*So, alas, this is the end my friends. The final chapter, the last time Steve and Marty will ever see the 40's, their friends, their families. It's over. All I wanna say right now is how truly enjoyable and fun writing this story was and I just hope you had just as much fun reading it. I dunno, I know this is kinda stupid, I know there is gonna be like two more sequels but there is gonna be a special place in my heart for Steve and Marty in the 40's. It's like I'm leaving this whole world behind, but that's the point, right? Thank you guys so much for ALL your reviews. They made me smile and laugh and I just absolutely jump with joy when I read that my story made you feel something, 'cause that's pretty freakin' awesome. So thank you for giving me something to write for. Also, I think I learned a lot writing this story. I think I grew as a writer a lot, and I think I've obtained a lot of skills that I hope to use while writing the sequel. I've been plotting like mad for that by the way, haha.

I guess I should let you guys know that the first chapter of the sequel won't be posted until I've finished plotting it completely. Which shouldn't take too long, but I want it to be really good for you guys. So if it takes me a while to get the first chapter up, just bare with me. I'm trying to come up with a good, manageable updating schedule, also. So, don't forget about me in the time we're apart. I certainly won't forget about you. But if you guys wanna go ahead and follow my twitter ( noor_dearie) I'll probably give little updates up there about where I'm at with the sequel.

I love you and thank you for dealing with my crappy updating skills and for sticking with my story. 'Till next time...:)* -Noor xx

Marty

Schmidt shoved me forcefully into the plane, making me trip on the last stair and stumble clumsily into the plane. Once we were both in, the stairs folded up automatically and the door shut loudly. I don't know much about planes, but it seemed as though we were in what people call the cargo. The lowest level, you know the place where they keep storage and such.

"Quite fascinating, I know. To such a simple mind like yours, this degree of technological advancement is probably hard to take in," Schmidt began, just the sound of his voice was enough for me to clench my fist.

"Yeah, pretty neat," I said in a disinterested, half sarcastically half truthfully. It was pretty dark where we were, but there was just enough light emitting from a level above us for me to see where Schmidt was dragging me. We were walking on a metal pathway, there were railings, and a staircase that led up to other levels, god knows how many that was exactly.

He stopped me abruptly in the middle of the pathway and finally released my arm, letting it breath again, but just when I thought he was going to set me free he reached into one of the pockets on his long, leather coat and pulled out handcuffs. "Now, girl," Schmidt said, with a smirk on his face, taking my wrist in his hand, "Your services are not needed at this time, so you can just stay here." He then took one of the handcuffs and locked it as tight as it would go around my wrist. Then, he took the second handcuff and secured it on to the railing.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said, confused, looking down at my trapped wrist as Schmidt headed for the staircase. "I thought you needed me." I called out at him.

"I do, but the plane hasn't even taken off yet. Wouldn't want you to make a break for it now would I?" He reached the top of the staircase and to his right was a button. He took his finger and pushed it. Suddenly, a whole row of bright, white lights switched on; my heart dropped. "Enjoy your flight, soldier!" Then Schmidt was gone, and I was left alone with the most terrifying sight of the war before my eyes.

The 'cargo' was a lot larger than I thought. In fact, it was so large that it could fit missiles. I know this because in front of me was a whole row of missiles, lined up beside each other, each the size of a small plane and each baring a name in big white letters. I read off the names; Virginia, New Jersey, Maine, Rhode Island, New York. I gasped as the realization dawned on me. Those were all names of states. Schmidt had bombs ready to blow for the whole East Coast!

"Shit!' I muttered under my breath, violently shaking my hand to try to get myself free. I was supposed to be a Super Soldier now. I flung a two-hundred pound man into a wall not too long ago and now I couldn't even get free of a couple of handcuffs?! This was bullshit! There was no way I was going to let this happen. I turned to the handcuffs, determinately, and tightly took hold of the chain in my free hand. Then, with all the strength I could muster, I pulled. "Come on…" I said, clenching down hard on my teeth. I placed my foot on the railing to get a better hold and continued to tug as hard as I could. I felt the slightly familiar force of my serum strength coming into play. "Come on…!" Then suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of the chain break off and I stumbled backwards into the opposite railing. "Yes…" I breathed, looking over at the abandoned handcuff that lay swinging on the railing, then down at my freed wrist. The handcuff was still locked tightly around my wrist, digging into my bones, but at least I could move around now.

Okay, now I had to find Steve, if he was even here at all… I started down the path again, making my way over to the staircase, but then I caught a glimpse of something from the corner of my eye; the colors red, white, and blue. I shot my gaze in the direction of the colors and miraculously enough, there it was; my bandana. It lay beside the 'New York' missile, hidden carefully enough so any other person wouldn't be able to see it, but not me. I turned from the staircase and rushed over to the bandana, taking the familiar fabric in my hand. It was tattered and torn, and still bared my blood stains from the last battle. I lost this thing back in Italy when HYDRA first invaded the base. I was captured by Zola when it fell off my arm. Steve must've found it afterwards. Wait a second, did that mean Steve was on the plane. There was no other explanation. He probably left it here to let me know he had made it. Plus, it was beside the 'New York', missile, I mean what are the odds?

With that information giving me little relief, I took the bandana and tied it around my arm, just where it should be. Then I turned around and began to head back to the staircase. I had my foot on the final step when suddenly the plane began to rumble loudly and violently beneath my feet. I froze in place, stunned by what was happening. The plane was probably getting ready to take off. I didn't have much time. Without wasting another second I climbed the final step and hurried off into the upper level of the plane.

Above the cargo was yet another pathway, but this time there was no missiles. Instead there were a couple of doors, both with signs above them, reading something in German. Gosh, I enlisted for this army knowing I was going to fight Nazis, I really should've learned to speak German. Steve had to be in one of these doors, but if I took the wrong one I could easily bump into Schmidt, and that wouldn't be too pretty. I felt like I was in a game show for a second. Two doors before me, each concealing something. One had a million bucks behind it and the other had a fruit cake or something. The plane's continuous rumbling kept reminding me that I needed to get a move on. So, I made a small prayer under my breath that I'd find Steve, and opened the door to my left.

Immediately I knew I had picked the fruit cake.

Zola stood in the center of the room, two guards by his side. "Seize her!" he said instantaneously. The two guards came towards me, but I wasn't going to let them get me. I was done listening to Schmidt. I felt my serum strength rush back to me, much more easily than the first two times, and attacked the first guard. Punching him square in the face, then kicking him in the chest, knocking him out of breath and knocking on to the floor. The second one looked taken aback by my strength. He hesitated to approach me for a split-second, but that was all the time I needed to sink my fist into his stomach and snap his neck. The guards were down.

"You're next," I said to Zola, feeling confident.

"Schmidt v-varned me you vould try to escape…" Zola said, fear obvious in his shaky tone. He backed up into the wall as I stepped closer towards him.

"Well, he knows me pretty good I guess, considering the amount of times I've gotten away from him." I said, so much more than ready to beat this pint-size to the ground.

"Luckily, I vas prepared also." Zola said, then out of nowhere he pulled out a syringe. A long needle, the point gleaming in the artificial lightning. My eyes widened.

"What is that?" I asked, stepping back slightly.

"It was made to put to you to bed until Schmidt needed you…" Zola said, now being the one to step closer to me.

I took a good look into his face. He looked angry, he looked terrified. The little hair on his head was messy and frizzy as if he had pulled it apart earlier, and his round glasses were lopsided on his small face. Something was telling me that this guy wasn't very HYDRA. He was just a scientist, who got a hell of a lot more than he bargained for. "You don't have to do this, Zola," I said, calmly.

He chuckled maniacally under his breath, raising the syringe to my level. "Don't I zo…?"

"No," I said, clearly and firmly.

"But I do, you see, American. Because if I don't Schmidt will have my head!" He said, his voice rising, "He'll kill me! If I let you escape he'll…he'll dispose of me!"

I could feel the plane begin to move fast along the runway, the speed rapidly increasing, much like my heart rate. It was just about ready to take off. "Zola, you don't have to answer to him!" I retorted.

"I do you stupid girl! I signed up for zis! Zis is all my fault! I vas za one who managed to stabilize ze Tesseract's energy, convert it into a weapon of mass destruction. I vas za one who began to re-make ze Super Soldier serum. It vas me! He said, inching towards me just as I felt the plane tip off the floor.

"Well then if you had the power to start the whole thing then you have the power to stop it!" I said, trying my hardest to convince him.

"Zat power has been stripped avay from me unfortunately…it is Schmidt's now! I am Schmidt's now!" He was close enough to get me, and I was running out of space to escape, my back was to the wall, "and now you're Schmidt's too!"

He struck.

"ZOLA NO!" I tried to knock the syringe from his grasp, but Zola was in a state of insanity and was almost unreachable in anyway, physically and mentally. Suddenly the needle had found its way past the fragile skin of my neck and Zola was slowly pushing down on the top of the syringe, injecting me with the sleeping drug. I fell to my knees, feeling the room spin, feeling my heart rate slow to a dangerous rate. He pulled the needle out of my skin and right before my head hit the floor and everything went black, I saw Zola, with blurry vision, take a small walkie-talkie out of his coat pocket and with a fulfilled look he said…

"Schmidt…she's out."

It was all a trap…

Steve

"I must say Captain, I'm surprised you managed to sneak on my plane." Schmidt said, staring me down with his hands behind his back.

I clenched the shield tighter in my grasp, ignoring the taste of blood in my mouth and said, "To be honest, so did I, but with you busy trying to get your captive out her cell and all, I had enough time to slip past you…again." I said, standing my ground in the control room. It was the main area where the plane was controlled. It was driven here, there were buttons for anything imaginable on the control board at the steering wheel, and it was the place where the missiles that I saw down at the cargo were fired. Schmidt stood beside the control board, and lying next to him was a familiar metal contraption, illuminating the immediate area with a bright blue light. In that contraption was Schmidt's secret weapon; The Tesseract.

"Right, about my captive, turns out she wasn't such a successful experiment after all." He said, grinning from ear to ear.

I stepped closer to him, not liking where this was going at all, "What do you mean?" I said, sternly, the worst case scenarios racing through my head all at once. "What did you do to her?"

"It's unfortunate, I was certain the serum had worked but it backfired. The girl is dead, Captain, but that is science I'm afraid…" Schmidt said, with a simple, little shrug. I felt my blood burn from underneath my skin. He was messing with me, to throw me off, distract me. There was no way Marty was dead. He kept her alive, he should've brought her on the plane, I left her the bandana as a clue…

"You're lying," I said, confidently.

"I may be your enemy, Captain, but I can assure you I am a man of my word. Your girlfriend is dead. It's fact."

"No!" I said, not daring to believe it. I flung my shield across the room and at Schmidt's head. Any other guy would've been knocked out clean by that shot, but Schmidt wasn't any other guy. He had extraordinary strength, reflexes more quick and on point than most, and knew how to use it. Schmidt merely stumbled back. My shield boomeranged back into my hand. I was getting really 'pissed' now, as Marty would put it. She wasn't dead, she wasn't dead…

"The truth can hurt sometimes, Captain. But there are worse pains than truth. There's the kind that really stings!" and with that Schmidt charged towards me, getting a fist right into my jaw. The fight was on.

Fists were going back and forth, blood. My shield, was proving to be quite useless at this time. The fight was so close on contact that I didn't really get a chance to block his attacks the way I could have. I just kept telling myself over and over again in my head that Marty wasn't dead, that she wasn't gone. She is too strong for that, too tough. She's tougher that any girls I've ever met…which isn't a lot, but still. That girl who had the guts to enlist in the army, take another man's name and put her life on the line to serve her country, to prove herself. That girl wasn't dead. That girl had a date to Coney Island, and she wouldn't miss it.

Finally, after Schmidt couldn't take another blow to the gut he backed away and made a break for it. He rushed over to the Tesseract and with his bare hands pulled it out the contraption. "Schmidt!" I said, taking my shield back in my hand.

"THIS IS THE END FOR YOU, CAPTAIN!" Schmidt yelled crazily, but he was wrong. It was the end for him. Suddenly, the Tessseract began to emit a great amount of light and energy. Schmidt began to screech. There was smoke rising from where his hand made contact with the cube. Then, all happening way too quickly, Schmidt literally began to disintegrate before my eyes. He vanished away little by little, his body turning into some bright sort of particles that vanished into the air. I watched in awe as my enemy vanished before me. Then there was nothing left of Johann Schmidt and the Tesseract simply dropped, burned through the floor of the plane, and fell to the Earth and out of sight.

All of the sudden, there was utter silence. Nothing, but the sound of the wind blowing through the hole the Tesseract had made could be heard. I just stood there in shock. Was it really over, just like that…? Then I remembered the missiles and that they were set to fall over all of the East Coast in a matter of hours. I rushed over to the driving seat of the plane and looked out of the large window. The sun was rising in the clouds, giving a soft pink tint. It was kind of beautiful, not the kind of beautiful that you see at club, asking you to dance in a bright red dress, but the Marty kind of beautiful. I sat there in the seat, taking in the grief. Marty was dead…her secret was out…Bucky was going to live without a sister for the rest of his life, and now he would have to live without his best friend too. Because I realized, as I looked down at the control board that the plane wasn't too far from the coast, and that I had no idea how to stop the missiles from dropping.

Then suddenly I heard the static sound of a radio call, and Peggy's voice came out of nowhere. "Captain Rogers do you copy? Captain Rogers?" I looked around confusedly at the control boards and spotted a red button and a speaker. I clicked the red button and spoke.

"I copy?" I said.

"Steve is everything alright, what happened?" She asked hastily, her voice worried.

"Schmidt's dead, and the Tesseract is gone. Peggy, there are missiles on this plane and each of them is headed for a state on the east coast."

"What?!" She asked, shocked. "Wait, Steve I'm going to get Stark on the line, he can find you a good landing spot, he can get you safe."

"Peggy…there's no way I'm gonna make it in time. I have to put the plane down now." I said, making up my mind. The plane was over water now, if I put it down in the water now I could save a lot of people, I could end this war, and that's the whole reason I came here in the first place, right?

"Steve…no, no there are other ways," her voice was cracking. She was crying.

"Peggy, listen to me," I said, feeling tears form in my eyes as I took hold on the steering gear, pointing it downwards. I heard sobbing over the radio. "Peggy?"

"Y-yes?" She said, softly.

"Marty's dead," I said, admitting it out loud. She didn't respond. "I know you can't get her body…" the plane was heading downwards now, gaining speed. I was heading for the water. "But Peggy please make sure she gets a good tribute. Marty was brave and strong. She was more than just any woman,. She was the greatest person I ever met, and the world deserves to know the real story. Please…?" I had about thirty seconds to the collision. This was the end.

"S-Steve?"

"Yes, Peggy?"

"…I'll make sure of it."

And with my heart at ease I let the tears roll down my cheeks as the plane left the Marty-beautiful sky above and made contact with the cold, freezing water.