Disclaimer:I still don't own Captain America.

Howard saw Steve's compass with a picture of Peggy in it and immediately picked it up and stuck it in his pocket. Turning back to the captain, he looked for signs of life. Steve appeared to be frozen, unmoving in the ice. Howard bowed his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them, however, he saw a small puff of white move from Steve's form. He watched closer, and at regular intervals, a small puff of white would come out of Steve's nose. He was alive.

"Somebody get the stretcher from the ship! Immediately!" Howard shouted. No one dared to ask why, because there was only one reason he would ask for a stretcher. Someone went to fetch the stretcher from the ship and Howard tried to pry Steve's hand from the wheel. They came away with a snap as the ice released, letting Steve's hands go free. Howard watched as the captain's fingers curled ever so slightly and he began to pry the rest of him off of the chair.

When the man returned with the stretcher, Steve was only connected to the chair by the ice around his thighs. "Someone help me lift him up!" Howard commanded. It took three men, gripping Steve by the arms, to finally get him free of the chair.

"You're a heavy man, Cap," Howard whispered under his breath, then transferred his heavy form onto the stretcher and carefully made their way out of the plane, leaving with what they came to find.

Peggy had no idea that Steve had been rescued as she debated even going to the Stork Club. She knew there was almost no chance that he'd be there, but she had to try. She slipped on the the only dress Steve had ever seen her in, the red one with the low neck. She did her makeup for the sake of it and hailed a taxi to the club at six in the afternoon.

Once Steve was onboard the ship, they set off again, back towards land. Howard watched some of the plane sink into the ice, probably never to be seen again. The men had set up Steve in one of the rooms when Howard walked in. He was no doctor, but he still felt for Steve's pulse and knew that it was weaker than it should've been.

The men had tried to stretch Steve out as best as they could, but his legs were still slightly bent and his hands looked like they would fit perfectly over the plane's controls again. "We need to warm him up, and fast," Howard said. He brought blankets from other rooms and one of the men found a heat fan that they immediately turned on. Howard though Peggy may have laughed at the sight before him. The great Captain America, dripping wet, blankets piled high on top of him. He prayed, for Peggy's sake, that Steve would be alright.

It was a lonely night at the Stork Club. It was bustling as usual, people still celebrating Ve-Day. Peggy seemed to be the only one not celebrating. She stood by the bar, eyes always turned towards the door, waiting for the familiar man to come in.

"Waiting for someone, miss?" a man asked.

She turned around to see the bartender smiling at her. "Yes, actually," she said in her British accent.

"When's he supposed to be here?"

"I'm not sure. I said eight o clock. I hope he's just late," Peggy replied, sighing.

"I hate to burst your bubble, ma'am, but it's almost eleven," the man said.

"Goodness," Peggy said, surprised that she had spent nearly five hours at a bar. "Do you close anytime soon?"

"That depends on when your man gets here," the bartender said, smiling. He returned to his drinks as Peggy returned her gaze to the door.

The night went on and no Steve appeared in the door. Peggy left early in the morning, thanking the bartender as she went. Back into a taxi, back to her room, no one else in tow. What a crushing day it was.

Howard awoke in the morning in the same chair he had probably dozed off in during the night. The sun was in the sky, illuminating the small amount of ice that was still seen. They were close to land now, only perhaps a hundred miles or so, before they could board the plane and head home. Howard took Steve's compass out of his pocket and opened it, placing it beside where Steve lay. He no longer looked covered in ice. Howard put a finger to Steve's throat and his pulse seemed normal, his hands were no longer extremely cold. They had uncurled and his legs were once again straight. He looked like he was standing at attention in his sleep. So why wasn't he waking up?

Howard got up from his chair and started moving some of the blankets off of the captain until there were only a few left. "Come on, cap. Peggy needs you back home. Don't leave her hanging. She doesn't look at anyone the way she look at you. You're really special to her and I hope you know that," Howard said to him. He knew this was probably a bad time to leave, but he was starving. Howard left the room, closing the door as he went, and went to the mess hall in search of a bagel.

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