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Summary: And someday I'll find you even if it takes me 70 more years. –Gruvia [Captain America AU]

Gray felt his heart sink a little as he assessed the situation, his head snapped from the engine monitor and to another screen that blares the words 'ZIEL' and 'New York City'.

Even though he speaks no German, it doesn't take a genius to know that this aircraft was heading for New York.

"This is Captain Fullbuster. I repeat, this is Captain Fullbuster." He contacted the base, attempting to inform them about the current situation. As his eyes roamed to the map showing the aircraft's current location–the Arctic–he swallowed a lump forming in his throat, he was damned if he let this baby crash into New York. He just wished Agent Lockser was here with him, she always knew how to comfort him.

I sound like a love-struck puppy, Gray tried to chuckle but failed miserably as he thought of a plan to stop the aircraft, there was one that can really really stop the aircraft before it crashes to New York, and it was all Gray could think about while under pressure.*

"Captain Fullbuster, what is your –"

"Gray-sama?!" Gray felt the corner of his lips twitching at how hysterical she sounded and he imagined her worried look, eyebrows furrowed and her pink lips in an adorable pout.

"Hey, Juvia." Right now, he just wanted to hear her voice because it might be the last time he would hear those. Gray could only hope that it would not.

"W-Where are you? Tell me so that I can find a safe landing site for –"

"There is no safe landing site, Juvia." Gray heard her breath hitch and his eyes once again glazed over the engine monitor, three down.

"I'm heading for New York. Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere, I can try to force it down." Gray was responded with muffled sobs and he could feel his heart clench at the thought that it was him who made her cry.

At the base, Juvia felt her heart sinking as she understood Gray's implication at trying to force Hydra's aircraft down. No, no, no.

Col. Jose Porla looked at her with sympathetic eyes before motioning the officer that greeted Gray out of the area before following suit, closing the door with a soft thump.

"Hey, Juvia," She heard through the speakers of the base. Wiping the tears covering her face, albeit unsuccessfully, she listened to the one she loved to most. "I remember that you said you've never had Caramade Franks before, am I right?"

She shook her head, momentarily forgetting that he was not by her side, and then added in a weak voice, "No. No, I haven't, Gray-sama." She smiled weakly at her own term of endearment. It started as a joke when Gray rescued the four-hundred soldiers trapped at a Hydra base, including his best friend, Lyon. Gray attempted to skydive and ordered Juvia that once he had jumped, the chopper must immediately turn around and get the hell out of there.

Juvia screeched that why is he ordering her while panicking because holy fuck was he trying to skydive with all the bullets flying around. Gray shouted over the explosions that because he was a Captain and it's 'Captain's–fucking–order' before jumping. Since then, Juvia called him 'Gray-sama' out of respect, or so she told him. Gray never understood Japanese language anyway.

"Then –" Gray fumbled the pocket of his uniform, finding the locket containing a cut-out picture of Juvia on a daily newspaper. "– How about this coming Saturday?" Gray felt the smooth exterior of the locket and pulled it out, flipping it open and carefully placed it in front of him.

"Are you –Are you asking me out on a… date?" Juvia choked the last word, just as Gray motioned for the aircraft to plunge down –straight to the iced surface of the Artic.

25, 000 feet.

"Yeah… So, how about it?" Gray knew that keeping promises that might be broken are dangerous, but he can't help but hope that he would survive this.

23, 000 feet.

Another series of sob was what Gray heard.

20, 000 feet.

"… Sure. This Saturday. Nine o'clock, at Loke's Café, They serve Caramade Franks right?" Gray chuckled, glancing at Juvia's smiling face in the photo. "Yeah…"

17, 000 feet.

"Don't you dare be late, Gray-sama." Juvia tried her best to give a stern tone to what she said, but failed as another set of tears flowed through her face.

"Well, I always arrive at least 5 minutes late so…" He trailed off.

14, 000 feet.

"Just please, please, try to be there, Gray-sama." Juvia tried her best to imagine Gray's face, every outline, every crease, everything.

"… I will."

10, 000 feet.

Gray sees the ground nearing, nearing –nearing– "Stay with me, Juvia?" He whispered, little by little getting anxious and starting to doubt his resolve. No, no he couldn't leave Juvia hanging.

Juvia felt the corners of her lip turning –a sad smile, "Always."

7, 000 feet.

A moment of silence reigned between the two, neither wanting the silence yet both feeling anxious as one of them approaches the icy lands of the Artic.

"Juvia, I know I'm not supposed to feel this way yet since our first date is on Saturday, for god's sake, but I just wanted to tell you if ever something happens that I lov –"

Gray's voice was replaced by static.

"Gray-sama?" Juvia's voice quivered, the slight opening of the door going unnoticed as Col. Porla peeked at his surrogate daughter, hearing her defeated voice, the man's eyes flew downwards and back at her.

"Gray, please…"

0 feet.

*I decided to add a pun amidst all the Angst: Gray's under pressure.

Every angst story needs a pun once in a while.

Thank you for reading. -L