings, light posts, houses and so on never turned off overall…but today was a special occasion.

He was wearing a black tuxedo suit, black trousers, white shirt and a black bow. He took off his jacket and placed it on the girl, who was in front of him. She was wearing a white, but blowy dress. It was long – all the way to the floor, but she didn't care that it would get dirty. As long she gets to dance with this man, she didn't care about the world…she could die happy in his arms.

She was dancing with him so slowly, she had to take her high heels off as they were annoying her…but his soft kisses on her skin just made her refill with energy and danced with him again. They were at the park, just under an old, but massive oak tree with green leaves slowly brushing against the air.

He was clutching his dancing partner's hand and hip in the other hand. The hip was smoothly curved and he couldn't help it, but he smoothed her hip slowly as he got closer towards her. She was really in love with this man, and when he just smoothed over her hip…she also got closer towards him. They were so close to each other – it was very close for them to kiss…they could feel each other's breaths.

"I am in love with you, Steve. I really am…" the woman mumbled against her sweaty lips. She was looking for a reaction to erupt in the man, but he just simply smiled and went straight into her lips. It wasn't like a peck; it was like a really passionate kiss between imitated lovers. She let go of his hand and shoulder and moved her hands up to his neck and she tip-toed up to get more access into Steve's mouth.

"And guess what, Pegs? I am in love with you as well." Steve chuckled against her lips and pecked her bruised, but wanting lips. He let her go, but kept her in his grip. "I want you in my life." He whispered against her ear and kissed it softly. She was shivering underneath him, as she was really nervous about this…

Then, it was quick – just like that.

The scenery of the stars, the tree and the white dress just faded away and another picture came along – it was in a bedroom, where the girl was cooking something and the man – Steve – was awake and wearing a pair of pyjama pants and he came up to the girl and they kissed. And the scenery just went white again. Another picture came along. It then faded. Another picture. Faded. Another picture. Faded.

It was repeating like a loophole, but with different pictures. It was quicker and quicker as the pictures just came and fade…

Steve opened his eyes quick and he was expecting Peggy to be on him, but he didn't see anything – he only saw the white ceiling, in his modern 21st century bedroom. He slowly sat up and pushed his cover off and just put his head in his hands.

"Damn it, Pegs…you are in my head all the time…" he mumbled to himself and he just opened his eyes again and just saw many pictures of Peggy Carter in his head. "Why does it have to be me, who had to be the freaking Captain America?! Damn it…" he kicked the drawer next to his bed, but it just stayed there like an obedient dog, waiting for its orders.

"I don't think I will fall in love with anyone else…I am way too much in love with you, Pegs. I mean it, you are in my head all the time…" he sighed and flopped back at the bed and began to dream of her once again…

She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it. She looked down to her old but still beautiful grandaunt. She just took a moment to look at her wonderful soft but short grey hair. Her lips that just would make anybody happy, when they fell down as kids and she just kissed over the wounds and somehow, they felt a lot better. Her eyes were closed, but they were chocolate brown when she winked at anyone.

She just replayed over her aunt's last words to her –

"Read it…and please send it to him…you will understand what I mean…please, Stephanie…please give it to him, otherwise he would be so lost. I just know it, Stephanie…Do it for me, and please…it is my last wish."

She clutched the letter into her hands and looked down on it – it was a brown but long rectangular envelope. She saw the handwritten name on the middle of the envelope – Steve. She turned it around and opened it.

To Steve,

When you are reading this letter, I would be dead or too old to come and give this letter to you personally, so that's why I asked my grand-niece, Stephanie to give this letter to you.

I knew that you would come back to life, from 1940s to here now. Everybody told me that it was clearly impossible, but I held my hope for you. I knew that you were still there. So, when I heard on the television, that Captain America was here in USA – I was so happy about it! I was really happy.

Stephanie is the only one who knows me who I am truly, besides you. She knows how much important you are to me and she accepted that. So, please do treat her with respect and kindness, like you did to me when we first met.

I want to write that, I knew that if you live in this kind of world without me, you would feel utterly useless and different or even left out. Please don't…be like that. Just try and move on. Just try. Try to find another girl, and make her heart flutter like mine did.

Please…move on from our passionate romance and find another one.

Now that if you read this letter, I feel a lot better and that is all of the things I wanted to do before I pass away from this world done. Thank you for being there when I needed you.

Lots of love,

Peggy xxx

PS – If you are thinking about our promise, there is a chance you can do it without me – dance with Stephanie. She will be there for you...like she did with me. She was my pillar of support…let her be yours.

Stephanie gulped from air and held back a tear to stop from ruining the letter. She put the white paper back into the envelope and closed it. She sighed and looked back at her grand-aunt.

Stephanie Carter was utterly shocked when her grand-aunt Peggy Carter finally left the world and her…and somewhere on the other side of the world – him…Steve Rogers, the Captain America.