A.N.
So this is my first FF, please be nice, although criticism is welcome! I plan to update this a lot and submit quite a lot of chapters. But for now, here it is. :) P.S a lot of fluff will soon appear. Enjoy!
NOTE! I do not own Captain America or anything out of the Marvel franchise!

Part 1.

"Peggy?"

"I'm here"
"'m gonna need a rain check on that dance."

"Alright, a week next Saturday at the stork club

"You got it."

"8 o clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late! Understood?"

"Y'know I still don't know how to dance."
"I'll show you how. Just be there"

"We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to step on your..."

"Steve? Steve...Steve!"
a single tear made its due course down Peggy's cheek. Blotches of red staining her once flawless skin. No answer was set to follow her call for her loved one. Nothing but white noise. Nothing but heartbreak. A few shudders from a deep cry ruined her once unbreakable posture. And her emotions of steel began to crack. He was gone. And he was never coming back. Not even if he was genetically engineered and looked like a god. No serum could reanimate a corpse. Strangled cries and heart wrenching convulsions demolished any poise Peggy Carter ever had withheld. She was grieving, and no one could blame her. She was in love. In love with a god-like, muscle bearing hero. Not only was he a saviour, he had a heart big enough for the world to survive off of alone. And now that heart, no longer beat. No longer could Peggy wish to feel his warmth against her skin, or his breath on her neck while they would dance. He never had danced before.

"What are you waiting for?"

"The right partner."

Peggy was to be that partner, but no longer could she look forward to having the honour of dancing with him. Slipping off of her chair and crumpling to a heap on the floor, she cradled her knees to her chest and rocked herself gently into a calming daze, filled with images of him.

Part 2

"I'd hate to step on your feet."

His head was thumping whilst his ears cried out. Almost all of Steve's blood had run in to the ice and had frozen making it almost impossible to see around him without being met by flaming red ice. Steve's heart had moved to a new location and beat loudly in his ear. Blocking hearing and seeing out of his five senses. Heat radiated from his genetically engineered body and was so hot it melted the ice around him, freeing his arms from their death trap. Through his frantic heartbeat, he could hear the ice begin to crack above him. The ice gave a great lurch and propelled Steve's unwilling body up to the surface, nothing but white wisps surrounded his vision. All of a sudden, a calming voice called out to him over the rage of the blizzard.

"8 o' clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late! Understood?"

"..I have a date" he whispered to himself, as if the snowflakes would shatter if he spoke much louder. Moving one foot in front of the other unsteadily, he began to walk away from his crash site.

He knew where he was going, don't ask him how, he just did. His heart acted like a compass, leading him to her, his love. He wouldn't lose her...and he sure as hell would NOT be late! His mind flickered back to the conversation they had before his crash, it was hazy but powerful enough to break through the fog in his mind. He had found the right partner, the one to share his first and last dance with. And with that thought propelling him forward, he began to run. He would NOT be late.