Rosalie could hear the roaring of voices in the distance as she came around. A part of her had wondered if she was hearing things, but the noises were so loud. There were explosions. She could hear screams. She could feel fear inside of her as she turned her head to the side to see the empty seat where her daughter should have been. The window to the passenger door had been smashed open and Rosalie groaned.

"Grace," she croaked her daughter's name out. "Gracie…sweetheart…"

But there was no response. There was nothing but silence. Rosalie felt fear rise up inside of her and she tried to move her body, but she couldn't. Looking down, she saw that she was trapped. The car's entire front had been crushed and she was stuck. She tried to move her legs, but she couldn't get them out. She yelled in pain as she flexed the muscles and she knew that something was broken. Her legs were in agony. She looked around, trying to gather her surroundings and wondering where her daughter was.

Glancing around the car, she wondered if her phone was anywhere to be found. She looked to the holder and saw that it wasn't there. There was nothing there. She looked down for any sign of it and saw that it was in the footwell of the passenger side. She tried to lean over for it, but it was out of her grasp. She yelled in frustration before feeling a pain in her stomach. She yelled out again and moved a hand to her stomach, wondering if the baby was okay. She leant her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes and trying to think of a plan as the noise suddenly began to die down in the distance.

Wondering what was going on, Rosalie listened intently for any sound of help before she heard his voice. A part of her wondered if she was dreaming, but it was him. He was shouting her name loudly.

"Rosalie! Rosalie, where are you?"

"Rose?" Another voice joined in and Rosalie opened her eyes wide, shaking her head. It couldn't be. How was it possible? But it was her voice. It was her accent.

"Rosalie!" another voice joined in and she recognised that distinct Brooklyn twang too.

"Steve!" Rosalie shouted her husband's name, trying not to let her voice crack as she yelled for him. "Steve! Over here!"

"I can hear you," Steve said and his voice got louder as he approached. "Rose, I've got you…I've got you…it's alright," he said as he finally appeared at the door next to her. He pulled it open, ripping it off and tossing it to the side, completely discarding it as he saw his wife trapped in the car.

"Steve, thank God…you're here," she said, trying not to sob. "Where's Grace?"

"Safe," Steve promised her. "I got her away from the battle and she is safe, Rose. I need to get you out of here. I just need you to try and stay calm."

"I tried to call you," Rose blabbered as she looked at his dirtied face and his ripped uniform, blood staining his cheek. He nodded his head, needing her to focus just on herself for the time being. "I tried to get away…to tell you…"

"I know, darling," Steve assured her. "But everything is fine. It worked…everything worked and I'm here now. I'm here and I'm going to get you out of this."

Nodding at that, she felt a sense of relief flow through her as her husband turned his head over his shoulder and looked to Wanda and Bucky who had joined him.

"I can use my powers to move the break the car and relieve the pressure from her," Wanda said with determination and Rosalie swore that she had never felt such relief as she did at hearing Wanda's voice fully. It was true. They were back. Things were back to how they should be.

"You need to be slow and steady," Steve warned her.

"I've got this," she said confidently.

Steve moved from where he was perched and Wanda took his place. Looking to Rosalie, the young woman allowed herself a smile at the sight of her. "Rose," she spoke her name.

Rosalie tried to keep her emotions in check, wanting to do nothing more than cry. But now was not the right time. Instead she nodded her head and Wanda moved a hand to hers, squeezing it tightly, silently assuring her that she had her.

"I need you to stay still," Wanda urged from her. "Just stay still and I will get you out."

Rosalie nodded as Wanda moved her hand. She tore the front of the car off with her powers, going as slow as she possibly could. She watched as the pressure was removed from Rosalie's body and she tossed the car into the distance. All there was now was Rosalie in the chair, but Steve could see that Rosalie's leg was wrangled.

"I need you to keep still, Rose," Steve urged from his wife, unfastening her seatbelt as Wanda stood up and Bucky continued to watch. "Because I have to get you to a hospital."

"I could feel the baby, Steve," Rosalie whispered to him and he saw her eyes begin to droop. "My stomach aches…and my legs…"

"It's going to be okay," Steve promised her. "I just need you to stay with me. Can you do that? I need you to stay awake."

"I can try and find a vehicle," Bucky commented. "It will be quicker us driving her than waiting for an ambulance."

"I will look above," Wanda said and she took off, floating in the sky and heading towards the main road. Steve remained with his wife, holding onto her hand as she looked down to him and he spoke in gentle tones to her, needing to soothe her.

"We'll be out of here soon," he promised her.

"I know," she responded, feeling his thumb running over her knuckles.

"We'll get you patched up and everything will be fine. I promise you, Rose. Okay…things will be fine…and we can go and live a normal life. You, me, Grace and the new little one. We can have that quiet life we have always wanted and your parents will be back. Think about how excited they will be to see you and their grandkids."

"Ecstatic," Rosalie whispered and Steve nodded, smiling at her. "Just keep your eyes on me and we'll get through this."

She did as he had asked, longing for the pain to go away.

…

Bucky found Steve sat in the waiting room of the hospital. He was still dressed in his uniform but he had washed his face and tossed his helmet to the side. His hair was a mess on top of his head and he was all alone, waiting for news of his wife to be delivered. Wanda had managed to find a vehicle on the side of the road that had been abandoned, no doubt someone having jumped from the car before it could crash. Bucky had hotwired it easily and they had taken Rosalie to hospital.

Steve had watched as doctors took his wife from his arms and laid her onto a gurney, rushing her through the hospital corridors as they spoke and asked what had happened to her. Rosalie had barely been coherent. Instead she had complained about the pain in her stomach and legs.

"Any news?" Bucky asked from Steve once he had found him.

"She's in surgery," Steve said, voice hoarse. "She has a broken leg and they are concerned about internal bleeding…the baby…they're performing an emergency C-section. They said that they had to get it out. It's early…too early…but it's the best chance of survival."

Sitting down next to Steve, Bucky nodded and rested a hand on his friend's back. "She's strong," he said to him.

"I know," Steve agreed with that analysis of her.

"And your daughter…Grace…" Bucky said, not entirely sure where that conversation was going. Steve nodded at him and he gulped. He thought about Grace and what she would say. How would this scar her? Would she even be scarred because of it? Steve didn't know. All he knew was that the sooner he had his daughter back then the better it would be.

"She was born after the snap," Steve said to Bucky. "She's everything to me, Buck. You don't realise what lengths you would go to for a child until you have one. And I would do anything for her…and I am only glad that I am here for her because I know that Tony…he…he had a kid as well and she will have to grow up without a dad and that…I can't imagine."

Buck ran a hand up and down Steve's back. "You don't have to," he urged from him.

He saw the tears fall silently down his friend's cheek and he wondered just what was going to happen.

"Wanda should be back soon," Steve sniffed.

Steve had asked Wanda to ask the wizard to use his magic to bring Grace back to New York so that she could be with him. He had waited patiently, knowing that he could trust her to do this. Bucky had gone with Steve to the hospital and stayed by his side, refusing to move and leave him alone.

"I know," Steve said at the same moment the door to the waiting room opened wide.

Steve jumped to his feet and Bucky stood up slowly, looking at the sight before him. There was a doctor in blue scrubs and a mask dangling down his chin. He glanced over to Steve and almost felt foolish for having to check who was in front of him.

"Steve Rogers, husband of Rosalie?" he double checked.

"Is she okay?"

"Your wife has sustained multiple injuries, Mr Rogers," the doctor said, remaining professional yet finding the situation surreal. "She has a broken leg that we will need to pin back into place. She has also suffered concussion and internal bleeding, which we need to keep an eye on because internal bleeding after C-sections are very common."

"But she will be alright?" Steve checked.

"We need to monitor her, but I would say that she had a lucky escape. Your baby is also being cared for…she is premature, but she is also responding well…"

"She?" Steve checked, wondering if he had heard correctly.

"I know that these are not normal circumstances, but I can congratulate you on a baby girl," the doctor said. "I can take you to see her if you so wish. Your wife is still in surgery with her leg."

"Yes," Steve said with a firm nod. "Please, yes."

The doctor nodded and led Steve out. Bucky told his friend that he would wait there in case Wanda returned. Steve washed his hands and put on a gown, covering his suit before he entered the special care baby unit. He looked around in disbelief at all of the parents there, wondering what they were feeling as he followed the doctor to the incubator in the corner. It was covered up and there were tubes flowing from it, a soft humming noise also coming from it.

"I know that this seems scary," the doctor said, "but she is doing well. She needs to be kept in here to stay warm and there is a steady supply of oxygen. She…well…she would benefit from you talking to her and you can touch her. Just be careful."

"I will be," Steve said.

"I'll leave you with her," the doctor said, clasping Steve on the back. "And I'll come and get you as soon as your wife is out of surgery."

"Thank you, doctor," Steve said gratefully and he took a seat next to the incubator. Cautiously, he moved his hand through the gap in the glass, touching his baby's arm gently as he felt her breathing steady. Looking to her, Steve tried not to cry once more as he spoke in a soft voice.

"It's me," he said as though it were obvious. "Your daddy…I'm going to keep you safe, sweetheart. I swear to you. And when your mommy wakes up then she will tell you the exact same thing. We both love you…and your big sister, Grace. We'll go home and we'll be a family. We'll be happy. I swear to you."

….

"Mommy has a picture of you."

Wanda looked down at the little girl who walked by her side towards the hospital. She wondered what to say in response to that, knowing that this was an odd predicament she found herself in. This little was the exact image of Rosalie and Steve. She was perfect, truly. She was a perfect mixture of her parents.

"Rosalie…your mommy," she corrected herself on that point, "is a good friend of mine."

"She told me that you looked after her when she needed you. She said that you were her best friend."

Wanda felt herself choke up and she nodded her head. "And she's mine," she admitted, thinking about Rosalie and Steve. They had each other. They had spent the past five years together. Wanda's mind briefly went back to Vision and she felt an ache in her chest. But, at that moment, she had to be strong. She had to be strong for this little girl and Steve. They needed her and she would be there.

"She said that she was going to ask you to be my godparent," Grace said.

"Would you like that?"

Grace shrugged. "I think so," she said. "She always said that you were kind and fun. And you made her happy so you're a good person."

"Then perhaps you and me can spend some time together?" Wanda suggested, entering the hospital and moving down the corridors.

"I would like that," Grace decided.

Wanda came to the waiting room where she had last seen Steve, but he was not there. Instead it was only Bucky who was present. Grace looked up to him, recognising him as well.

"Where is Steve?" Wanda asked.

"He went to see the baby," Bucky said.

Grace's eyes widened. "Has mommy given birth?" she asked and Bucky glanced down to her, gulping at the sight of the child with Steve's eyes. He looked back to Wanda and she rolled her eyes at him. Surely it should have been Steve's place to say that Grace had a new sibling? Too late for that now. "Is mommy okay?"

"Er…yeah…" Bucky said, not entirely certain how to talk to this child. "She broke her leg and the doctors are looking after her."

"Grace, shall we go and find your dad?" Wanda suggested, throwing a look at Bucky as he shrugged, not sure what more she wanted from him. She rolled her eyes again and the three of them moved down the corridor. They didn't have to go far before they found Steve leaving the special baby unit. Grace took off instantly, running towards him as Bucky and Wanda held back. Picking her up from the floor, Steve held his daughter tightly.

"She's the spitting image of him," Bucky said, remembering how Steve had looked when they had been younger.

"Funny," Wanda drawled, folding her arms, "I thought that she was a perfect mixture."

The two let silence take hold of them as they watched Steve with his daughter, unable to do anything but watch, completely mesmerised at how Captain America looked so content holding his child.

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A/N: Do let me know what you think, just a couple more chapters to go!