I was awake when the plane crashed. I saw the crystalline ice as it came towards me. It came with such ferocity that a caged lion would be jealous. I had little time to mentally prepare myself for what was coming. I knew that I was saving America. I also knew that I was going to crash the high tech plane. Lastly, I knew that I would die. At this realization, I was, quite frankly, afraid. I would be leaving my country behind. I would be leaving my friends behind. I would be leaving Peggy behind. These thoughts circled through my frightened mind as I spoke with a tearful Peggy. However, the depressing thoughts left my addled mind as the oncoming ice distracted me. I was going toward it. I was to hit the ice headlong. The cold, which had bothered me as a sickly child, would end me as it almost had when I was young. My breaths came short as I thought about my upcoming death. However, just short of hyperventilating, an odd calm came over me. As I drew closer, the foreboding ice transformed. It wasn't the dark icy grave that the Grimm Reaper had dug for me. The murky shards of ice morphed into a clearer color, as transparent as glass. The spikes also changed. The ragged edges became softer, round like a well-made igloo. The advancing frost was now a beautiful sculpture. It caught the light in mysterious ways. The sun's rays refracted causing rainbows to show through the plane's cracked windshield. A pale red wave landed on the picture of Peggy that I had in my compass. By now the ice was nearly upon me… or was I almost upon it? Logic escaped me at the moment. I smiled as the red reminded me of Peggy's ruby red lips. "I'd hate to step on your toes—" The pain hit me before the words could fully exit my mouth. First was a crushing feeling in my gut as the plane's dash buried itself in my stomach. The dense metal easily crushed my bones. Next, I was conscious of my head contacting the higher section of the dash. I didn't recall falling forward, but everything happened so quickly that anything was possible. Next thing I knew, my damaged body was grasped by the chilled fingers of the ocean. As I felt my body being pulled down into what could only be certain death, my glistening eyes were drawn to an iceberg that could barely be seen through the broken plane's windshield. I watched as the sun was refracted into small rainbows. And in as many seconds it took for me to notice that this would be my last time to see the sun or color, I was sucked fully under the azure sea's surface. I kept my eyes open even as I felt my self become ensconced in an icy coffin. And just before the last seconds of consciousness left my oxygen deprived brain, a small smile appeared on my chapped lips as I watched the sun's rays dance along the ice as I wished that I could have with my dearest Peggy. At that moment in time, I was one with peace and I was ready to die. Little did I know that fate had a wicked sense of humor and I was to be the pawn in life's cruel yet beautiful game.
So, this was originally going to be a really long, multi chapter thing about if our good ol' captain was awake while under ice, but honestly I have zero time to finish it (hence it being a oneshot). However, if anyone feels the urge to add on or finish it up, feel free to. Just remember to pay credit where it is due and drop me the name of your wonderful work in a review so that I can check it out. Good luck to those that want to! :)