Chapter 1

Pencil case,

Check.

Notebook,

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'The Oxford Companion to World War II' and 'American Foreign Policy Since World War II,'

Double check! We're good to go.

It's been almost two years now since the car accident but no memory of mine within the three years that preceded the accident has returned. All I know is that before the accident, I've been spending so much time on this paper, judging by the documents I found in my room after waking from a five-month long comma. Since then, I've devoted myself to this work. I've gone through so many books, interviewed so many veterans but I still felt that there's a gap in my work, so one morning, I decided that I'd have to interview Captain America about how he saved his fellow soldiers in one of the HYDRA bases.

It's easier said than done, though. I've been trying to get an interview with him but the universe was really never on my side when it came to this venture... Until one fateful day when I cross paths with the hero.

I locked the door to my apartment and went on my way to the library. Today's going to be a productive day! It was around 6 o'clock in the morning when I left the apartment because I wanted to make up for the five- month long Hiatus of my paper. I bobbed by head to the tune of "Grown Oceans" by the Fleet Foxes while walking down the pavement that will ultimately lead me to my destination. Halfway there, by the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, my gaze falls upon a tall man in a very fit white shirt and jogging pants, running really fast. Then it dawned on me. Captain America in the flesh!

Not wanting to let pass the opportunity that presented itself I to me, I ran as fast as I could to catch up with him.

"Excuse me, Captain America!" I called after him in between pants. By the time he stopped from his tracks, he was a good ten meters away from where I stood, but I didn't stop running because I didn't want to waste his time, or miss out on this opportunity to actually get a chance to interview him.

"Good morning." I greeted goofily, like any other person would in the presences of a national hero such as him. I gave him the brightest smile I could but his expression was far from delighted. It's as if he's seen a ghost. When he still didn't move, i started fiddling with the pen and notebook in my right hand. "Okay, this is awk-"

"Claire?" He gently placed both hands on either side of my shoulder in disbelief as if he's trying to convince himself that what was standing in front of him was real. I, on the other hand, was awe-struck with the fact that he knew my name. That moment entirely messed up the perfectly planned string of words I was supposed tell him once I'd caught his attention.

"How di-" Once again, he cut me off. "How are you alive? How did you-" It was my turn to interrupt.

"How do you know my name?" He let go of my shoulders and straightened himself.

"You're supposed to be dead."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble but it takes more than a car accident to get rid of me." I said, stepping back. It felt a little insulting, what he said. The accident was a touchy subject since it took away so many months from me that I could have used to continue my research and to actually live my life.

"Car accident? It was more than a car accident, Claire. you were-"

"You probably got the wrong person… who conveniently has the same name as me…" I tried to sound more empathic. He probably lost someone and still hasn't moved on from it.

"Yeah, I think you're right…." at that moment he seemed to be just staring into space, trying to make sense of things.

After a moment of silence, I decided to break it. "Look, I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong...ish foot. Let me start over." I raised my hand for him to shake. "I'm Claire." He took my hand to shake and for the first time all morning, he gave me a smile. "Hello, Claire, I'm steve."

"It's an honor to meet you. So, I'm currently working on a research paper about the second world war and I'd really love it if I can schedule an interview with you since you did experience the war first-hand and I supposed your memory of the events is still clear." I mindlessly smiled at him in the process of trying to absorb the features of the man standing in front of me. His shoulders seemed so firm and strong despite his relaxed stance. His muscles were perfectly defined under his shirt which I personally believe to be too small for him. But it doesn't matter because he could pull it off.

His blonde hair was fixed in an manner that made him seem so clean without really trying and oh, his eyes! His gentle blue eyes that glisten, looking straight to your soul.

"I'd love to help you out with your research, ma'am." He chuckled, probably noticing that my mind drifted off somewhere far from where we were as I stared at him. How embarrassing. But it didn't matter because I was able to get the Captain to agree to be interviewed by me!

A/N: Hello loves! So first off, I'd like to explain the title. It's a bit shallow how I came up with it. Haha! I was going through kinds of flowers and their meaning when I came across Viscarias. It's a tiny flower with more or less 6 petals? It means "Shall we dance?" It reminded me so much of how both Steve and Peggy associated dancing with finding the "right partner." Blue on the other hand is the color of the Captain!

I'm having second thoughts on pushing through with the story because it's very difficult to come up with lines that won't sound out of character for Captain America given that he only has around 4 movies, therefore lesser chances to find patterns on how he speaks and predicting how he'd react to certain situations. But I really really do want to push through with it. So, although I have raw ideas to work with already, I'd really love it if you could suggest how you want the story to go. Thanks so so much!