Welcome new readers! I've been tweeking this stories plot in my head for quite some time and finally had time to myself to write it down. I always had a soft spot for Captain America x OC plots and had to write one of my own. I had been debating between this and a Bucky/OC since Seb is completely gorgeous, but Steve won out in the end. If this works well if you, I may end up doing a Bucky one in the future.

Enjoy!

"Sky! SKY! NO!" He shouted, running as fast as his legs would carry him, the sight in front of him causing his blood to boil over as he tossed his shield without a second thought, taking out the pair of guards attempting to shoot him down at his approach. Knocking them completely unconscious, his ear was filled with similar yelling as he was currently doing along with a mixture of fighting and gun shots.

"STOP! NO! SKYLAR! SKY!" He screamed this time, collapsing to his knees as he stared longingly at the jet taking off in the distance, his chest heaving up and down at the distance he had run in attempt to save her. Her. They had taken her. Shot her down and took her with them. His hands clenched in fists under him in the dirt before he cried out in rage, anger of seeing those disgusting extremists with their arms around her, dragging her unconscious form onto the unmarked jet before shooting off, out of reach. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he hunched over, lifting his soiled hands to his face, his heart breaking piece after piece, before completely shattering.

"Cap! Have you got her? Have you got Sky?" A voice asked frantically on com only causing said man to yank the com from his ear before crushing it in his palm easily before falling to his side in the dirt, tears overflowing from his eyes and to his arms that were wrapped around his head, shielding him from outside world.

She was gone.

Months past and the group continued to search for their stolen comrade. Never giving up, never stopping in their search, working to the point of exhaustion as they traveled from country to country, desperately trying to find her.

Bruce wanted his lab buddy back, the only lab buddy he could stomach thanks to Tony.

Thor wanted his sparring partner back, his little sister as he had begun to address her as she had begun to call him big brother at his over protectiveness.

Tony wanted his cousin back. Though at the beginning, the pair did not get along, after joining the Avengers and actually saving each other on countless times, they had sorted their differences and made amends. Now they were inseparable as many had pointed out.

Clint, well, they had a momentary fling when she had entered SHEILD many years before. They had briefly thought it was love, the big L word being held above their heads before soon realizing that they would not go any further than friends with benefits. Not really something she was eagerly searching for. They called it quits after going on and off for about a year, but they didn't let that mess with their friendship that continued to hold till today.

Natasha wanted her best friend back. Though she didn't have a lot of friends, or those she referred to as friends, Sky was someone she grew attached to early on in her association with SHEILD. Aside from Clint, she was the first woman that she grew close to after her incident in the Red Room.

Then there was Steve. The two had such a strange start after meeting, those around them easily seeing the way each other made the other feel. It was quite painful to watch as both were continuously ignorant about the other, tiptoeing around each other. About 2 years into their meeting, Tony was the one to walk in on the pair hungrily kissing each other in a hidden corner of the Avengers flight deck. It was quite comical as Tony almost attempted in snapping Caps neck at the thought of a man making a move on his cousin but quickly backed down once he crawled out of one of Sky's deadly headlocks. He was seeing stars for quite some time after that. Tony, surprisingly kept it a secret for some time before Tasha was the one to find them, immediately announcing to the entire tower of her findings which sent the unofficial couple blushing 50 shades of red.

It wasn't long before they had made it official and Steve was finally able to begin wooing her like he had wanted to try back in the 40s.

It's been 71/2 months since they lost Sky to Hydra, 234 days since her smile was able to light up the tower, 331/2 weeks since her laughter lit the depression that continuously slowed through the group, and 5616 hours since he last held her to him. Just the thought alone sent Steve into another fit of rage as he sent the bag he was currently pummeling, snapping from the chain and across the room into the opposite wall. Sweat dropped down his form in waves, his chest panting while pain shot up from his hands. He may or may not have broken and fractured a few bones in his fingers and wrists, but he didn't care. It made due, clouding the pain in his chest briefly while he grabbed another bag from the ground beside him, hooking it up and in place to start once more.

"Maybe you should take a break." A voice startled him though he didn't show it and continued to hit the new bag, settling for ignoring them.

"She'd kick my ass for letting you hurt yourself." The voice added in annoyance sending the man in question spinning to glare at the woman leaning against the doorway.

"Is there something you needed Romanoff or are you on a mission to guilt trip me further?" He spat infuriated as Tasha continued to stare at him unfazed though she continued to feel the tinge of guilt rippling through her heart at the thought of her lost friend. She didn't show it though, she kept it bottled up to save her the heartache and anger.

"I'm just pointing out that your injured and clearly ignoring your own health. When's the last time you slept or ate for that matter?" She then asked, scrutinizing him slightly from her spot. He scoffed, glancing back towards the bag swinging in front of him.

"Mind your own business." He grunted under his breath, crouching to begin swinging at the bag in anger.

"It is my business when your health jeopardizes us on a mission." She hissed back, getting angrier and angrier at his ignorance though a small part of her completely understood his flip personality from months ago. Steve continued to ignore her, going back to throwing fist after fist at the bag, watching proudly as it swung at the pressure of his arms.

"And what happens when you're healing from an injury and we run across the bastards that took her? How will you hold your own?" She then pressed as he stopped swinging, though he kept his crouched position, glaring at the bag.

"Injured or not, I'd easily dispose of them."

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