Hey guys!

Sorry I'll update DMC soon I'm just suffering from a bit of a writer's block so that's why I haven't done anything with it lately. Anyways this I a little something to keep ya'll tied over for a bit. If you haven't picked up on it but I'm suffering from a bit of the Chris Evans as Captain America fever right now so this is a thing now lol! Sorry if it's not perfect I'll try my best to fallow the movies and comics... And Yes I know Peggy is his love and I love her character but this is my story. But and FYI if anyone has a bone to pick with me on the military stuff keep it to yourself please I grew up in a military family so I know what I'm talking about (90% of the time). Not to be a B**ch about things. But I hope you enjoy and don't rip me a new one.

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Ask Her to Dance

Chapter 1: Private Moldihan

1944- Military Base in an undisclosed location in Europe

May 10th 22:00 HRS

"Captain Rogers are you even listening?" Colonel Phillips asked looking at the young captain in front of him.

"Yes. Sorry."

"Son, don't think I haven't noticed something has been off with you lately, I mean it's hard to miss." The greying Colonel put his arm around Rogers' shoulders and lead him away from the map of Europe.

Steven looked at him, "What exactly do you mean sir?"

"Son I've been around the block several times and I've seen a lot in my time so I know when a woman dumps a soldiers ass. So what did it?"

"She felt as if I was putting work before her sir." Steve answered.

Phillips let out a hardy laugh, "Well you are America's golden boy what did she expect?"

The captain shrugged, I honestly kind of thought now that I was tall, and muscular women wouldn't be so hard to get anymore I guess I was wrong. He couldn't help but feel a little bit down. It's how he had felt for the last three days ever since the break up, the new group of female Privates that had been posted didn't even make him smile in the slightest.

"Rodgers listen take to rest of the night off, if we need you we'll come get you." Phillips told him giving him a slap on the back.

Steve didn't say anything he nodded and started to head back up to the barracks for the night. Loosening his tie as he walked, he was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted.

"Evening Captain Rogers." a flirtatious woman's voice came from besides him.

He raised his eyes from the floor to see one of the new Privates had taken to walking with him. "Evening ma'am." He answered. He didn't want company but he didn't want to be rude to her either. What's her name again? Samantha, Carlen, Sally... No, theirs to many of them to remember. Many of the young women had taken a liking to him since they had arrived a week ago, but he had eyes from only one woman Peggy, but she made it quite clear to him that there was nothing more between them.

"Calling it a night?" The brunette asked skipping along besides him.

Private Knight, Pricilla Knight that's who she is. "Yes,"

"You want some company, I know how lonely it can be around here at night." She winked at him, offering herself to him.

"Ma'am I'd prefer to be alone but maybe another time."

His words stopped her in her tracks. She had never had a man say no to her.

The night air was cold and calming, he breath out a sigh of relief. He continued his way towards the barracks. The gravel crunching under his boots. Only the night guards stood watch now, all the soldiers who weren't involved in the Hydra Project were long asleep. A few lights were on in the windows on the upper levels of the barracks. The Captains and the Privates rooms were on the same floor. There was very little chance for him to avoid all the woman who kept trying to throw themselves at him. He pushed the heavy wooden entrance doors open; the thick soothing scent of fresh brewed coffee greeted him. Maybe a cup before bed wouldn't hurt. As he drew closer to the mess hall the sound of a mug shattering to the ground landed on his ears.

"Shit..." A female voice rose from out of the darkness as he entered the hall. The only light that glowed from inside the room was the light behind the coffee counter. Steve slowly made his way over the where the coffee pot was and looked over the counter and raised his eyebrow. A young Private was knelt down behind the counter cleaning up the broken coffee mug. Her blonde hair hide her face from him, but the blonde hair was a dead give away to who she was. She was Private Kitty Moldihan, she was the younger sister of 2nd Lieutenant James Moldihan who had been killed in action during one of the raids on Hydra about a year ago.

She looked up her blue eyes finding his, within a moment she was on feet standing at attention saluting him, "Captain Rogers."

A smile turned up the corner of his lips, he remembered how much her older brother had talked about her; how much he use to praise her. "At ease Private." He responded. Her body relaxed, and she came around the counter.

"Coffee?" She asked.

"Ma'am I can..." He couldn't finish his sentence before she had taken the mug from his hands and filled it was the steaming black liquid.

"Cream? sugar?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"No thank you, black is fine." He could see her slender hands shake as she lifted the dust pan with the broken mug in it. Is she nervous? Why would she be nervous about? She moved about quietly her eyes cast down, she was doing her very best to not look at him.

If I don't look he wouldn't notice I've been crying again. Despite her best efforts she gazed longingly at the young Captain's handsome face. She wanted to say something to him, but nothing came to mind. He still stood there, his eyes watching her as he sipped his coffee; his tie hung lose around his throat, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned. Her lower lip quivered, in both sadness and excitement. Being alone with him was all she ever wanted, but she was so shy that she couldn't even bring herself to say anything. The room was so quiet a pin drop would have broken it. She found herself praying for him to say something or for just any little noise. Another long few moments passed before she said anything, it wasn't even something she wanted to say but it was what came out. "Goodnight Captain." She whispered as she turned and walked away.

"Kitty..." his deep voice caused her to stop in her tracks and turned to face him. Steve recognized the pain in her eyes, her bottom lip quiver, she was on the verge of tears. The loss of her brother tormented her every second of the day. "Please just call me Steve."

A small smile lit her face, before she turned and disappeared down the hall into the darkness. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor faded as she moved farther and farther away. He let out a deep sigh, leaning back against the counter taking the last sip of his coffee. Setting the cup on the counter next to the other dirty dishes before leaving the mess hall. He pulled the doors shut behind him, they clicked shut and he continued up to his room.

The room was warm and dark, he pulled the curtains shut on the window and began to undress. He laid down and pulled the covers up, closing his eyes. He couldn't get the beautiful young Private's face out of his head.

Kitty sat on her bed clutching the old letter in her hands.

I regret to inform you that 2nd Lieutenant James Moldihan was killed in action on the night of May 20th, 1941.

The signature line bare the signatures of both Captain Rogers and Colonel Phillips. She had no one left now both her parents were dead, her brother was dead she had herself and that was all. She tucked the letter away and laid on the bed, closing her eyes biting back tears. Steve's gorgeous face and toned body was engraved into her dreams. I can't deny that I'm falling for him, that I was falling for him since the moment I saw the picture of him and my brother before his death. Everything about him draws me in, but he's still hung up on Peggy and let's face it after having a dame like Peggy Carter I'm a down grade. The truth was hard to ignore but she knew she wouldn't ever have a chance with the Captain not in a thousand years. Every time she saw him another small hole chewed its way through her heart. There were some many other pretty girls on base now, he could have any number of them if he wanted. Sleep came before she could continue her thoughts.

The morning alarm woke her from nightmares, the obnoxious bugle rang through the morning air. As she climbed out of bed she could almost hear the moans and groans of the others getting up. She began to ready herself for breakfast, smoothing her hair back into a loose bun and brushing on her makeup. These were the few things she could do to make herself look attractive. Laughter from down the hall made her ears perk up, she opened her door and stepped out into the hall. A few of the other Privates walked by her giggling and talking amongst themselves.

"Morning Ladies." She smiled, but she was ignored. Her smile fell, it had been like this in boot camp as well everyone ignored her and when she wasn't being ignored she was the butt end of their jokes. She hung her head and headed down towards the Officer's mess hall. She was just one of the many officers who filed in. She could see Steve already seated with the other men on his team as she carried her tray of food towards the table at the back of the room. She settled herself at the end of the table away from everyone and opened her book. Removing one of her brothers Captain America Trading Cards setting it on the table. She read as she slowly ate her breakfast. Today was going to be a long day she was going to be doing reports and files on then most recent Hydra Raid, and she was working a double shift. The one thing she was grateful for was that would be working with the Captain for a large portion of the day. She finished her toast and reached for her trading card bookmark to find it gone. She looked around the table and on the floor for it. No, no, no it can't be gone. Those cards are the only thing left I have of my brothers.

"Looking for this?" Peggy laid the card on the table as she sat in front of her.

"Yes thank you." Kitty answered quietly, placing it back into her book for safe keeping.

"You know you might not want to care those around too much or else some people around here might start thinking you have an infatuation with the Captain." She smiled taking a bite of toast.

"These cards are some of the only things I have of my brothers they're really important to me." Kitty answered glancing briefly over at Steve. He had a genuine smile painted on his face as he talked with his team. "Plus it doesn't matter if I have an attraction to Captain Rogers I'm not pretty like you or the other girls so I wouldn't stand a chance anyways."

Peggy laughed, "Well a little secret between you and me. Even though I was with Steve, I'm not exactly his type, I did love him yes, but he needs someone a little more, how would you put it, sweet on him. By the end of things we were just fighting. Plus," She paused and looked over her shoulder, "I think he might have eyes for you already. You know if you ever need anyone to talk to I'm always here, and I wouldn't tell the other girls or Steve."

Kitty gave the Agent the best smile and a thank you she could manage before getting up and heading to work.

He could see Peggy talking to her from where he sat. Kitty looked as sad and scared as she did the night before when they had talked. He wondered what other things tormented her on top of her brother's death; why she sat alone for every meal and why she never came out to the supper clubs with the rest of the girls. Was she shy and couldn't dance like him or was there something more to it? His eyes fallowed her as she left the mess hall and headed towards the office.

Kitty settled herself comfortably on her office chair in front of her type writer, the small cubical office space was cut off from the other offices by bookshelves. She looked at the picture of her brother standing besides Steve that she kept on her desk. The only reason she had joined the military was because of her brother. She began to type the minutes from the last meeting that had taken place. The keys clicked melodically, as she typed. She could still her all the other commotion in the room around her. Pricilla's shrill voice made her stop and look up. From between the books she could see the tall slender brunette, not a hair out of place practically blanketing herself over Steve. The sight made her heart sink. She stood up and picked up the few files that needed to be returned to Agent Carter and stepped out of her cubical, not looking at Steve or Pricilla as she strolled by them. If that's the kind of girl he wants then fine I understand.

"Private Moldihan?" His voice caused her to stop and turn. She looked up at him trying not to show her jealousy. "It's not what you think."

"Captain Rogers I don' think anything frankly. You're a soldier just like all the others aren't you." She raised her eyebrows at him, before turning leaving him standing there. His deep sigh reached her ears, she felt guilty for being so short with him, but she wasn't going to let herself be played. Despite her knowing that Steve Rogers was a caring, and loyal man she didn't trust any man after what had happened with the last military man she had encountered. Letting herself fall for the strapping young Captain was breaking her own rule about not getting involved with a military man again, but he was the last connection she had to her brother. She wanted to know what had happened that day, she wanted to see what he had seen, feel what he had felt. Kitty wanted to be of some use to Captain America.