So I thought I was done for the day, but…LIES! I just couldn't help myself! I wanted to get this chapter out tonight as it gives a quick wrap up to the Captain America: The First Avenger timeline. And wow, this one is full of the feels. PLEASE let me know what you guys end of thinking. The next chapters will be moving closer to Iron Man territory, so you know what that means! Tony Stark, were we come! But of course, before that-I hope you like how this part wraps up! Xoxo-NickLynn

Rose lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed, staring out the window in frustration. While she had wanted to help Steve continue his mission against Hydra, he and practically everyone one else had forced her onto the plane that brought her back to the states. She needed proper medical care, they had said. Months of be tortured and starved had taken it's toll on her body and while she held impressive healing powers thanks to the serum….she was still in bad shape. So, no matter how hard she had tried refusing, she still ended up being stuck in the God-awful bed, staring out at the apple tree in the courtyard, feeling utterly useless.

That's not the only thing she had been feeling either. She was filled with so much guilt, she could hardly function. It was her fault. Bucky was dead…..and it was all her fault. After they had managed to stop the train and apprehend Zola, Rose had berated Steve. She hollered at him, lashing her anger out at him, filled with too many overwhelming emotions. One had outweighed all the others in that moment….anger. She was so angry with Steve. She screamed at him, demanding to know why he had chosen to go after her. They had saved Rose's life in exchange for Bucky's and to Rose, the trade wasn't equal. Everything she had done had been to keep Bucky safe. She would have gladly faced any future Schmidt had in store for her, so long as Bucky was safe. She screamed until the screams turned back into sobs, and the anger inside her was replaced with an all-consuming guilt.

So there she lay…guilt-ridden….helpless….and alone. The nurses who had tried attending to her, had started to come less frequently as Rose would snap at them anytime someone would do something as mundane as checking her pulse. She would yell that she was fine until they left her room again, leaving her to stew in her thoughts.

Her mind began drifting to her brother and the others and wondered what they were doing in that moment. She had received word from Peggy that they would be bringing the fight to the hydra base that she had given them the location to, letting her know that she would update her as soon as she could. That had been hours ago. She wished more than anything she was there and not stuck in her hospital room. She let out a sigh, raking her fingers through her now white hair in frustration. When she had first gotten a glimpse of her reflection in the bathroom mirror for the first time since the serum had altered her appearance, she was startled to say the least. While her changes had not been as drastic as Steve's, she was still caught off guard by how different she looked. She looked at her now blue-tinged eyes and white hair and couldn't help but feel like she was staring at the face of a stranger. She wasn't sure she would ever get use to the changes.

Suddenly the phone next to her let out a shrill ring, pulling Rose out of her thoughts. She quickly reached over to the receiver, pulling it up to her ear before it could ring a second time. "Hello?!" she nearly yelled into the phone.

"Rose?" came Peggy's voice. Something was off with it, however. It was thick with emotion and Rose's stomach dropped, knowing something was wrong.

"What's wrong? What happened?!" this time she did yell.

"It's Steve." She said and Rose swore she could hear the tears in her voice. She gripped the phone tighter, her body growing cold. "He stopped Schmidt, but…" she began explaining until her voice broke off.

"No." Rose said, shaking her head profusely.

"He was trying to stop a plane loaded with bombs. He…he had to bring it down in the Atlantic to stop it." Peggy finished explaining. "He's gone."

If Peggy had said anything else, Rose didn't hear. The phone had slipped from her grip and dropped onto her lap as she processed Peggy's words. He was gone. Her brother was gone. She had lost Sarah. She had lost Abraham. She had lost Bucky. And now…..she had lost Steve. She had lost everybody. She was utterly and completely alone. Her breathing began to come in and out far too quickly as her world fell apart around her. The machinery hooked up to her body, reading her vitals, began beeping loudly beside her, filling the room with it's shrill, persistent beeping.

Rose grabbed onto the sides of her head as her thoughts began to spin out of control. Alone. The one word echoed through her head, filling her with a feeling she had never before felt. It was like there was a pit forming in the center of her chest where her heart was meant to be. A cold, empty pit that pulled her deeper and deeper within it, the more the one word echoed through her mind. Everyone she loved was gone and she was alone.

Rose didn't register the mass of nurses who came rushing into the room, nor did she hear their panicked questions to her as they watched her vitals spike into dangerous levels. The only thing she was aware of was the growing pit inside herself. Suddenly, as if a match had been thrown into a barrel of accelerant, that pit burst into a pool of pure rage. It burned within her so hot, she was sure her skin would be peeling off with it's intensity. It filled her and took over her body until she let out the loudest, most pain-filled scream she had ever heard come from a person. That rage exploded outwards in a powerful blast of energy that shot through the hospital room, decimating everyone and everything in it's path.

The blast of blinding blue energy went off like a bomb, causing the entire area around Rose's room to be engulfed in swirls of blue and red as oxygen tanks and other flammable material caught fire, causing the entire wing of the hospital to quickly be consumed by burning flames. The sprinkler systems burst into action, pouring down on the growing flames as nurses, doctors and patients screamed in terror.

Rose looked around at the rubble around her, flames burning all around, and was frozen in place. She looked around at the damage she had unwillingly caused, panic rising in her. She caught sight of an arm peaking out from under some of the rubble to her right and pushed herself into action. She rushed over to the limb, crawling through what remained of the destroyed room. She began tearing the piles of concrete and metal and whatever else off of the person, frantically digging through the rubble. She froze after lifting one particularly large piece, as it revealed the face of a nurse. A terrible marred and bloody face that stared up at Rose lifelessly. It had been the nurse who had tried taking her vitals last and Rose stumbled away from her in horror. She looked around at the destruction she had caused, realizing that she was not the only casualty.

Panic and fear. Those are the only two emotions that filled Rose's mind. She shot up and stumbled through the wreckage, suddenly filled with the desire to get away. Run, her insides screamed at her. And so, she did. Rose ran. She ran as fast and far as she could as sirens began blaring behind her, the sounds of screams still lingering in the air.

Rose didn't know how long she ran for, or for how long. She ran until she could run no further and she collapsed under a freeway bridge, the world around her now dark with the night sky. Rose fell to her knees on the coarse dirt, thankfully away from any and all people before she let herself feel something other than panic. The tears began flowing down her cheeks as the pain of everything took over her. She looked down at her shaking hands and let out another scream. A scream full of anger. First Bucky….now all those innocent people in the hospital. Schmidt was right….Rose was a weapon….a dangerous one. She looked from her hands to the black sky above. "WHY!?" she bellowed up at God. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME!?"

It was days before Rose had enough will power to move out from under that bridge. For the longest time, so just sat there, the weight of everything that had happened just too much for her to bare. She sat, staring unseeingly at the ground as the world kept moving around her, blissfully unaware of how broken she felt. After the fourth day, as a heavy rain poured down around her, she pushed herself up and trudged through storm, not knowing where she was heading.

Eventually, she came across a telephone booth, being lit up under a streetlight. She made her way over to it and slide inside. She didn't even really know what she was doing. She was moving on auto pilot, and it seemed like her fingers pressed the buttons without her head knowing what they were doing. She heard the line ring a few times before a man answered her call.

"Hello?" The familiar voice asked.

Rose's mind finally caught up with her body and the tears rolled down her already soaked cheeks as she listened to the man's voice. "Howard?" she croaked into the receiver. Truthfully, she didn't know why she had called him. She just needed…..she just needed someone.

"ROSE?!" came Howard's concerned voice. "My God! We've been worried sick! With the explosion at the hospital, we all thought the worst! Where the hell are you?!" he called through the phone in a rush.

"I…" she began, looking around her surroundings. "I don't know." She told him. "The hospital…." She began. "Oh God Howard, I didn't mean to I swear! It was an accident!" she sobbed.

"What do you mean you didn't-" Howard began before it clicked for him. "Rose where are you? I'm coming to get you." He said seriously.

Rose looked down at the phonebook hanging from the booth, seeing the city name printed on the cover. "Hudson." She told Howard. "I'm in Hudson….I don't know where. I'm at a phone booth."

"Just stay right there. I'm on my way, you hear me?!" he said.

"O-okay." She said as she heard the line click. She hung the phone back onto it's cradle before opening the door and walking out back into the rain. She seen a small bench across the road, so she made her way over to it and sat down. She wasn't sure how long she sat waiting in the freezing rain, all she knew was one minute she was staring blankly at the growing puddle at her feet and the next a car was pulling up beside the curb, the opening of it's door drawing her attention up from the water.

She watched as Howard stepped out of his car, an umbrella held above his head. He began to make it way over to her before she shot up in panic, holding an arm out to stop him. "STOP!" she yelled out. "Just-stay back!" she told him, terrified she would end up hurting him, too.

Howard stopped, staring over at Rose in concern. As she stood there staring at him with wide, terrified eyes, he couldn't help but stare at her soaked form and think how awful she looked. It was like looking at a ghost of herself. "Jesus, Rose." He whispered to himself.

"How many?" she asked him then.

"How many what?" he asked her back in confusion.

"How many people did I hurt in the hospital?" she said, rephrasing her question for him to better understand.

"Oh." He said. "Look, why don't you get in the car and we can talk." He began, trying to get her out of the freezing rain.

"How many!?" she shouted again.

Howard swallowed thickly, not wanting to distress her anymore than she already was, but knew he couldn't lie to her either. "Twenty dead and thirty more injured." He told her. "They thought it was a gas leak of some kind."

Rose's heart dropped. She looked down at her hands again, fresh tears mixing with the falling rain. "I….I'm a monster." She said, looking back up at him. "Howard they're going to throw me in a cage. Or-or worse, Hydra is going to find me again….I…I don't know what to do." She said, the panic in her rising again, making her want to run again. "Howard I…I'm so scared of myself." She admitted with a sob.

Howard's heart broke as he watched the once strong woman before him shatter into pieces. He rushed forward, despite her protests, and wrapped his arms around her soaked, frozen and shaking body. "It's going to be okay, Rose." He told her. "I promise."