Hi everyone, here's the new chapter. Sorry I've been slow at updating. I just had a 140 page paper for vet school due just this week past, so hopefully I can get some more chapters out within the coming week. Also, check out the Kiss and Control Preview; it's a look at the new story I'm working on. Let me know what you think. Sorry guys it's kinda a short one!

Ask Her to Dance

Chapter 10: Flight 776

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, little Steve stared back. I'm not that little kid from Brooklyn anymore, he told himself letting out a sigh. He did this before every mission; it helped calm his nerves, knowing that he wasn't scrawny anymore or easily knocked down. "Okay, you can do this." He turned, picking up his shield. Pushing open the door from the ammunitions room out into the hall, his heavy boots made the hall echo loudly with noise. He could practically hear the propellers of the plane revolving as he drew closer and closer to the outside door.

Waiting, watching from a few feet back from the other members of the SSR, her eyes were glued to the door she knew he would come though. Her eyes still stung from crying so much earlier and she could feel her stomach doing back flips; this was both her favourite and least favourite part of her work. She loved being there to see Captain Rogers in his uniform and being able to see him off to war but she hated it too. The uniform, the sight of him getting on a plane, all meant he might not coming back.

The door opened, her eyes growing wide as she saw him, her hero. Stepping out onto the concrete, the sight of him caused her to let out a sigh, her heart fluttering. He was risking everything for the chance to die alone. Peggy approached him, whispering something in his ear, bringing a smile to his face. His bright blue eyes sought hers they stared at each other for a moment before he turned and continued to the plane. He climbed the steps and disappeared. Instinctively she reached up and touched her necklace. "Be safe," she whispered.

She continued to stand there even as people turned and began to head back inside to escape the frigid cold. Peggy came to her side. "You know," she began, smiling kindly, "I've never seen him smile at a woman the way he smiles at you."

"Peggy," Kitty laughed, "You're only saying that to try and make me feel better from earlier."

"Is it working?" she asked, putting an arm over her shoulders as the plane took to the air.

Kitty nodded gravely. "I hope he comes back safe."

"He always does," Peggy answered, turning her away from the plane and towards the buildings. "How about we get started on those files in my office?" Kitty smiled. The work would keep her mind off Steve.

The sound of the propellers drowned out all sounds as they flew on. Steve sat near the front of the plane, his back to his men, thinking. He was thinking about her, that beautiful blonde back on base. He couldn't deny the way she made him feel; his heart swelled with excitement when they were together. He remembered the smell of her sweet shampoo, her perfume. Drifting off into the memories; the gentle brush of warmth as she leaned over his shoulder to set coffee down on his desk or look at a document, her hair falling forward to briefly cover him like a curtain, all surrounded by that luscious smell. The scent set off a rush of heat through his body down to his manhood. Oh, Kitty, what I wouldn't give to have you in my bed when I arrive back on base tonight. The thought distracted him from the mission for a few minutes.

Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, he extracted a small picture. It was her identification photo. He had taken it from her file which still lay on his bedside table. Looking at the black and white, her pale eyes and full lips enchanted him. He found himself slipping further and further into day dreams. How beautiful she looked out there on the tarmac, bundled up in the standard army issue wool coat with her bright blue scarf and mittens. She always wore a bright pop of colour. He smiled at the thoughts it brought him back to her pink lace bra. The lace had been soft and warm to the touch and the underwire had held the shape of the rather large cups, giving him an idea of what was underneath that clothing.

He tucked the picture back in his jacket, hoping that not seeing it would calm the erection that had woken between his legs. Just then the sound of the pilot's voice came over the loud speakers: "We are over the drop zone, I repeat we are over the drop zone!" Steve got to his feet, picking up his shield he headed for the door. His men began to dive into the abyss below, white parachutes deploying everywhere. Then it was his turn.

His stomach lurched as he flung himself out of the plane, falling faster and faster every second, waiting for the right moment to release his parachute. Finally, he tugged sharply at the cord and the large white cloth billowed out behind him, giving him a good jerk as it slowed his fall. The ground grew closer and his feet touched down, his landing less then graceful as he tumbled forward into a clump of bushes. He had never really gotten the hang of landing like the other men had, even though he was Captain America.

He got to his feet and looked around at his men. "Alright, you know the orders: get in and get out. Kill as many as you have to and destroy the place. Leave Schmitt to me. Now let's go."

The snow was deep, up to their knees already in this part of Europe. It would be hard going, but the group of men trekked on towards the factory. Steve had to admit even his legs were getting cold and he had an increased body temperature and a heavier uniform then his other men; he could only imagine how cold they were by this point. The trees began to thin slowly, until a large black fortress loomed in front of them.

Guards patrolled the edge of the grounds, looking for anything that may seem odd. It was almost as if Schmitt had been expecting them; there were more guards than usual and so it was going to be harder to get in. As another guard passed he saw the small flash of light reflecting off a mirror. The other group of men were in position.

Back on base, Peggy and Kitty set about organizing files, books and maps in her office. Piles of papers reaching heights of four feet were stacked on just about ever surface. Sentara's latest record played on the record player in the corner of the room.

"Kitty," Peggy asked, "Are you excited for the Christmas party?"

"I am but I don't think I'm going to go," she answered, passing the Agent some more files from the top shelf.

"And why not?"

"You saw what happened last night at the officer's club. I don't exactly need a repeat event of that," Kitty replied, stepping down off the ladder. "Even if I do go I have nothing to wear."

"What about the dress from last night?" Kitty asked.

"It's too small, and when I was taking it off last night I ripped it beyond repair," she answered softly.

"Oh..." Peggy retorted, "You could borrow one of my dresses."

Kitty smiled. "Peggy, thank you for the offer but I couldn't fit into your clothes. I mean, you're so tiny, like what, a size 12, 14 at most."

"I know Kitty, but you would still be able to have a chance at Steve if you dressed up fancy."

"If he noticed me it would be because I was wearing one of your dresses. Peggy, he's still in love with you. He told me this morning when the one person you want doesn't want you back it really doesn't matter in the end. I knew he was talking about you and let's just face it: I'll never be you."

Peggy was quiet for a long moment. "Kitty, I know Steve better then I know anyone else. There was a time when we loved each other but that flame burned out and I've moved on. He has to realize that and move on to. And if he's too pig headed to notice a beautiful blond like you then he doesn't deserve you at all." She smiled at Kitty.

She smiled back in reply. Peggy was right in so many ways.

"So anyways, on a lighter subject, I need an assistant for planning the party. I was hoping you could help me."

Kitty smiled. "I would love to."

"As much as you would love to snuggle up with Captain Rogers."

"Peggy..." Kitty snapped.

"What, I'm just teasing?"

"I know," she laughed. "You're the lucky one. You at least got to."

"We never went that far."

"What?" Kitty was shocked; she would've expected Peggy and Steve to have more than likely slept together.

"No, he's too much of a gentleman; he barely even touched me. He still hasn't found his right partner yet. He's never danced," Peggy answered with a smirk.

"Oh, he's a..."

Peggy cut her off with a nod.

"Oh..." Kitty felt her blush at the thought of such a handsome man being so innocent.

Steve leaned against the wall, looking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. Assured that there was no danger, he ducked out of hiding and continued on in search of Schmitt. His ears pricked up at every sound and his eyes scanned the room for any movement.

"Captain America, what a surprise."

There he was standing on a platform not far above him. Taking his shield off his back, he flung it towards him. Whipping through the air, it hit it's mark, knocking him back onto the level Steve stood on.

"I see you haven't lost your touch, Captain."

"And you haven't given up on your little plan," Steve smirked.

Schmitt advanced on him and Steve prepared himself for hand to hand combat. The fist came down on his shield and Steve landed a hit on the Skull's jaw. Their fight moved around the deck.

Steve slammed Schmitt into the railing. "This ends now," Steve snapped. He grabbed him by the collar and was about to through him over the rail when a shot rang out.

Steve felt a bullet burry itself into his abs. A gasp left his chest as he felt Schmitt fall through his fingers. "So long, Captain America." Another shot rang out and the bullet entered Steve ribs.

He dropped to his knees. The pain was unbelievable; he had taken a bullet before but not like this. Not at close range. He could see Schmitt disappearing and the sound of the evacuation alarm sounding. The factory was going to blow at any minute. He needed to get out of here. Struggling to get himself up on to his feet, holding his side, ever movement towards the exit was a struggle racking his body with pain. His vision blurred from the smoke and the blood loss. All he could think about was getting out of here, getting back to Kitty. He didn't think about how he had let Schmitt get away. He just wanted to get back to base and see that pretty little blonde again. Pushing all his weight against the door, he managed to force it opened. He was met by cold air and the voices of his men.

"Steve... Steve..." It was Bucky's voice, but it sounded far away.

An announcement came over the speaker. All medical personal report to the tarmac, flight 776 is returning, expect wounded.

Peggy and Kitty looked at each other in both worry and excitement, "They're back..."

Peggy couldn't stop Kitty, she was up and gone before she could grab her wrist to restrain her. "Kitty, wait... You don't know what shape the men are in." Peggy caught up with Kitty and stopped her short of the outside door. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it together." Peggy kept her eyes on her, turning the handle slightly.

Pushing the door open, they both stepped out onto the tarmac. The team of men stepped out from the plane, well; the ones who weren't on stretchers did, anyways. Kitty's eyes zeroed in on Steve. He was supported by Bucky and Dum Dum, blood dripping from his side.

"Oh my god, he's been shot," she whispered.