It's been two years since Steve left. Steve hasn't returned since he told me he was leaving. I hadn't moved the first month after he told me but I eventually got up and started going around the ocean again. The next summer I went back, but he didn't come. I hated thinking about it. Was he going to come back? Did something already happen? I had to get these thoughts out of my head.

I was swimming around, collecting sea shells, until I heard a loud noise. I looked around until I saw it. A plane was headed straight for the water. I sped up and raced over to it. When I got near, I saw who it was. And they saw me. Steve.

I quickly got to a different spot so I could see him easier but then, my reflexes made my harms go up, pointing towards the plane. I could see it visibly slow but it still crashed. Did I just slow a plane? I quickly swam to where the front window was and saw Steve. He was much bigger and looked much stronger. He was fading in and out of consciousness. I banged on the window. He looked up and using all his strength, smiled sadly. I've lost everyone. I can't loose him too. He looked up at me. My brown hair was flowing messily around me and tears poured down my face as I begged for Steve not to die, but it was too late. He finally closed his eyes. Steve Rogers was dead.