Here is my first Captain America fiction.

And here we go:)

Steve Rogers shot up in his bed, scrambling back against the headboard. His hyperactive, glazed over blue eyes flew around the room, scanning it for Johann Schmidt, who Steve knew, wasn't really in Avengers Tower. The Captain collapsed into the mattress, kicking away the sheets that had tangled themselves around his legs and torso. He pushed himself into a sitting position. His sweaty forehead rested against his knees. The shattered soldier sucked deep breaths past his teeth in a vain attempt to force his nightmare out of his mind. He stumbled into the bathroom, pulling the bath towel off of its hook behind the door. He rubbed it over his face, sobbing dryly into the absorbent material.

"Captain Rogers, may I suggest alerting another teammate?" the electronic British voice suggested from above the hero. Steve started, staggering away from the sink. He ripped a white tee shirt off the back of the desk chair as he ran past, jogging out his bedroom door. Ignoring the elevator, Steve opened the door leading to the emergency stairwell, undoubtedly waking everyone but Tony when the door slammed against the wall.

Steve hadn't known where he was running until he stopped in from of the gate separating the cemetery from the street. The super soldier effortlessly jumped the fence, starting down the well-known path to a certain grave. As he approached the headstone, a faint moonlit shadow came into view. The captain's protective instincts locked down his lingering fears as he began jogging towards the hunched figure.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" he asked the shaking female figure. Her head shot away from her hands.

"I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean to…" she trailed off as she studied the features of the man who had caught her. Her navy blue eyes flittered toward the grave she was visiting then back to the muscled man. "You're…" she started, pausing when she noticed his utterly dejected expression. "Hey, are you ok?" the younger girl asked, stepping towards the usually upbeat super hero.

For once in his life, Steve didn't pretend to be as strong as he looked. The Captain dropped to the damp grass, running his fingers over the name engraved in the stone. Margaret Carter. Steve ignored the small girl who knelt down beside him, resting a gently hand on his shoulder.

"Captain Rogers…" she prompted softly.

"How did you know her?" he asked hoarsely. The girl rocked back on her heels, letting her hand fall off his shoulder.

"She was my mom's best friend. Peggy was family to me." She answered quietly. Steve nodded in acknowledgment. "When my mom died, she was the only woman I had left in the family." She chuckled quietly, sniffling slightly. "Now it's just my dad and me."

"My apologies, ma'am." He said suddenly, blushing as he got to his feet. He held his shaking hand out, staring at the tombstone while he helped her up.

"Heroes can be weak too." She breathed once she'd gotten to her feet. He stared at her, blue eyes shimmering with tears he'd never dare shed. "I'm Hayley." She told him, staring up at the cad super hero.

"Steve," he replied unnecessarily, relaxing his hand was still clasped around hers. He stared down at the small strawberry blonde woman who watched him breathtaking sincerity. Hayley was the first girl since Peggy to see him broken. "Pleasure meeting you, ma'am." He told her politely, pulling his hand away. He nodded before turning to walk away.

"Hey!" she called out from behind, causing him to look back. "Did you maybe want to get breakfast with me? I don't have to be at my studio till eight." She rambled timidly.

Steve looked down at the lady who was not fawning over him or acting like the typical fan girls that followed him in public. And for once, while Hayley stared at him with perceptive hazel eyes, the soldier out of time was not thinking of Peggy, or Howard, or Erskine, but of now.

"That sounds nice, actually." He agreed. "Any place you've got in mind?" he asked as they began walking again. Hayley smirked.

"I've got an idea." She winked mysteriously. Steve chuckled, burying his hands in his trouser pockets. Hayley froze as the hero started to climb the gate. He looked down at her, jumping back to ground level. "I'm, uh…" Hayley coughed self-consciously. "afraid of heights." She mumbled.

"How'd you get in?" Steve asked in confusion. The redhead blushed even brighter.

"I snuck in while they were closing up." Hayley looked away from the virtuous.

"I can climb up first if you'd like." He offered quietly. Hayley looked up through her lashes, smiling nervously. Steve effortlessly scaled the chain link fence, hopping from the top of it as it were no big deal. Hayley swallowed thickly as she looked down from the top. There was a celebrity super soldier waiting to catch her and she was still afraid to fall. Steve waited with an amused expression, hands once again stuffed in his pockets.

"You can't catch me if your hands are in your pockets." She stated anxiously, hands wrapped around the bar in a white knuckled grip.

Captain America had been Hayley's hero since the battle for Manhattan when he saved her little sister from the Chitauri. Ariel had been hurt and had spent a month in the hospital while her small five year old body recovered from a ricocheted energy blast. Guilt had consumed Hayley for months on end; she should've been there to protect her baby sister, but she hadn't been able to while Steve had, and for that she'd always be grateful. So she knew firsthand about hos enhanced reflexes.

Steve huffed a laugh, holding his arms out to speed up the inevitable. Hayley squeaked as she jumped, whimpering as she fell through the air.

"Told you I'd catch you." Hayley felt his toned chest rumble against the length of her body as she clung to the hero, still shaking from the fall. Hazel eyes finally met blue once the ginger convinced herself she no longer falling. She blushed immediately once he registered the girl's body pressed up against him. "Sorry." He apologized, gently setting her back on the ground.

"Thanks." She murmured. Steve tipped his head, continuing towards his motorcycle. He threw his leg over, waiting for Hayley to climb on behind him. Steve's face heated up once again as Hayley's arms wrapped around his torso, hands clasping in front of him. "Bakery on 8th." She told him before he could ask.

"Yes ma'am." He responded, kicking his bike to life. Hayley giggled quietly at the old fashioned title. Steve took off in the direction of the bakery, working to not focus on the girl's breath on his neck but rather on the road.

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