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Sorry, this is the end. For now. Sorry if this is slightly boring, but this is not an action story. Hope you guys still enjoy! I have an idea for the next chapter, so do you want me to write it? Comment/review about if I should leave the story here or keep going. Thanks!

I again, still do not own Captain America

Once the ship docked, the air was much warmer. They were in South Africa, at the southernmost tip. A small plane was waiting to take them to Europe, and from there, back to America.

Steve eyed the plane warily. The captain was still a little shaky on his feet, but he had made an astounding full recovery.

"It's just a plane. No evil men are flying it, I promise," Howard said.

Steve nodded and blew warm air into his hands, trying to warm them.

"You a little cold, Capsicle?" Howard asked and smiled.

"More nervous than anything, I guess," Steve replied. They walked towards the plane, Howard getting on first and Steve following slowly in second.

Once he was on the plane, flying was no big deal. Steve watched the landscapes change and shift beneath him as they made their way across Africa. Howard was passed out in one on the seats, leaving Steve with his thoughts. He couldn't shake the idea of the woman with red hair and green eyes. He loved Peggy, but still he felt that something was off.

He took out his sketchbook and began to draw.

As the plane entered European airspace, Howard woke up and the men sat in the cabin of the plane in silence. Steve finished his drawing. It looked just like the woman from his dream, but he had drawn her softer side. Not the hard, cruel side he had seen in his vision, but the side that she was probably hiding.

"What'chya got there?" Howard asked, breaking the silence.

Steve quickly closed the sketchbook. "Nothing," he replied.

The plane landed and they boarded another plane, en-route to America. They flew the rest of the way in silence.

"Just meet me there at eight on Wednesday, okay?" Howard asked over the phone. He and Steve had literally just made it into Howard's apartment before he ran to the phone and dialed Peggy. It was early on Tuesday morning and Steve didn't see the rush to calling her the second they got back. What he really wanted to do was sleep.

"How come? I didn't even know you were back and all of a sudden you want to take me out?" Peggy asked.

"Absolutely," Howard replied, smiling.

"Fine then. Eight, I'll see you there," Peggy said, giving a small half smile. She paused before asking the question that was plaguing both of their minds. "You didn't happen to find anything over there, did you?"

"If I had, you'd be the first person I'd tell," Howard said, and hung up. He turned to Steve, who was across the room. "Alright, eight tomorrow night at the Stork Club."

"I have nothing to wear," Steve said, looking slightly sad. He was in one of Howard's shirts, which was too small and the biggest jeans Howard had.

"You're right. Come on, we're going to get you a suit," Howard said, smiling and gesturing towards the door.

On Wednesday, Peggy slid into the red dress once again and did her hair and makeup. She tried a little harder this time, sinc e she knew she would actually see someone there. But not the someone. She took some time to look at herself in the mirror, pinching her cheeks to give them some color. Then she go into a taxi and was off to the club.

"Are you sure the suit isn't a bit much?" Steve asked while Howard was driving towards the club. It was a dark blue suit with a maroon tie and a white undershirt.

"It looks like your other outfit, only more professional," Howard said, smirking. "I almost forgot," he added, pulling out the compass. "Thought you might want this."

Steve took the compass and opened it, looking at the picture of Peggy he had cut from a newspaper. He closed it and put it in his pocket. "Thank you," he said. Of all of the thank you's he'd ever said, this one meant the most. Thank you for saving my life, for saving it again, and putting me back with the one who cares the most. Howard seemed to understand the silent meanings, as they drove the rest of the way in silence.

"Hello again, ma'am," the bartender said when Peggy stepped through the door.

"Hello."

"So, do I get to see the lucky man tonight?" he asked, smirking.

"No. There was an accident. I'm waiting for someone else," she said, her head dropping a little.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Have a nice night." Peggy nodded her head in thanks and turned her head towards her drink, looking away from the door for a split second.

That second was all it took for Steve to sneak in, past Peggy, whose gaze returned to the door a moment later. Steve made his way around the back wall of the club, before slowly walking up behind her. She was wearing the red dress he had seen her in before his big mission. Gosh, did she look beautiful in it. He was only a few steps away from her and was running through his head what he would say. As if on queue, the music changed to a slower song.

"May I have this dance?" he asked when he was right behind her.

Peggy turned around, surprised that someone was talking to her. In the dim light, she couldn't very well see the man's face, but he was wearing the colors of the American flag. "No, thank you," she replied, turning back to the bar.

"I don't think you understand. I need someone to show me how," he said, smiling. He reached a hand out and wrapped it around her arm slowly.

Peggy turned around, noticing the man's voice. "Steve?" her voice quivered.

He answered her by kissing her fully on the lips. She turned around and embraced him with her arms, he doing the same. When they finally parted, Peggy had tears in her eyes. "How are you alive?"

"That's a story for another day. Now, show me how to dance so that I don't step on your feet," he said, cracking that half smile she knew him so well for.

"Alright," she replied, a tear falling from here eye. They walked hand in hand to the area closest to the band, where Peggy put her head on Steve's shoulder and they danced until the morning came. Peggy was determined to never let Steve go. Steve held her in the exact same way.

The woman with the red hair and the green eyes would find her man eventually, but it wouldn't be Steve. As for not, he was living in the moment.

Anyone catch the Tony Stark reference? It's small, but if you found it, put it in the comments/reviews :)

Also, I'd just like to say that I ship both Steggy and Romanogers. But because this takes place in the 40s, there was no Romanogers. Or will there be?

How did you like it? As I said, I have an idea for the next chapter, so be patient while I write it. Update in a day or so if you guys want me to. But seriously, I need your help. Thanks again!