Author's Note: Hey guys! So sorry for not posting anything like...all..year.. But school is out now, and I am back to writing full time now! This story is a new and exciting venture for me as I am cowriting it with one of my very best friends Marie. She will be posting this on Wattpad as ilovemarvels22 , and I, here on fanfiction! I have never fully cowritten a story before- so this will be a great adventure for the both of us! Stay tuned to my profile as I plan to be also posting a lot more from the various MARVEL and DC fandoms in the coming weeks!

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"I'm gonna need a raincheck on that dance." Steve said, sadly, nosing the plane towards the ground.

"Alright," Peggy replied, swallowing her tears. "A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club."

"You've got it." He answered.

"8 o'clock on the dot- don't you dare be late! Understood?"

"You know I still don't know how to dance.."

She chuckled with a small smile, "I'll show you how- just be there."

He nodded in agreement. "We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to step on your-"

At that, Peggy heard a resounding crash followed by mostly silence from the radio. An occasional crackle of static broke through the silence. "Steve?" She asked, terrified.

After a moment's silence, a small grunt came over the radio. "Peg?" Steve paused. "The plane's down. New York is safe."

"You're alive!?" Peggy responded, nearly shouting.

His warm laugh filled her ears. "Don't sound so surprised. I never break a date with a pretty girl- especially not one as lovely as you."

"Steve, you just stay put! I'll get Howard and we will send a rescue team to retrieve you." She said. With that, she set the radio down and rushed out of the room shouting for Colonel Phillips.

The colonel and a few straggling Howling Commandos were waiting awkwardly outside. When she rushed out, hollering, they all prepared to softly give their condolences on her loss. However, when the colonel moved to say that he was sorry, he noticed the bright smile on her face.

"Is everything alright Carter?" Phillips asked, hesitantly.

"Oh, everything is better than alright- Steve landed the plane! He's alive!" Peggy shouted, joyously.

The raucous soldiers gave a resounding cheer at the thought of their captain's safety. Private Morita spoke up eagerly, "Where is he? We need to send out a rescue mission!"

"The plane was headed for New York, so I imagine quite a few miles off the coast." Peggy paused, thinking. "Steve's still on the radio, so I'll check with him as far as landmarks go, but we need to get Howard working on something to track the flight's path- perhaps something with radar? I'm sure Howard could work something up."

Colonel Phillips took command of the situation, as was his duty. "Alright, you men arrange a task force for the rescue mission and hunt down Stark; he's bound to be lurking around here somewhere. Carter, get back on that radio and keep Rogers talking. He may be alive now- but any number of things could happen to him."

After a resounding chorus of "yessir"s, the SSR team broke up and headed their different ways. Peggy rushed back to the radio controls and listened for her friend. "Steve? Are you alright? Are you still there?"

"Yeah," the tired reply came. "I'm still here."

"Are you alright?" She repeated.

"Well, for now I am. I don't think I'm hurt or anything."

"What do you mean 'for now'?" Peggy demanded.

"I think I crashed the plane into an iceberg or something. It's getting really cold."

"Oh good Lord." She sighed. "Steve can you tell me anything about the terrain, where you are, or from before you landed the plane? Howard needs more information in order to find you."

A pause filled the air, as Steve took a look at his surroundings. "I think there are plenty of areas covered in ice and there is a huge frozen lake, but before I crashed I saw that where I am is an island of some sort." He said.

"Alright good..good". She said, " Anything else you have that may help us find you?"

"It's cold?" He offered, jokingly.

"Yes Steve, that's very, very helpful," she joked back, cynically. She reported his info to one of the Commandos, who promised to report it to Howard. Within just a half hour, a rescue mission was deployed led by Howard who was aided by Dum Dum Dugan and Jim Morita. The whole time they were looking, Peggy kept talking to Steve.

As time wore on, he had nothing more to say about his current status, and she had no news of the mission; so instead, she made him tell her everything he could possibly think of about himself. With some reluctance, he told her everything from his poor health as a child to his parents' deaths to the start of his friendship with Bucky. For hours and hours they talked. They talked till he got tired and his words began to slur. They talked till the nose of the plane grew too heavy for the ice and began sinking through. They continued talking as the ice broke and the freezing water began to flood the plane. They talked as his teeth chattered and the cold froze his tears in his eyes.

Finally, the rescue team spotted the wreckage. On a tiny island of ice off the Canadian coast- there it was. Peggy begged Steve to stay awake till they got there, but just as the seaplane sank down next to the other on the ice, he stopped answering. Fearing the worst, Agent Carter cried out to him, screaming at him to wake up. Just as she had given up hope, Howard's voice crackled through the radio.

"Don't worry Peg, we've got him."