Steve could feel the weight of everything on him. It was all a blur and he was staring out into a blanket of whiteness. Peggy was in front of him in her young form again.

"Steve I'm glad you are home, that we are home."

"Peggy? Is that really you?"

"Yes Steve, who else would I be?"

"So it was all a dream?"

"What was?"

"Waking up in the 20th century, the Avengers?" 'Natasha?'

"Steve, are you okay?"

"I just, it was all so real Peg, and I just…"

"It doesn't matter Steve, we are together that's all that matters." As they embraced the moment faded and she melted from his arms and then the Peggy he had come to know, the old, sickly version of Peggy appeared before him.

"Steve?"

"Peggy, what's going on, why do you look like that?"

"Steve, I'm dead, you need to wake up, don't fall for the tricks, stop your self, return to your world, wake up and find peace with yourself, find peace with your friends and loved ones." Peggy started fading before his eyes again.

"No don't go Peggy."

"Steve wake up, don't follow me, wake up, and go home."

"What do you mean Peggy? Don't go. Peggy!" He was alone again and the white was blinding and seemed endless.

"Steve honey?" Sarah Rogers looked at what she was sure was his mom.

"Mom?"

"Steve, look at you so strong and young." He hugged his mom.

"I miss you mom."

"I know sweetie, but you have to wake up, wake up and go get your girl. Don't succumb to this serenity, wake up honey, we will meet again."

'Go home.' That was all everyone was telling him. But where was home? Better yet where was he. He started to wonder then he felt himself moving and he wasn't physically moving himself so what was going on? He needed to force himself to go home. He needed answers. Steve heard whispers and unfamiliar voices. His vision blurred again before colors started to appear. He saw flashing lights, people all around him, and then two people standing over him.

"We're losing him lets move." One of those voices said, barely audible to him. 'Losing him.' He was right here and he could see them. Then everything was black again, he faded right back into unconsciousness.

Natasha had tried to enjoy her night and some part of her did. But all of the events were still in part eating at her. As they left the hall and bid good night to all the other guest and friends she felt wrong. She was missing someone, the person she told to get lost. As she and Bruce entered their suite, she could tell he was trying to be romantic to please her and she was really trying to stay in the mood but she couldn't.

"Can we just go to bed? I'm really tired Bruce."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want Nat." He seemed defeated, but the way he had said Nat wasn't right, it was unnerving.

"Thank you." As she crawled into bed and settled down in Bruce's arms everything continued to wash over her. Throughout the night she climbed out of his arms and continued to toss and turn.

Steve groaned and finally came to several days later. His grogginess was hard to fight. He looked around trying to discern where he was and what had happened. Someone walked into his eyes sight.

"I see you are finally up. We were getting worried that you would never wake up."

"Where am I?" Steve begged. He needed to know.

"You are in the hospital sir."

"What happened to me?"

"You were in a wreck."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember? Someone found you on the side of the road, and called it in. You rolled down half the mountain with your bike before finally coming to a stop. Your bike was destroyed."

"No I have no idea of what you are saying."

"Hold on sir, I'm going to go find the doctor." With that the fair-haired lady walked out of the room and he was along again. He couldn't remember what had happened to him and this lady was acting all weird for some reasons. Then the same lady and two other men walked into the room and started to wheel him away. They placed him in some sort of giant metal tube. The loud noise pierced his eardrums. Then he was back in his room.

"Sir, I want to talk to you. I'm your doctor and there are some things you should know."

"Like what, what's going on doc?"

"Well for starters you had 6 broken ribs one punctured your pericardial sac. You have 5 bruised ribs, your right leg was shattered, your left wrist was fractured in both bones, your right forearm was dislocated and you tore your shoulder blade, not to mention the contusions and abrasions covering your body. To be honest I am surprised that you survived the fall, the 6 surgeries you have been though, let alone the fact that you woke up."

"It's that bad doc?"

"Yeah and for some reason you seem to be burning through any medication we give you, so I am sorry but any pain you feel will not be subsided by any drugs we have here. Any idea why that is?"

"Not really."

"Son, do you know your name?" Steve looked perplexed.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, doc what happened? Who am I?"

"It's a mystery to us all son." Whoever he was, there was something different about him and the doctors knew that, the level of brain activity was too high for a normal human, and for to not know who he was, that really worried the doctor. The doctor slowly left the room and left the man to be on his own to process everything that had just happened.

It had been two weeks since the wedding, Natasha and Bruce had gone on a honeymoon trip to Europe and they had just returned. Natasha tried her best and so did Bruce, but both knew something was wrong and completely off with this whole situation. They were semi-at peace. Meanwhile back in New York Pepper and Tony where hard at work running Start Industries. They reminisced about the wedding, and Pepper had finally come clean to Tony about everything that had happened between Steve and Natasha during the wedding. Tony was as disappointed as Pepper was with Steve and Natasha. Both had caused each other so much pain and agony and both refused to let the other one back into their lives. Tony had been trying to tag Steve since he left the wedding but for some reason he couldn't. The videos around the area were horrible at best and the fog of he night wasn't helping.

"Tony sir I located footage of Captain Rogers." F.R.I.D.A.Y. had announced.

"Queue it up Friday." Tony responded, elated to have finally found footage of him. As the reel played and Tony continued to look he couldn't hold back tears. His friend, comrade in arms, leader, and childhood hero drove off a cliff. Tony could see that he was clearly intoxicated from the Asguardian that he had been drinking all night.

"Oh god! Friday tell me there's more?"

"I 'm afraid not sir. This is the last of the footage of the Captain on the mountain. Video analysis and geographical overlay highlight that the Captain seems to have mistakenly driven off a cliff in the last moments of the footage. The map shows the drop to be about 100 feet, over rough terrain and jagged edges, before finally converging again with the main road into town."

"Are you sure Friday?"

"Yes sir. The probability of anyone surviving that drop, even the Captain is…"

"I know Friday. Could you please get Pepper down here?"

"Right away sir." As he waited for Pepper to arrive he couldn't process what had just happened.

"Tony? What's going on? Friday just called me down here, and said it was urgent."

"Pep, just take a seat and watch this." She so and as the footage cut out, she was left speechless.

"Tony he didn't just…"

"He did Pep, he was intoxicated and drove right off the cliff."

"Could have…"

"Even for Steve it would have been very difficult to survive."

"Oh god no. He can't be. Tony tell me he's alive."

"I don't know Pep, I searching medical entrances for a Steven Grant Rogers now. But as far as I can tell there are no ambulances dispatched to that area, even if he did survive the chances that he bleed out before being rescued or discovered are still high."

"We can't give up just yet."

"I know Pep." Tony searched and searched for the rest of the day, he finally gave up and flew over to the area saw blood everywhere and his crushed bike. He saw torn clothing. If Steve survived it wasn't for long based on the state of the site. There was crime scene tape everywhere, which only pushed him to believe that the state thought whoever this was, was dead.

When he came home, he and Pepper shared a bottle of wine toasting to Steve's memory. The one thing that kept playing through Pepper's head was how was she supposed to keep this from Natasha, and when Natasha found out, how was she supposed to explain it to her.

Natasha returned later that evening to the tower. Natasha wasn't particularly keen on living in the Avengers tower, she preferred to live on her own or at the Avengers facility, but Bruce loved the R&D portion of the tower and she wanted him to be happy also. When they arrived Pepper and Tony greeted them happily, but she could sense something was off about the two. They were clearly hiding something. As the days rolled passed each other Natasha still continued to worry over Steve and the fact that he hadn't made contact with the team or with shield or anyone for that matter since that night.

Finally Natasha had, had enough of this cold shoulder attitude. She went over to Steve's apartment and knocked first, she knocked and waited for 20 minuets before finally picking the lock and going inside. She looked around the apartment and everything seemed in order expect that foul smell. It was coming form the fridge. When she opened the fridge there was some rotten food there and that had shocked Natasha, she knew something was wrong, because Steve would never have allowed that to happen.

She went back to the tower and couldn't get over the guilt that was eating at her insides. Finally at the end of the week she gave up on this solace and approached Pepper, who for some reason was still acting very weirdly.

"Hey Pepper can I ask you and Tony a favor?"

"Yeah shoot."

"Well, I know that after everything I should try to put this behind me but for some reason I can't and well I just need to know, I just need to talk to him. So can you track down Steve for me?" It was what Pepper had been dreading for so long since she and Tony had found out.

Steve was starring in the mirror of the small hospital room. It had been almost three weeks and the doctors said by some miracle he was fully healed and ready to be discharged. The hospital warned him though that some things could trigger a panic attack if he's not careful, the crash was pretty traumatic. They referenced him to a physiologist to visit weekly. They sent him into the nearest town to start to adjust to life again. There was legally no way for them to continue to hold on to him, no matter what the doctors really wanted to do. Steve couldn't remember his name or anything about his past or life, but he knew how to function in society that was not an issue. So Steve went to work. He started to work as a lumberjack in the nearby town for some company. They set him up with some money and a place to stay and to Steve everything felt right.

To everyone in town and in his new life he was James Grant and James well because it was generic and no one cared. He took on the name Grant, because well something seemed right about it.

Natasha watched the film five times before finally turning it off and watching the geographical analysis that F.R.I.D.A.Y. presented. Tony and Pepper watched her fall apart. They tried their best but it was futile. She finally accepted that after everything, Steve, her Steve was dead.