"I can't be everywhere at once. I can't be everything you want me to be. But. I can be me. Broken, but fully me." -Victor Hugo

Gone - JR JR

"Just Breathe." Rosie thought as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her chest clenching and her heart racing as she forced breathes in and out each time. The anxiety attack that rippled through her body, left her defenseless in her bathroom.

Her blue hues glazed over with the ever falling tears. She felt herself slump down and look up at the ceiling. Her body beginning to shake with violent sobs.

Sixty Eight Years.

She had spent sixty eight years. Living in the memory of a father she thought she would never know.

Sixty Eight Years, watching the people around her, wither and begin to die. While she stayed young, and looking twenty two.

Howard Stark, the father figure in her life. Her Father. Had always been there, helping her mother. Letting her sit up on his shoulders as he designed. Or played tag with her in the office. She watched him grow older, wither, and eventually be killed.

Rosie had known his son Tony. And adored him very much, but their family was too close to the spotlight. Something she needed to stay away from. If anyone found out that she was Captain America's daughter, and carried the serum... She would have been tested and probed. To being eventually killed.

She had ended up being the rape child of Peggy Carter. Supposedly, her mother was raped one night as she was drowned in the sorrows of loosing Steve, it was very prevalent at the time. Although from a very young age, Rosie, knew that's not how it happened. Yet, she was told to go along with it. Going by the name Rosie Carter, instead of Rogers.

Tony Stark was in the spotlight from the day he was born. The heir to the billions of dollars his father had, really spiked a public interest. Shortly after his seventh birthday she stopped all of he visits. Knowing it was the better for the both of them.

But, it only provoked the search for Steve Rogers more in the mind of Howard Stark. To which eventually drove him mad. Something Katie always took to the heart. That maybe. If she didn't exist... Howard would have loved Tony. Would have been the father he needed.

So on the eve of her forty-third birthday she received the news that broke her. Howard & Maria Stark were dead. Along with their faithful butler, Edwin Jarvis. One of the few men that made a major impact in her life.

But there was always her Uncle Chess. Who she learned to call 'Grandpa'. His warm smile and snarky comments, the candies he always kept for her in his pockets, and the ever so present smell of tobacco made her love him even more. He also told amazing stories about her father. Something she hungered for.

They all told her small bits of how she was similar. Her blonde hair, eyes, body type. But there was the emotional things that were similar. When she thought too hard, she would furrow her brow. Or how she always had amazing works of art.

But she gained many things from her wonderful, loving mother, Peggy Carter.

Her smile, and how it tugged gently on the side of her lips. The shape of her mouth, the waves that rolled through her hair, the perseverance and attitude. And a wonderful British-American accent which she flipped though at will.

Peggy Carter was a amazing mother. Even from a young age, Rosie could see how much effort was put into raising her, and how much everyone around seemed to help. (Even if the commandos would just rile her up.) She loved her mother dearly, and her step father and half siblings just as much. Peggy didn't marry until she was almost twelve. She was very well aware that her life would change. And that Aunt Angie would visit quite as often, and she wouldn't stay the long nights at the office with her mother. But she loved him, and her brother and sister.

But in 1993, Rosie Carter was pronounced dead by Shield. At least that's what everyone thought. Peggy, Coulson, Fury, Hill, and Pierce. Only knew the true story of her 'death'. So she disappeared. Quit Shield completely and startled life anew.

When her mother retired as her dementia got worse. Rosie soon became her great niece. Since she was far too young to be the eldest daughter of one Peggy Carter.

Rosie stayed closer to DC, where her mother was and did odds and ends jobs. Trying to find the right fit for her. As nothing seemed to ever work out.

Thinking this, Rosie stood in her bathroom. Her eyes, stained red from the tears. She thought to herself for a moment before she gave a small nod and spoke softly to herself.

"I'm going to see him."

"I didn't think you'd actually go through with this Rosie." Phil Coulson said, as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Causing her to jump slightly as she was looking off into the distance. "Sorry." He apologized quickly and pulled his hand away.

"It's fine, Phil. Really. I didn't think I'd be doing this either. It's just- He deserves to know I exist..." She paused and took in a breath. "I am his daughter." Rosie said quieter. Before she turned around and hugged Phil tightly. And as he hugged back, she relaxed in his grip.

Fury cleared his throat as he shut the door behind him. On the other side of the door. Was her father.

"Roselyn Rogers, He's ready for you." Fury said in his deep voice. Causing Rosie to almost jump. His looming figure was something far too familiar to the Super-Human.

"Rosie Carter." She quickly corrected, putting the emphasis on the name she had grown so comforted to.

"Take it easy though. He's a bit shaken up." Phil said softly.

"I would be too if I didn't have to live through the sixty eight years..." She said distantly. Before taking a deep breath, her shoulders trying to relax as it was physically and emotionally tense.

"Good luck." Phil said softly to her, as she turned the doorknob and entered the small room.

She sucked in a small breath as she looked at her surroundings, closing the door behind her. Rosie first saw the giant window in front of her, with an amazing view of New York. But in the room, there was a small seating area. A brown leather couch, a few matching chairs, and a few fake plants arranged to make the room seem more homey, than a meeting room.

But on the couch, sat a figure. Head in hands.

Her Father.

They looked at each other in, as Steve stood. Blue hues, met their matching pair. As if they were identical. Rosie stepped slightly forward as she examined him. She had seen him before. In tapes, posters, and the screen the other day. But this was the first time he's ever seen her. He only found out about her a few moments before. It was a lot to thrust on him. But he needed to know.

They had the same blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and built. But they seemed to share almost nothing else. Most of her looks had come from her mother. 'Lucky Her.' as Uncle Howard used to say.

"Umm. Hi." He said after the long moments of silence they shared. Rosie looked up at met his eyes again, she waited to speak for a few moments before she eventually did.

"Hello."

"Roselyn, Right?" Steve spoke quieter. Testing the name on his tongue, as it was foreign sounding. Trying to be careful as he did. Calm, steady, and precise.

"Roselyn, Nick told you Roselyn?" She asked with a small smile forming on her lips.

"Yeah he said that-"

"It is Roselyn." She gave a small laugh." But only mum and Nick call me that though." Rosie said with the smile taking a step towards him, as he seemed to relax with each step she took towards him. Her 5'8 form just across from his 6'2. She gave a small smile and looked up at him. "Call Me Rosie."

"Rosie..." He said quietly to himself. "Beautiful Name."

"Thank you. Nice to meet you-"

"Steve. You can call me Steve." He said nervously as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and gave her a small smile.

Rosie let out a breath of relief. She was far from ready to call him dad yet. Steve... would suit him fine for now. It was formal, but no too formal.

"Would you like to sit?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah, Yeah Sure." She said. Taking a seat across from him. Remembering he was from a different time. He treated women differently. Something that she seemed to forget over the years. Men were so polite in her teenage years. But as the years seemed to roll by, people seemed to forget their old traditions. Rosie, however cross her legs and began to study his body language. She could tell he was set on edge by her. He was nervous, afraid to make a mistake.

"So Um." She trailed off for a second."Nick said you have have questions?" Of course he did. She had questions too. But she waited for his answer. Somewhat patiently.

"Yeah. I have a few." He paused as he looked down to his hands, as he played with his fingers. "If you don't mind, that is." Steve said nervously. Looking up at her. Rosie gave a small shake of her head, as her body eased more into the chair, giving him a smile.

"Fury said you were um..."

"Like you?" Rosie offered up. Steve nodded. "Yeah. I have the serum runnin' through my veins. Put mum through hell." She gave a small chuckle.

"If you're anything like me, I wouldn't doubt it." Steve said with a grin making it's way across his lips.

"And the commandos just fired me up. Boy, did it ever just drive Mum insane." She smiled and thought back. "They found it hilarious, that at five I could almost lift a motorbike. And could run faster than anyone on the base. It only drove me to be worse."

"Dugan?" He tossed up.

"Dugan." She said with a smile. "And Uncle Howard. He gave me a Shield. Just like yours. Told me I could be just like you." Rosie spoke.

"Uncle Howard?"

"Stark. He and everyone else helped Mum out after I was born. I was kind of Shield's baby. Everyone knew me, and I knew them. They helped mum raise me, and keep me a secret." She looked up. "I was about seven. And I wanted to be you so badly. I asked Mum if I could take your name. Rogers. I just wanted to have a part of you."

"You don't go by Rogers?" He asked, with a slight hint of disappointment in the tone of his voice.

" If anyone found out that I was 'Captain America's daughter', and carried your serum... I would have been tested and probed." She paused for a minute and looked down. "Probably killed." Steve nodded in understanding at this. "I ended up being a rape child..." She paused and watched his face cringe. "Supposedly, mum was raped one night after loosing you... So I went by Carter, instead of Rogers. And it just sorta. Stuck."

They both sat in silence. Steve looking down at his shoes. Rosie, watching his body language.

"What?" She asked. Curiously as he sat there a few moments before looking up.

"You just look so young to be..."

"Sixty Eight?" Rosie offered up.

"Yeah." He said with a small smile.

"I stopped aging around eighteen. One of the side effects of the Serum. Longer life span than the average human." She sighed softly. "Lonely life."

"Better with two." Steve replied, and that caused her to give a small smile. But then she watched his face fall. "Rosie.."

"Yeah?" She replied quietly.

"Peggy-Your mother-" He paused and watched her face fall. "Is she?"

"No. Mum's still alive." Rosie spoke giving him hopeful look. "But, I'd rather not talk about her now..."

"Alright." He gave a small nod of understanding even if he craved the information.

"I should umm. Get going ya know?" Rosie spoke quietly, standing quickly collecting herself as she felt the pain of the past hit her in waves. Everything coming and crashing on her once, more. "Getting late."

Steve stood up as well. Following her to the door, but keeping a few feet in distance. Slightly hurt that she wasn't looking at him anymore. And that her focus was on the doorknob.

"We should..."

"Do this again sometime?" Steve offered up.

"Yeah. " She said quietly leaving the room, shutting the door with a gentle click and made her way down the silent hallway.

Eyes pricking with tears as she made her way home to her small apartment and cried herself to sleep.