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He was standing at the altar, Bucky at his side as the best man and it was one of the happiest moments of his life. When the music started, Steve turned to the side to catch a glimpse of his beautiful bride-to-be. She was stunning, dressed in all white, with a smile big enough to rival Steve's own. The veil was over her face, covering her in intricate flower designs. She said it was her late mother's gown. Steve's breath was stolen straight from his mouth, and all he could think about was just how lucky he was to be here right now. Then she was at his side, and they were saying "I do" and then it was his turn to lift the veil and seal their marriage with a kiss, but when he lifted the clothe, he was greeted with a broken and bloody face. She was crying, yelling at Steve about how he was too late and that she was dying, why didn't he save her?

"STEVE!" someone yelled. Steve shot up with a grunt, already ready to jump into a fighting stance. The person who woke him was to Steve's left, gently removing a hand from Steve's left shoulder. "You were having another nightmare, Cap, how do you feel?"

Steve finally looked up to see who had awaken him and was unsurprised to see that it was Sam Wilson. He had been running around the entire damn world with Sam for the past two months looking for Bucky after SHIELD collapsed. They were both worn out and edging on completely hopeless as they continued to run through countless dead-ends every step of the way. Steve knew they both needed a break from this hunt. His patience was running thin and he knew under Sam's incredible persistence to help Steve, the other man was also pushing his limits.

Sam was still looking at Steve in concern, and Steve belatedly realized Sam was waiting for an answer. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just lack of sleep catching up on me," Steve replied. He learned early on in their crazy mission that lying to Sam wouldn't help anyone, especially himself. Sam just had a way of knowing exactly what was going on, and was always ready to step in with a solution of some sort. If it wasn't for Sam, Steve knew he would most likely be dead in a gutter behind a random Hydra base. The least he could do was spare Sam the frustration of being lied to when he was already so stressed.

"Want to talk about it?" Sam offered.

He's offered several times, but Steve had only accepted twice. Both times were things that bothered him, but were still common knowledge, things he wasn't really required to explain beyond the PTSD. Steve couldn't bring himself to talk about this one, no matter how long ago the events were. It had been a closely held secret of his, one he wasn't sure he wanted to be revealed. So instead of accepting, Stev just said, "No, I'm fine. I think I just need to run this one off."

Then he was gone, moving outside to gather himself.

The thing is, Steve hasn't had a dream about /her/ in a long time. She was in his past now, something untouchable, never to be seen or heard from again. She's been dead for a century, but still, his traitorous mind betrayed him. Before Steve could really acknowledge his actions, he was standing in front of a graveyard. He and Sam were in Britain now, chasing down a possible Winter Soldier holding site. Steve knew she would be here, but has stupidly assumed that he could handle that knowledge without being reminded of her again. He had apparently remembered how to get to the graveyard, and was there now. Perfect.

Squaring his shoulders, Steve walked in. He was going to have to face this again sometime, no use trying to get around it now that he was already here. Steve made his way over cautiously, suddenly aware of how not ready he was to see her grave. It's been seventy years since he's seen it last, after all, but he was there now, reading the cement slab proclaiming this to be the final resting place of one Clara Oswin Oswald. Steve swallowed, nervous to be here and still overcome by his grief. He found their unexpected separation still filled him with rage and sorrow. Good, he thought, she deserves that. They had been young and in love, despite Steve's previous inability to be a potential love interest, what with his scrawniness and everything else. Still, they maintained an one-of-a-kind relationship that often left Steve breathless with how lucky he was to have it. She believed in him and cared for him the same as Bucky and his mother, watching out for Steve, but never being condescending about it. She disproved of his back alley skirmishes, but understood his reasons and let him get away with it sometimes. In return, Steve tried to be the type of guy she could be proud of calling hers, and could show off to her family and friends. He worked hard to get a decent job, saved money to take her out and get her gifts, and at least tried to stay clean and presentable for her. Steve never felt like he did enough for her, but she had always insisted that he was exactly what she wanted. Then the war came, and she was whisked off to Britain, and he was with Erskine and became Captain America. After the USO shows started, he tried his best to keep in contact with her, sending postcards, drawings, and random souvenirs to her. Clara had always talked about how she wanted to travel abroad, Steve tried to help her do it vicariously, talking about the views and what he thought was nice about various states. She wrote about being back in Britain, and thinking that it wasn't home yet, not without him. She also made him promise to return back to her when everything was over, so that they could build a life together. It was because of those words that Steve bought a ring while he was in DC before they went overseas.

Steve had been ecstatic to arrive in London, while the promise to see Clara again was still sparkling brightly in front of him. He had talked with Clara beforehand, and they had made plans for dinner. Steve had shown up to her pick her up, suddenly anxious. This would be the first time Clara really saw Steve's new appearance, and he wondered if she would like it. The Serum had brought on major changes, and though Clara probably saw the pictures, he couldn't help the feeling that it would be vastly different if she saw it in person. Then, Clara opened the door, and she was smiling while she gave Steve a tight hug and exclaimed how much she missed him. Steve had hugged her back just as tightly, incredibly relieved to find that the only thing to change between them was where Clara put her arms.

Then they went out for dinner, at a nice restaurant in the city, went for a walk where Steve proposed to her by the docks, and she shouted her yes at him right before kissing him so thoroughly, Steve saw stars. Then everything went to hell because this was Steve. He rescued the 107th and therefore Bucky, did his duty for his country, and then he got a letter saying Clara died trying to protect a group of kids stupid (or idiotically resourceful) enough to run out during the Blitz. Two days later, Bucky fell from a train.

In all honestly, Steve really didn't need to crash that plane. There were multiple safe ways for him to land it safely, one of which was letting Agent Carter give him a safe landing site. The thing that actually stopped him was the intense feelings of repulsion he had towards trying to move on after the war was over. He had family waiting for him, and Steve figured it was high time he came back to them, but then he awoke again, and it was the 21st century. He had failed, but he wasn't going to let anyone know about his true intent. Thankfully, no one else had even thought to consider Steve's true thoughts behind the crash and his motives went on unquestioned. He tried to move on, allowing himself to occasionally grieve. Steve had done his best to keep Clara separate from Captain America when he first started touring, preferring to keep her safe and out of the public's curious eyes, which was convenient at the time, but hardly helped him now when he was grieving a fiancé absolutely no one else knew existed.

Steve rested a hand on Clara's gravestone, fighting back tears as he gripped their engagement rings he usually kept close to him. He allowed himself to get submerged in fond memories. Then after a moment, he sat down in front of the grave, and though he felt a little silly, talked to Clara like he so often used to. "Clara...I'm so sorry things ended the way they did. I know you had such grand plans for our future, I did too. I would've been able to get a good job, we could live in London and I would introduce you to the Commando's, you could go get that teaching job you always wanted. We would have a small family. I don't know if the serum would affect them, but if it did, they would be such healthy babies, we wouldn't need to worry about them as much. They would get your personality, nurturing and willing to help. When they're old enough, we could go travelling. I've seen so many places now, and they're all so beautiful. So many amazing sights, Clara, the world's so big, and we would see everything we could. We'd grow old together. You'd still be absolutely gorgeous, I'm sure. I would be so good to you, Clara, make sure you got the life you deserved because you were so amazing to me before I got the serum, and I just love you so much. You were ripped away from me so quickly, it's a bit of a blessing and a curse. I just wish we had the opportunity to marry first.

"I think you would like this time. People have progressed so much and those trivial things you used to complain about are almost obsolete. And the technology, gosh Clara, it's like you almost knew this whole time. Cellphones that can make a call anywhere and you only have to touch the screen, hospital machines that can see inside your body and identify the danger before it's too late, the prosthesis are so real looking, and I no longer have to surf through a radio to find music. It's all so wonderful and new, but I wish I could share with you. I miss you, Clara, more than you will ever know. I know I haven't visited you since the war...I just haven't been able to bring myself to acknowledge it once more. No one knows about us, about the relationship we had, just like I promised, so technically no one knows I'm mourning you either, but I can live with that. You've always been so strong, now I'm just following. I love you, don't forget it."

Steve stopped his speech for a moment, letting his emotions overcome him for the time being. He still kept his hand on the grave, tracing the letters carved in the stone. He took a moment to compose himself before reaching around his neck and pulling off his old dog tags. Standing up, he lay them down on the grave. "These are my tags, back in 1940. I figure you should have them, that Steve Rogers died with you during the Blitz, and he's still completely yours. Goodbye, Clara, I hope to visit you again soon."

With that Steve turned about face, and solemnly walked out of the graveyard. He never noticed the man standing a few feet away from Clara's grave who was now wringing his hands and frowning distastefully. He was dressed in tweed and bow tie, floppy brown hair hanging in front of his eyes as he contemplated. The man was on a mission to figure out Clara Oswald, the impossible girl who kept living again. The Doctor stared at the grave in contemplation for a few minutes longer before walking up to it, picking up the dog tags and putting them away, then went off to chase down the soldier as well.

Note: Not sure if I'm happy with this but the idea wouldn't leave me. I'll post the next chapter soon, any ideas will be considered. I'll probably add people meeting the couple. Thank you for reading!