The train doors slammed shut. Steve spun around within a split second, hand slamming up against it. Bucky had done the same, but he became occupied while fighting a HYDRA goon that he had on his side.

Steve turned around and noticed that there was one on his side as well, except they had a large cannon attached to their arms.

He ran and quickly took the HYDRA goon down. Unfortunately, they didn't stay down for long, and Steve was blown back. Feet finally steadying, Steve got back up and eventually managed to aim the cannon toward the door, knocking it down with a single blast.

Running over and hiding on the other side of Bucky's door, Steve noticed his friend had run out of ammo and was inevitably preparing himself for death.

He slammed his fist onto the button to open it, tossing in a pistol. Raising his shield, Steve rushed in, knocking a crate forward and allowing Bucky to get a clear aim of the HYDRA goon and shoot.

"I had him on the ropes.." Bucky said.

Steve huffed out a breath. "I know you did."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed, faintly, the HYDRA goon making its way through the open door.

"Watch out!" Steve spun around and placed the shield in front of him and his friend. When the blast hit, Steve was thrown against the wall and his shield clattered to the ground.

Bucky, noticing the danger his friend was in; stood up, took the shield, and fired his gun repeatedly toward the goon.

The cannon went off once again. Bucky dropped the shield and was thrown outside of the train.

Steve jumped to his feet, grabbed the shield, threw it and knocked the HYDRA goon off his feet, and ran to the edge, peering out and noticing his friend hanging off of a broken railing. It was soon to come loose.

"Bucky!" He threw his mask off, climbing over the side of the train and stretching his arm out. Bucky made his way toward him, too, a look of slight panic across his face.

"Grab my hand!" Steve shouted.

He stretched, and thought, terribly, that Bucky wasn't going to make it.

"No!"

The rail came loose, and Bucky lunged forward, his fingers wrapping tightly around Steve's arm, his eyes flying wide.

Steve swallowed heavily from having almost lost Bucky. With a rush of adrenaline, he threw Bucky back into the train car. He stepped in as well, feeling the tears staining his face.

Gasping, Bucky struggled to his feet, finding himself trembling as well.

Steve rushed over and enveloped him in a tight hug, afraid that if he let go, Bucky would disappear, and him having survived would have simply been a hallucination of what he wanted to happen.

Bucky, quite quickly, embraced his friend in return.

"Oh god.." Steve breathed. "I thought-" He swallowed. "I thought you were actually gonna-"

Bucky quickly pulled back and placed both of his hands on his friend's shoulders though he, too, was trembling. "I'm okay, Steve...Bit shaken, but I'm okay. 'course I'm sure we both are."

Steve gave a weak smile and nodded.

A while later…

Steve, barely, made it onto the bomber. Both him and Bucky were going after Red Skull, as Bucky was too reluctant to allow Steve to do this alone.

They entered the control room, where Red Skull stood. He slowly turned around and smiled. "I see your friend didn't fall..What a waste, I had some plans for him."

Bucky barely flinched, his firm gaze never leaving Red Skull's face. Steve, however, had flinched, but surprisingly didn't bring it up.

Then, Red Skull turned to Steve and chuckled, holding a blue cannon, similar to the one he had seen on the train. "You don't give up do you?"

Steve shook his head. "Nope."

The cannon fired, but Steve blocked with his shield. Bucky brought out his gun and began to fire upon Red Skull, who seemed more focused on Steve.

The two tackled each other and threw punches. Steve was forced to his knees, but quickly stood up and threw Red Skull until the control panel. He only scowled.

As the fight neared its end, Bucky and Steve were dodging quite quickly to avoid getting obliterated by the strange weapon.

"You could have the power of the Gods!" Red Skull yelled, shooting the small gun toward the two men, though the statement was mainly directed toward Steve. "Yet you wear a flag on your chest, and think you fight a battle of nations!"

Steve and Bucky ducked behind some pipes, barely dodging a blast that nearly struck Steve in the arm.

"I have seen the future, Captain!" Red Skull shouted throughout the chaos and roar of the bomber. "There are no flags!"

Bucky turned to his friend. "This man really needs to shut up."

Steve huffed out a laugh. "Yea. He really does."

"Not my future!" He then shouted toward Red Skull.

Steve then jumped across to the other side of the room, bringing up his shield as the blasts continued to ricochet off of it. Then, he threw it, striking Red Skull to the ground.

"Nice," Bucky grinned, earning a shrug from Steve.

"I try."

Red Skull slid into the machine located in the middle of the aircraft. It caused some sort of cube to fall from it. The man then slowly got up. "What have you done?"

"No.." He muttered.

And a few moments later, Red Skull was gone.

"What the hell?" Bucky muttered.

Steve ran up to the front of the aircraft and sat down, attempting to get the aircraft to veer off its course to New York, but unfortunately, it wouldn't respond.

"Crap.."

Bucky stood beside him, eyes widening.

Steve squinted through the wind blowing into his face from the broken glass, then spoke into the radio.

"Come in, this is Captain Rogers! Do you read me?"

Peggy's voice soon cut in. "Steve, is that you? Are you alright?"

"Peggy, Schmidt's dead!"

"What about the plane?"

"That's a little bit tougher to explain!"

Steve pushed a few buttons. He realized that they were likely going to put the plane in the water. Lots of people would die if he didn't. He glanced up at Bucky nervously, who met his glance, before Peggy's voice came through the radio again.

"G-Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing sight."

Steve only shook his head, a few tears stinging his eyes. "There's not gonna be a safe landing." He looked back toward Bucky, who finally seemed to realize what was about to happen. He placed his hand on Steve's shoulder and squeezed. "But I can try and force it down."

"I-I'll get Howard on the line, he'll know what to do-"

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water."

Bucky glanced down at Steve. "Are you sure about this?"

Steve sighed. "If this plane reaches New York...lots of people are gonna die.."

Bucky simply nodded. "Til the end of the line, pal."

Steve smiled.

"Please, don't do this. We-We have time. We can work it out."

Steve sighed and spoke back into the radio. "Right now we're in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die."

There was a few moments of silence.

"Peggy. This is my choice."

Then, he looked toward Bucky, his hand gripped tightly on the yoke. His friend frowned, and he noticed a few tears rolling down his face, but he nodded. "It's okay.."

Steve then forced the front of the plane downward. It plunged toward the water below it as Bucky kept a firm hold on Steve's shoulder with both of his hands.

"Peggy."

"I'm here."

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance."

"...Alright...A week, next Saturday, at the Stork club."

"You got it."

The ice came into view.

"8:00 on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"

"You know, I still don't know how to dance."

He heard Bucky snort, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"I'll show you how..Just be there.."

The ice came closer. Only seconds away from impact.

"We'll have the band play something slow."

He turned to look at Bucky, tears flowing down his face. Bucky wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his head in his shoulder.

Then everything went black.

70 years later.

Steve slowly opened his eyes. He blinked slowly, hearing some sort of radio playing in the background. He was on some sort of bed, which seemed to be shockingly soft.

Finally, he sat up and stared at the strange radio that sat on a dresser next to him. Weird..

The door opened and a lady walked in, slowly shutting the door behind her. "Good morning," She gave a soft smile. She looked at something on her wrist. "Or should I say afternoon."

"Where am I?" Steve asked, eyes slightly narrowing.

"You're in a recovery room in New York City," She replied.

He stared at her for a few moments, then glanced over at the radio, then outside, then back at her. "Where am I really?"

The woman chuckled softly. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"The game. It's from May in 1941. I know 'cause I was there."

The woman's expression seemed to change, and he slowly got up from the bed, stepping toward her, this time more threatening. "I'm gonna ask you again.."

"Where am I?"

The woman held some sort of device in her hand and pressed it.

"Captain Rogers," She said.

"Who are you?!"

The door opened and multiple agents stepped in. He blew them through the wall and bolted out of there in both fear and confusion.

"Captain Rogers ,wait!" The woman shouted after him.

He ignored her and kept running, pushing through and fighting multiple other agents to get outside. Once he got there, he ran down the road, completely surprised by the sight.

This wasn't his New York. It wasn't this...built. Where was he?

He stopped and spun around, taking in everything around him. It was busier; different cars, large buildings, skyscrapers.

Looking around, Steve noticed that he was surrounded. His breathing was heavy as he watched agents step out one by one. One in particular had an eyepatch over his eye.

"At ease, soldier," the man said. He turned to him.

"Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there, but...We thought it'd be best to break it to you slowly."

"Break what?" He asked in confusion.

"You've been asleep, Cap," the man started. "For almost 70 years."

Steve felt his heart drop. 70 YEARS?!

He didn't show much of the shock he felt, which was plenty.

Then, he stared around, before a name flashed in his mind.

Bucky.

"Bucky," He suddenly said. "He's my friend- He was with me..Where-"

He heard a sudden, familiar voice behind him.

"STEVE!"

Spinning around, he saw Bucky rushing toward him. He looked practically the same as the last he had seen him, except wearing more..modern clothing.

He enveloped him in a tight hug, his head buried in his shoulder. Steve, still half-shocked, embraced him back.

"Oh god.." Bucky muttered. "Everything is so different now. I thought- I thought I'd have to live in it alone.."

"Well, I'm here to live in it with you, pal," Steve pulled back, giving his friend a small smile before turning back toward the eyepatched man.

"You gonna be okay?"

"Yea…" Steve turned to Bucky and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll be fine.."