Hi,
Welcome to the second part of the There You'll Be Series aka Life as We Know It. I will be posting this as a seperate story, but just posting these as chapters for now. Another story will be full of one shots but that's for another time.
This chapter takes place a few months after the battle, and Steve and Jacinta are good friends...Ginny's one shot will be soon...just focusing on these two at the moment...If I have made any mistakes, please let me know. This chapter is a bit all over but you'll get it...I think...
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I own nothing but the story...Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling and Marvel. Enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen
Jacinta's POV
Seven Months After Battle of New York
Today was a not a good day. Well, in terms of having a good day, I was doing okay, but in terms of memories, it wasn't. Today, it was Halloween, well the 31st of October and while the US was celebrating the holiday, I had memories plaguing my mind since I had woken up that morning. Thirty-one years since my parents had died. Died, sacrificed, diminished, all because a mad wizard wanted me to die. And because I was thinking about him, memories of the battle had filled my mind as I tried to concentrate on the task before me. But considering I was on a rollercoaster about to plunge into my death, all I could do was scream.
"WHY DID YOU TALK ME INTO THIS STEVEN GRANT ROGERS?!" I screamed as the coaster zoomed its way down the twisted metal track and up into the air. I screamed as the coast began to turn around and around, going upside down and I could feel my hair blowing around my face. It had come out of its ponytail, and so my midnight blue hair was everywhere. I had gotten used to the midnight blue, and the world recognised me because of the blue hair.
It had been seven months since the battle of New York. Since the battle, SHIELD had been helping the city rebuild, as well as Tony Stark, aka Ironman and close friend, who was using his money to rebuild the city. I contributed as well and it was nice to see that the city was getting back onto its feet. After all, it went through an alien invasion.
A lot had change since I was recruited into SHIELD and became Captain America's partner, the Sorceress. Immediately after leaving New York to do our road trip to Washington, Fury had called, giving us our first mission, a joint task force with the Ministry of Magic taking down rogue death eaters and power-hungry wizards that were currently residing in the US. While Ginny Weasley, fellow best friend and Avenger, helped Tasha and Barton take down war lords, drug traffickers and bad guys, Steve and I took down death eaters and bad wizards. Kingsley had come up with the idea, and Fury agreed. Tony then joined us, helping whenever he could.
Seven months ago, if you had told me that I was riding a rollercoaster at a theme-park in the US with Steve Rogers aka Captain America, and that he was one of my best friends, I would have not believed you and hexed you in annoyance. But alas, there I was, screaming at the top of my lungs as I plunged in circles on the coaster. As our initial road-trip was put on a hold, we had decided to do things whenever we had time off. Not that we had much, but it was nice. I was able to create portkeys, taking us anywhere in the country and over the world. Steve had gotten used to using portkeys, as we used them for whenever we go on missions.
We had a routine, after we had arrived in Washington and it was easy because we shared a two-bedroom apartment near the Triskelion, Washington's main SHIELD Base. I was grateful that I was staying in the same flat as Steve, as back then I had no clue just what my new job with SHIELD would be like. After receiving orders, and going on missions, we had got into a routine of sorts. Go on a mission, come home, go on a mini adventure and be back before another mission.
I had celebrated my thirty-second birthday with him, and with Tony, his girlfriend Pepper and Bruce. I didn't tell anybody about my birthday, but Ginny had called Steve to apologise that she wouldn't be there and Steve organised a party. It was a nice affair, and while I didn't have many of my friends with me, I was glad to have Steve, Tony, Pepper and Bruce.
Steve and I become best friends and also I had become good friends with Tony. I know most about Steve's former life in the 1940's and he knew most about my life. I had shown him a world of magic, and he was getting used to it. Tony loved the magic, but I had yet to reveal anything to both about my past life. But, we were currently on a break, and seeing that I had never been to Disneyland and neither had Steve, we had decided to go to Orlando, Florida and spend the week there before our next mission, which surprisingly was going to be in England. Tony had offered his two bedroom flat and after I had created a portkey, we left, ready for the next adventure.
After spending the day walking around the vast magical theme park, Steve had coaxed me into riding a rollercoaster that, in my mind, was massive. And I was regretting getting on this bloody ride. Steve, the little shit, used his charm on me, telling me that he never had the chance to ride a rollercoaster or even the Ferris Wheel because before he became the Captain, he was a weak little thing. Steve had told me about Bucky, his best friend and his first love, Peggy. I told him about bits and pieces about the people in my life, but I had yet to reveal to him about my first love.
And on this day, not only was I thinking about my parents, but I was also thinking an awful lot about him. Red hair, kind eyes and a trickster personality that would make Loki look like an amateur. As the ride came to a finish, my mind bombarded itself with images of my first love, and I sighed, trying to push the memories to the back of my mind. Not today…not now please…
"How can you be afraid of rollercoasters when you fly a broom?" Steve scoffed, looking to me. "I mean, your skill with that thing is pretty amazing and yet, a rollercoaster makes you panic?"
"Well, at least with the Firebolt, I am free and not restrained. Here, I am restrained, and cannot move. If the ride decides to crash or Merlin forbid, flies off, then I can't very well get out. Yes, I have a wand but it's currently inside my boot, which is below this bloody metal prison and it makes it difficult to retrieve the wand." I explained.
"Or you're just a big scaredy cat." Steve teased, smiling at me.
I scoffed. "Steve, I've faced giants, dragons and three headed dogs. A rollercoaster is nothing compared to that. I mean, they don't call me The Sorceress for nothing."
The ride came to a stop, banging and clashing as it stopped and I jumped. Steve chuckled as the metal restraints lifted off us.
"Oh yeah, Sorceress." He remarked, helping me out of the cart. I rolled my eyes at him and stomped my way to the exit, and he chuckled as he followed me. We reached the exit of the ride, and then suddenly found ourselves in the middle of a busy crowd outside of the line-up to the ride. Steve walked in front of me, grabbing my hand and leading us to a quiet area behind a souvenir shop. There was no one around, as it was near closing and only a few who wanted one last ride on any rollercoaster were in the park.
"You ready to go back to the apartment? It's getting kind of late. We could hire a car and go for a drive?" Steve suggested.
We had arrived to the park early in the morning, after I had apparated us inside the park. Steve scolded me for sneaking us into the park as we both had the money to pay but it was easier to get in that way. I promised him that I would make up for it by buying many gifts from the gift shop and sending them to Ron, who had become a father and had a daughter. Steve relented, and I proceeded to buy out the entire gift shop because there was so many cute things for my goddaughter, and for my other godchild, Teddy.
"Or, I could apparate us back to the apartment, and we could do what the muggles do…uh, order in? Is that the correct term?" I offered, knowing that we were both worn out. Well I was, not so sure about him as he was a supersoldier. "I know you don't like apparation but we could always do the driving tomorrow. I need to visit the magical community here for potion supplies. Apparently there is one in the city."
"Yeah, it's called ordering in…and that sounds nice. It's just…It's not that I don't like apparation…I don't like the feeling it gives me." Steve mumbled. I grabbed his hand, squeezing it and he sighed, nodding. I leaned down, pulling out my Holly and Phoenix Feather wand and looped my arm with Steve's. I only used the Elder Wand, which was packed away safely in my box, when I was on missions, but I was glad to have the Holly wand. I waved it over us and Steve groaned at the feeling of being pulled, before suddenly we were gone and the white pristine walls of Tony's apartment was in our view.
Steve leant over the kitchen island counter-top and I cringed as he took a few deep breaths to calm his stomach down. Although he was a supersoldier, he still had to get use to magic. Over the last few months, we had been teaching each other things. As I was adapted into the modern world and magical world, I taught him various things about technology and magic. He in return taught me about manners and what the world was like many years ago. I like history, not as much as Hermione did, but it was fascinating to hear about the 1940's. And it put a smile on Steve's face whenever he talked about his past life.
He stood up slowly and turned to me, nodding his head. "I'm okay…"
"Welcome back, Lady Potter and Captain. How was your trip to Disneyland? I trust it was exciting?" a voice spoke overhead and I smiled. As it was Tony's apartment, in which he stayed in when he visited Orlando, JARVIS was of course installed in the computer and security system in the house. The apartment was updated, with electronic windows and automatic doors, but it was also modest, which I suspected was Pepper's doing. The lounge room was small but airy, and the TV was installed on the wall near it. The kitchen and dining table went together, with a small kitchen island in the middle and three way cupboards and benches that went around it. The bathroom was in the middle of two bedrooms, one a black and white theme and the other was a blue ombre styled room, and the bathroom consisted of a bathtub, with an open shower and a toilet. It was a nice apartment, even though we were only staying there for a week.
"It was a lovely trip JARVIS. I've always wanted to know what the fuss was about and now I do. Is it possible to order in dinner?" I asked the A.I.
"Yes. What do you prefer? If you like, I can order various options and have it delivered here for you. There is a pizza place just three blocks from the apartment, as well as a Chinese delivery. Would you like me to order from both?" Jarvis suggested.
"That would be lovely as I really cannot make up my mind. Thank you Jarvis." I agreed.
"I'll get onto it right away Madam." Jarvis confirmed.
Steve nodded and walked to the fridge, pulling out two beers. The apartment was already stocked with drinks and food, so that was a bonus. I accepted the beer, not telling him that I don't drink beer. I took a sip, the bitter taste causing me to frown and he chuckled lightly, taking a sip from his. We sat down at the wooden table and I took another sip.
"So tell me, what's up with you?" He asked, causing me to choke a little on the beer.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." I coughed, putting a hand to my mouth.
"Jace, you've been occupied all day. You apparated us in public, despite the fact that the world now knows who were are and you nearly brought out the entire store and then gave gifts away. And I keep seeing you frown, like you're trying to push something deep in your mind. So, what's going on?" He asked again.
I sighed. "Today was a good day…but it's not a good day."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"My parents died today, thirty one years ago. I know that Halloween is supposed to be this national holiday here in the US but to me, it's a reminder that my parents died to protect me from a mad wizard. And then that reminds me of the Hogwarts battle…and I keep having memories." I elaborated, taking another sip of the beer.
He sighed. "I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologise. It wasn't your fault." I mumbled.
"It wasn't yours either." He spoke, his hand touching mine. I looked at him. "In times of war, shit, forgive my language, happens. Whether it's taking down Hydra or a mad wizard, stuff is going to happen that we have no control over. It wasn't your fault that people died and it was not your fault that your parents died either. It was his, the mad wizard and to avenge your parents, you defeated him, making sure he would never kill again. I know…trust me, I know what it feels like to blame yourself over the actions of a mad man. If I could go back, and change the events, I would. Bucky might still be alive; I might have survived but we can't change it. You did the best you could, given the circumstance you were in."
I nodded. "I know...Hermione tells me that all the time. I wish she was here, but alas she's in Asgard. I wonder what she's doing. I hope she's okay."
"I'm sure Thor will look after her and I'm sure Romanoff and Barton are looking after Ginny." Steve assured me.
"Thanks…" I said. I suddenly got an idea. "Steve, if you had the opportunity to relive a memory, from your time, what memory would it be? You know, a memory that had your friends, Bucky and Peggy, all in the same memory?"
Steve had been telling me his war stories about his time with the Howling Commandos. It was interesting to hear him help a group of misfits that helped bring down HYDRA, an organisation that was responsible for destruction, and infiltrate the HYDRA bases. He told me funny and sometimes sad stories, especially when his best friend Bucky Barnes was killed during a raid. Steve told me about the train incident, and my heart broke for him. I knew the feeling of losing friends.
"Ah…that's a tough one. I guess, when I recruited them. We had opened up a tab, and I asked them to join me in taking down Hydra." Steve murmured.
"Close your eyes, and think of that memory." I instructed. He frowned but close his eyes, a smile forming on his face. I retrieved my wand, pressing the tip to his forehead. He quickly opened his eyes, confused. "It's alright, I'm just extracting the memory. It won't hurt a bit. Close your eyes again."
He did and I pressed the tip gently, watching as a silver orb emerged from his brain. Reaching into my bag, which I still had strapped to me, I reached around until I found the object I was looking for. I grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out, watching it as it grew in size. Steve had opened his eyes and was watching me intensely.
"What is that?"
I got up, waving my wand over the pensieve, so that the memory went into it. "It's called pensieve. It allows us to relive the memories and remember the past. Most of my memories in this, and now I've added yours. So come on, up you get."
He got up, walking over to me. The pensieve was in the middle of the lounge room, and hovering just about our waists.
"All you have to do, is put your head in. Don't worry about getting tired or fatigued, as time passes very slowly out here. So if the memory goes for hours, only like few seconds passes here." I explained.
"How? How is that possible?" Steve asked.
"Magic Mr Rogers, can do wonders." I simply said. "Now, just put your head in. Oh, and uh, watch your landing. The ride to the memory is bumpy. And stay close to your past self. Things can sort of go wrong if you're not near your past self."
He nodded, but then frowned, tilting his head sideways. He then shook his head and step forwards, looking sceptical but calm and he grasped a hold of the pensieve and placing his head in it. I followed suit, placing my head into the water and sighed as I fell through the memory. Steve was next to me, and so I grabbed his hand. We landed with a thump, sitting on chairs in what looked like a bar. The scenery around me was full of soldiers, bar patrons and 1940's furniture. Steve gasped, seeing his surroundings and then gasped again when he saw a younger version of himself, sitting at a table in front of us, surrounded by men.
"Is that me?" He asked. I looked to the group, and saw that Steve was in his army uniform, surrounded by what I could only guess was the Howling Commandos.
"Yes…Now, just be calm and watch the memory." I stated, squeezing his hand. He looked to me, nodding and back to the scene. The group seemed to be boasting, drinking and talking loudly but it was all in good spirits.
A man, wearing a stripped jumper and a moustache spoke. "So, let me get this straight-"
A black man that was sitting next to him interrupted. "We barely got out of there alive and now you want us to go back?"
Memory Steve tilted his head. "Pretty much…"
"It's all rather fun, actually…" A man with a British accent spoke.
The man next to him nodded. "Well, I'm in…"
Another man started speaking in a language I did not know and I turned to Steve. "French. The man with the moustache is Dugan, Gabe is the man next to him, and that man speaking French is Jacques. The man with the British accent is Falsworth and that's Jim next to him."
"Your Howling Commandos." I said, and he nodded, sadly, and I squeezed his hand again. We were sitting at a table pretty much like the table the group was sitting and we continued to watch. Gabe was speaking in French to Jacques, and nodded his head, looking to Memory Steve.
"We're in…" Gabe spoke.
Dugan sighed. "Hell I'll always fight…But you got to do one thing for me."
"What's that?" Memory Steve asked.
Dugan finished his drink. "Open a tab and join us for a drink!"
The group chuckled as Memory Steve smiled. "Now that I can do."
Memory Steve got up and so did Steve, taking me with him. He held onto my hand as we followed Memory Steve, watching him walk through the crowd at the bar, place empty beer glasses onto the bar bench and then walk through into another room, walking to a man sitting at the bar.
"Bucky…" Steve whispered. I looked to the man, who laughed as Memory Steve came into his sights. The man, wearing an army coat and nursing a beer, looked to Memory Steve. The man had blue eyes, brown hair and a chiselled jaw. He was handsome, and my heart went out to Steve, who I knew must be feeling down seeing his best friend.
"See, I told you…They're all idiots." Bucky spoke, taking a sip of his drink.
"And what about you?" Memory Steve chuckled as he down next to him, turning to his friend. We stood on the other side of Bucky, and Steve sighed sadly at the sight of him. "Ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?"
Bucky shook his head. "Hell no…That little guy from Brooklyn that was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I'm following him."
I smiled, watching as the two best friends drank together. Steve looked to me, mouthing his thanks at seeing his best friend again and I shrugged.
"But you're keeping the outfit, right?" Bucky gestured to a poster behind them. I giggled at the sight of Steve dressed in an old Captain America outfit and Steve sighed.
"You know what? It's kind of growing on me." Memory Steve remarked. The sound of singing loudly caused us to turn around, and I saw the group boasting loudly. Suddenly they stopped, and I frowned but soon got my answer as a woman dressed in a red dress walked toward us. Steve gasped at the sight of her and I knew that this was Peggy Carter, Steve's first love.
"Peggy…" He murmured, watching her walk past us as she reached Memory Steve and Bucky. She walked straight past Bucky, reaching Memory Steve.
"Captain…" She spoke. I was surprised that she had a British accent, as Steve had never mention that she was British.
"Agent Carter…" Memory Steve acknowledged.
"Ma'am…" Bucky piped in, but was ignored as Peggy walked past him. I giggled at the look on his face and Steve smiled.
"Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning would suffice?" She said.
"Sounds good…" Memory Steve agreed. There was a moment of silence, and Peggy looked at the boys drinking in good cheer. Steve had a look on his face and I knew that he missed them all.
"I see your top squad is prepping for duty." She remarked, her attention on Memory Steve.
"You don't like music?" Bucky asked her, but her attention was still on Memory Steve.
"I do, actually. I might even, when this is all over, go dancing." She murmured, still looking at Memory Steve. I could see that Bucky was trying to get her attention but it wasn't easy. Memory Steve and Peggy stood looking at each other, if there was no one else in the room. I looped my arm with Steve's, watching as he looked on sadly.
"Perhaps this wasn't the best idea." I mumbled.
Steve shook his head. "No, thank you for showing me this. You reminded me that I had a good life back then, and now I have to start new. It's going to take time but at least I have friends like you."
I beamed and then turned back to the conversation. "Poor Bucky…he's trying to flirt with her and yet her attention is all on you."
Steve laughed as he watched his former best friend frown at being ignored.
"So, what are we waiting for?" Bucky wondered aloud.
"The right partner…0800 Captain." She ordered, and with that she left, walking out of the room and to the door, where she started to put her coat back on.
"Yes Ma'am, I'll be there." Memory Steve confirmed but she was already gone.
I saw Bucky frown and giggled to myself.
"I'm invisible…" He muttered. "I'm turning into you. It's like a horrible dream."
Memory Steve chuckled as he patted Bucky on the shoulder. "Don't take it so hard. Maybe she's got a friend."
Steve and I watched as Bucky laughed sarcastically and I laughed as Steve chuckled at the sight of his best friend. I sighed, seeing that Peggy had left and my heart jumped a little, remembering my first love. Memories then plagued my mind and I closed my eyes, trying to block them out. All of the sudden, the memory changed and Steve tensed up. Because I was too busy thinking, I didn't notice.
"Jace, open your eyes. What's happening?" He asked, the change of tone his voice causing me to open up my eyes. The scene had changed, going from the 1940's bar to pitch black, before suddenly the scene changed to a very familiar street.
"Jace…" Steve murmured. I let go of him, walking towards a very familiar house. On the darken street, it was one of the few houses that were still lit up. Ignoring Steve's protests, I open the front gate of the house, walking along the leafy pathway until I reached the front door. I knew that people wouldn't be able to see me, so I walked through the door, hearing Steve gasped and I heard him walk inside the house.
I walked through the hallways, to what looked like a lounge room, and I gasped at the sight of a man reading a newspaper on a recliner. The man had shaggy hair, oval glasses and was of a slim but stocky build. The man peered over his newspaper and I took a deep breath, watching him. Steve stood next to me.
"Jace, he looks…"
Steve was interrupted by the sound of a baby gurgling, and I looked upwards. Turning around, I walked to the staircase, taking it one step at a time until I reached the top of the stairs. There was a light that came from down the end of the hallway and I walked down it, heading towards the room where the light was coming from. Steve was behind me, and he gasped at something. On the walls, was a moving picture, and I could see the people in them. The familiar red hair, the green eyes and bright smile of the woman in the photo that Steve had gasped at. The woman was holding a baby, pointing to the camera to get the baby to smile at it. The baby wasn't having any of it, crying as the mother soothed it.
"I recognise those eyes anywhere…" Steve murmured. The sound of a baby's laughter snapped our heads to the room and I started slowly walking to the room. My heart then lurched, beating faster as we came upon a young woman, dancing and singing to a baby in a cot.
The woman had red hair, wearing jeans and a green sweater. The room was decorated in red and gold, the colours of Gryffindor and my heart broke at the sight of it. The woman was dancing and singing a song. I recognised it immediately, as I sang it to myself often, not knowing why.
"Hey Jacy, don't make it bad…take a sad song, and make it better. Remember, to let him into your heart. Then you can start to make it better…" The woman sang. She then turned around and I gasped at the sight of her.
"Jace, is that-"
"My mother…"
Lily Potter continued to sing the song, 'Hey Jude', replacing the name Jude with Jacey…Me…
"Hey Jacy, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get him. The minute you let him under your skin, then you'll begin to make it better." Lily kept singing. She then picked up the baby and I could feel silent tears begin to fall. The Memory Jacinta was gurgling happily away, looking up at her mother and they began to dance as Lily kept singing the song.
"Nah nah, nah-nah-nah nah nah, nah-nah-nah nah nah, Hey Jacy. Nah nah, nah-nah-nah nah nah, nah-nah-nah nah nah, Hey Jacy…" She sang and I mumbled the words with her. I could feel Steve grab my hand and he squeezed it. All of the sudden, there was shouting coming from downstairs and I began to panic.
"No….no…." I muttered.
"Lily, he's here! Leave this place! Take Jacinta and run!" I heard my father, James Potter shout.
Suddenly, a snake like voice filled the air and I began to sob, knowing full well who it was.
"AVADA KADAVRA!" The voice yelled and the sound of a body dropped, and I cried out, dropping to my knees. Steve yelled out in shock.
"Jace, talk to me. Tell me what to do. Do you want me to pull us out? How can I pull us out? Jace, what can I do?" Steve exclaimed, dropping to the floor and trying to calm me but I knew that it would be no use. I had to stay until the memory was over. That was how the pensieve worked.
"No, we have to stay. The pensieve wanted me to see this, to remember this. I don't know why, I just know that I have to stay and watch this." I mumbled, trying to breathe but it was hard as I knew exactly what was about to happen.
"There must be something we can do. Can we stop it from happening?" Steve pleaded, wanting to help.
"No, we can't…we have to watch it happen. It had already happened. They're already dead Steve…" I whispered.
"Jace, what is about to happen?" Steve asked.
I watched as my mother slammed the door shut, locking it and then placing a baby Jacinta into the crib. She leant down, her hands on the bar, whispering softly to Baby Jacinta.
"Mama loves you…Dada loves you…you are loved, baby girl. Hey Jacy…Be safe, my darling girl…Be strong…" She soothed to Baby Jacinta. Steve had then wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we continued to watch, crouched on the floor.
The door suddenly blew off its hinges, and a black figure dressed in walked into the room. Lily stood up, facing the figure. Voldemort, in his full glory, his wand raised.
"Please, if you have mercy, take me instead!" Lily begged to him.
"Stand aside, you silly girl. You need not to die, just the child." Voldemort hissed.
"No, you will not take her!" Lily snarled at him.
He cackled, his laugh so cold in sent chills down my spine before suddenly, he raised his wand, pointing it at my mother.
"AVADA KADAVRA!" He yelled, the room lighting up green and a piercing scream filled the air as the spell hit my mother.
"No!" I screamed, trying to reach out for her, but Steve held me tight. I sobbed as I watched my mother fall, her dead body in front of us. I focused purely on her, as Voldemort stepped over her dead body, pointing his wand at baby Jacinta.
"He just…. killed…without mercy." Steve whispered. "And no he's going to kill you… I mean, I know you're alive but…"
"That was who he was. He didn't have one merciful bone in his body. He was cold and cruel. That's why I was the one tasked to kill him. Not just because of some prophecy, but because everything he did, was to bring me down." I remarked.
We then watched as Voldemort attempted to do the killing spell on my baby self, only to have the spell back fire, as it rebounded of my baby self, hitting him and causing him to crash into a wall. The room then filled itself with a bright light, and I closed my eyes, and soon I felt myself being pulled out of the memory.
I opened my eyes, frowning as we were now on the floor of Tony's apartment, and the pensieve was still hovering above us. It must have returned us in the same position that we were in while witnessing the memory. I then began to sob harder, the tears falling from my face and I felt Steve move around so that he was holding me and that I could cry into his shirt. He was wearing jeans, a plain navy blue plaid shirt and his leather jacket. I was wearing a long stripped black and white skirt, with a white singlet blouse and sandals. After what it seemed like hours, my tears had stopped, dried out and I sighed, feeling numb. I then felt Steve lift me slowly to my feet, placing me on the couch. He then leant down in front of me, taking my hands into his.
"Jacinta, it wasn't your fault." My eyes turned to his, frowning at his statement. "Let me explain. You didn't kill your parents, as you were only a child. Your parents' death was the work of a mad wizard, and you shouldn't have to blame yourself for his actions. I saw the video, I read the file on you and you were just doing what you thought was best. You defeated him. Maybe you needed to see the memory because it was showing you that it wasn't your fault. Or something else, I don't know. Magic is not my strong suit. It's yours."
I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, for being in there with me. I don't think I would have gone through that if you were there."
"Anytime doll." Steve said and I rolled my eyes at his use of the word doll, causing him to chuckle.
"Captain, Ma'am, the food that I have ordered for you has arrived. Would you like me to send it in? I also see that you are distressed. Shall I call for a doctor? Or perhaps Sir? He is in Miami, so he could be here within the hour." Jarvis suddenly announced, causing us to jump.
"That's alright Jarvis. We just been through one heck of a ride. And yes, send in the food. No need for a doctor." Steve ordered, releasing one of his hands and running it through his hair.
"Right away Captain."
Steve looked to me. "Shall we eat?"
I nodded, smiling at his kindness. It was nice to have Steve as a friend and especially on this day, he was my saving grace.
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Third Person POV
Steve closed the door on Jacinta's room, gently, as he didn't want to wake her up. She had fallen asleep on the couch after a dinner of Chinese food and pizza. It had been a big day for both of them, especially Jacinta, as she had to relive the horror of her parents' death, considering what the day was. Steve couldn't imagine living the life she lived. He thought his problems were bad, Jacinta's was worse. But if he was honest, finding out more about his friend made him like her more. To him, Jacinta was a mystery, a compelling one and the more he found out about her, the more he liked her.
His heart still longed for Peggy, but day by day, since they had met all those months ago, Jacinta was slowly making a place into his heart and while he was scared as to what it meant, he knew that Jacinta would be in his life forever. But the memory of her parents' death had left her spirits a little shattered. And Steve wanted to help her. But he wasn't of magic, and so he couldn't really do a really cool magic trick and impress her.
As he walked to his bedroom, an idea popped into his head. He sat down on his king sized bed, and looked to the ceiling.
"Jarvis, are you there?" He asked. While he was slowly getting used to both magic and technology, it was still surprising that you could talk to a computer.
"Captain, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yeah, uh…Ginny, I know she's with Romanoff, but I was wondering if there was some way to contact her, without anybody knowing. Jace kind of had a rough day and I think she needs family." Steve stated.
"Of course Captain. Shall I direct her to her mobile phone? She was given one by Sir a few weeks ago. I can direct a call to the bedside phone, if you like."
Steve nodded. "Yes, that would be perfect."
"I get onto to it now, Captain."
There was silence, before suddenly the phone by his bedside gave out a shrill ring and Steve jumped, before heading over to it and picking it up. The phone was ringing, before a tired and British voice answered.
"Okay, whoever decided to call me at this hour of the night better bloody have a good reason."
He smiled at the voice of Ginny. "Ginny, it's Steve…"
"Captain? What on Merlin are you calling me for?"
He frowned but shook his head. "It's about Jacinta…"
"Is she alright? Has she been hurt –"
"Ginny, she's fine…we kind of relived the memory of her parents' death through this thing called the pensieve? She was trying to boost my spirits by reliving one of my memories but then somehow it turned into her memory. And it wasn't good…"
"Oh, crap…I totally forgot about today. How is she?"
"She's asleep but I was wondering if you could do something for me."
"Uh…sure…what can I do?"
"Well, you have a way to contact your mother right?"
Ooo...I wonder what Steve has planned. And Jacinta's first love will be revealed soon too, but I think most people will guess who it is. Comment if you think you know who it is. I am bringing the romance between Steve and Jace up a little, so that they are kinda together in the first few chapters of the Thor story...and Ginny meets Sam sooner too...keep an eye for appearances in the future.
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