GOODNIGHT SWEETHEART

{Author's Note: This story I'm super excited for guys as I have so many ideas on how it's going to go. It's essentially a Steve/OC story in all it's romantic, fluffy goodness XD. This starts in 1941, but will quickly progress through to modern day. I hope you enjoy. It'd be great if you can read and review too, as I'd love to know what you think or would like to see. :)}

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the character(s) you don't recognise.

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{BROOKLYN| JUNE 27th| 1941}
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I grew up as an average girl from a working class Brooklyn family.
Money could be tight, but my parents were children of the great war, so rationing was in their blood.
But even with the rations, little money and two kids to support, my Father would always make sure that my brother and I had chocolate on Sundays as a treat.

My brother James was my idol growing up.
He would tell me the best stories when the raids were in effect during the war.
They would always involve brave soldiers who save the world from bad guys and get the girl, only, James would always include an intelligent, wise-cracking female sidekick that he would name after me.

Okay, so he said that her hair was always messy and that she would be clumsy, but the main point was that he kept my dreams alive; I wanted to be that girl.
I wanted to be the one who helps the hero save the day.

I got my chance to do just that when I turned eighteen and war had ravaged most of Europe.
Coming across an article in 'Life' magazine about female pilots, I was completely fascinated by their bravery and how exciting it must be.
The only problem I had was whether or not I could afford the five hundred dollar pilots licence fee that I needed before starting training.
In other words, my dreams were over before they had even begun.

I remember one hot summers night, I was sitting on our front porch with that very same edition of 'Life' magazine in my hands as I just couldn't bring myself to let go of the aspiration I had of becoming a pilot.
James had then come over to me, his eyes expertly zoning in on the magazine as he had smiled and nodded towards it.

"That is still on your mind, huh?"

Nodding, I smiled sheepishly, "I can not stop thinking about how incredible it would be to contribute to the war effort-"

James chuckled, "You sound like Steve!"

"Have you ever thought that perhaps Steve is the hero from all of your stories, and I am to be his sidekick?" I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised, knowing that he was weighing up his words.

"No, Rosie. I never thought of that…" He smiled before shaking his head as he sighed and sat down next to me on the cramped front porch.
"This really means a lot to you."

"It means everything! I can not handle blood, so being a nurse is indisputably out of the question…but a pilot? James, our roles are changing! I want to feel as though I am an equal, instead of a plaything for my future husband."

He draped an arm around my shoulder, "My little sister is never going to be anyone's plaything."

I laughed lightly before resting my head on his shoulder, "I can not afford the license fee James. Anyway, maybe it is for the best? Dad wasn't too pleased with the thought of me going away…"

James looked thoughtful for a minute as he nodded once, "True, but what are you named after?"

"I am called Marilyn, after our Grandmother?" I answered back in confusion.

"Yeah, but I call you Rosie, after who?"

A smile curved my lips upwards as I looked at him, "Rosie the Riveter."

"Exactly! I call you that because you are the only woman I've met who never gives up when she sets her mind on something; you're my kid sister after all."

"James, I do-"

He stopped me in my tracks by reaching into his coat's inner pocket and taking out an envelope, as he handed it to me with a knowing smile, "I want you to write every week Rosie, or I will have to come over there…"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, as I cautiously took the envelope and opened it, gasping in shock at the wad of notes that filled the paper.
"Is this-"

"Your ticket out of this dump? Yeah! Just…be careful Rosie, okay?" He smiled at me.

I just sat there in stunned silence, my hands still gripping onto the envelope as though I feared it were not real and would disappear if I let it go.
I caught my brother completely off-guard by what I did next.

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" I suddenly screamed out in delight as I flung my arms around him in a grateful hug.

"Whoa!" He laughed as his arms came around my back to hug me, "Just, remember to write-you promise me?"

"I promise!" I grinned as I pulled back to wipe away the tears that had been fast falling down my cheeks, "Where did you get the money? It's too much James…"

He snorted in disagreement, "It is worth it to see you happy. We look after each other in this family; you got that? Steve as well!"

I nodded, "True…wait! Did Steve contribute money to this too? James! He-"

James sighed as he rolled his eyes, "Steve wanted to Rosie! Just…let him, okay? He wanted to make you happy."

"Remind me again please dear brother how you managed to gain Steve as your friend?" I raised an eyebrow but smiled jokily as I hugged the envelope to my chest.
"I will never forget this. I will make you and Steve proud of me!"

He smiled before ruffling my hair, "I know…come on, I'll be your scapegoat when talking to Mom and Dad."

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{A YEAR LATER}
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James was the first person to hear of my return to America after training in England to become a pilot.
We were in the middle of a busy street during a market day, when I just blurted it out.
"I'm going to be a pilot! I passed my training!"

He had turned towards me with a big grin plastered on his face as he pulled me in for a hug.
"My baby sister is growing up! Soon I'll be threatening all the guys who try to date you, huh?"

I laughed, punching his arm playfully before replying, "If you do that, then I will end up alone for the rest of my years, due to having an undesirable reputation."

He smirked, "Just protecting my sister."

I then watched him turn and wave to someone whom I had to turn my head fully to see properly: Steve.
Steve was my brother's best friend.
He's sweet, gentle and always tries to make me smile when I'm having a rotten day.
Not to mention that he's also the only guy my brother trusts to be anywhere near me.

"Hey," Steve smiled softly as he looked up at James in greeting before hugging me with a big grin on his tiny face, "Rosie! When did you get back? I would of came with Buck to pick you up."

I couldn't help but return his enthusiasm, as I embraced him back before shaking my head, "I have only just got here Steve. I…got dropped off at home by a friend."

James raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Yes! And before either of you ask, no, I'm not saying anything!" I winked at Steve before giving my brother a firm look.

"See Steve? This is what I get for being a good older brother…"

Steve chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at his friend, "She's entitled to her privacy. I just hope that she will be staying for a little while? It would be great to catch up."

Nodding, I said, "Well, I was going to grab a bite to eat and catch up with Al Capone here, but…apparently he is busy; do you fancy coming?"

James scoffed, "I'm not being unreasonable, I just want what is best for you, and I do have an appointment. Hey, Steve? Go with Rosie and give me a moments peace?"

Steve laughed at him before turning and smiling at me nervously, "Sure, where do you want to go? Dinner's on me."