A/N: This is once again an idea that I'd thought had been done many times over, only to find that it hadn't been done yet, at least here on FF net. Oh, well, we'll see how you like it.

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Clara was a normal girl. She had parents, like everyone else. She had gone to an all-girls school, as was typical for girls from well-to-do families in her time period. She was looking for a husband, as was appropriate.

But sometimes she had a sudden surge of insight to things. When she had been a child, she'd listened her father's war stories, stories of the war to end all wars, and she'd know there would be a bigger war soon enough. When she'd told her father that Germany would rise again, worse than before, he'd just laughed and patted her dark brown curls and sent her away to play with her dolls. She had known of the black Tuesday. Not with so many words, but she'd secretly sold her father's stocks a week before. She'd been scolded for it, she was only eleven at the time, but a week later, after the black Tuesday, her father had let her choose what to listen to on the radio for one whole hour. Then there had been he concern for their cousins in Spain in the early '36. She'd finally managed to convince her father to invite them over for the summer, just in time before the Spanish civil war began.

She'd learned to trust that feeling, so when it told her that the short, skinny, mousy looking man with Buckey was important, she listened to it and instead of latching onto Bucky, who was officially her date, she left him to Bonnie, who was obviously more interested in him than her own date.

"Hi," she said to the other man, the one her instinct told her was important. "I'm Clara, but everyone calls me Connie."

The man was taken aback and Clara took the time to look him over. He was skinny and short, true, but his face wasn't that bad, in fact many would think him handsome if he had a little more meat on his bones. If he spent more time in the sun, his hair would most likely turn from mousy to golden in a relatively short time, and Clara admitted she'd always liked blonds more than brunets anyway.

"I'm Steve, Steve Rogers," he finally said with only a slight stutter. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. I mean, miss, of course miss, you're obviously not married. I mean, not obviously, I'm sure a beautiful dame like you has many admirers, but-" He realized he was rambling and shut his mouth, blushing in embarrassment.

Clara threw her head back and laughed. "Nice to meet you too, Steve Steve Rogers," she teased him with a grin, enjoying his deepening blush, and offered him her hand.

To her surprise he didn't shake it, though. Instead, he brought it to his lips and kissed it's back lightly, holding eye contact bravely, despite his embarrassment. This in turn caused Clara to flush with pleasure, as no one had done that to her before. She bit her bottom lip and smiled somewhat shyly.

When he released her hand, she gestured to Bonnie. "This is Bonnie Blue Butler."

"Isn't that the name of Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler in Gone With the Wind?" asked a frowning Steve, before blushing again. "Not that it isn't a beautiful name, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you," he told Bonnie.

Bonnie wrinkled her nose at him. "Same," she said but didn't offer her hand to shake his. Instead she turned to Bucky, who'd been looking on bemusedly, and put her arm through his, leaning on him. "Shall we go then?"

"Alright," he chuckled and led her forward, wiggling his eyebrows at Steve over his shoulder.

The blush that had receded a little came back full force as Steve offered his arm to Clara who accepted it with a cheeky smile.

Together they made their way to the pavilion where Howard Stark was going to be showcasing his newest inventions.

"-first flying car, Rose!" a lanky man with fly-away hair and big grin told a blond girl about Clara's age. "And this early in the 20th century!"

"But we don't have flying cars in 2006," the girl pointed out. "If the technology existed already, why don't we have flying cars?"

"Well, after this, Howard became involved with the war effort and after it, he searched for Captain America more than invented new or improved old things," the man explained and the girl nodded in understanding, though he made no sense to Clara.

"How about we go meet him?" suggested the girl.

The man scowled. "No thank you, he was a terrible flirt back now."

"Aww," cooed the girl. "There's no need to be jealous, Doctor, you know you're the only man for me. I mean, who else could give me all of time and space?"

The man's scowl deepened. "You're only with me because of the TARDIS," he complained. "And technically I'm not a man, Time Lords are gender neutral because it can change during regeneration, even if I've always identified myself as a male."

The girl's grin widened and she repeatedly ran her fingers through the man's hair, cooing "Who's a good alien? Who's a good alien? Yes you are, yes you are!"

Clara rolled her eyes as they got out of hearing rage of the odd pair. Some people were just plain weird, though her instinct told her they shouldn't have been there, especially the girl.

Steve insisted they stop and buy popcorn for the show and with an indulgent smile Clara waited for him while stood in line. When he came back he immediately offered her some, which she accepted, popping some of the white treats to her mouth and kissing his cheek chastely.

The show was amazing, Howard Stark was such a show man, keeping most of the attention on himself, even when the car he presented actually hoovered without any support. Clara wondered how the man with the fly-away hair had known about it, but forgot it soon enough.

Steve caught her attention by tapping her on the shoulder, and told her he'd be at the recruitment parlor and that he'd be right back.

"Nah, I'll come with you," Clara argued, rolling her eyes. "I've already seen the flying car, I doubt Stark can present anything better. So," she said, looping her arm through his, "is this the first time you've tried recruiting?"

Steve looked away but Clara could see the blush on his face. "No, but I've been rejected every other time. I actually got rejected earlier today too."

"So why are you trying again?" Clara wanted to know.

"It's a fair, I might get lucky," shrugged Steve. Then he glanced at her, blushing furiously. "Not that I'm not lucky already with a beautiful dame on my arm."

Clara giggled as they approached the recruitment parlor. "My, you do take liberties, Steve," she teased. "Does this mean a second date is in order?"

Steve stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Clara with wide eyes. They were at the very entrance of the parlor. "I-wha-uh-huh?" he managed intelligently.

"Well," Clara said slowly as she slid her hand down his arm until it reached his hand, and then she intertwined their fingers. "I really like you, and I'd like to get to know you better."

"I-I've never – been on a-a second date – before," Steve stammered.

Clara's eyes softened. "I have a feeling about you, Steve, a good feeling. You're going to be incredibly important. I don't know how, or why, but you're going to change the world, and remain a good person after. And that is rare. Remaining good, I mean. But you... you will." Then she grinned, starting to drag him to the information desk. "And I have a good feeling about tonight. You might even get a goodnight's kiss," she said saucily over her shoulder to with a coy smile.

Steve smiled back, knowing that whether or not anything came of the recruitment attempt or the... relationship with Clara... he'd never forget her, her being the first one beside Bucky to have faith in him.