Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. Only my OC, Agent Clarissa Melanie Connors and her story line belongs to me.

Steve and I hurriedly went back to headquarters where everyone was starting to file in the Operations Room, taking seats at the table provided. Steve sat at the end of the table facing the board that had a bunch of information on Hydra. I sat to his left while Howard sat in front of me. Chester was by the board, informing everyone what he gathered from Zola.

"Johann Schmidt belongs in a bughouse," Chester began, "He thinks he's a god, and he's willing to blow up half the world to prove it, starting with the USA."

"Schmidt's working with powers beyond our capabilities. He gets across the Atlantic, he will wipe out the entire Eastern Seaboard in an hour," Added Howard, looking at me and the rest of the people.

"How much time we got?" Asked Gabe.

"According to my new best friend,
under 24 hours," Chester informed us.

"Where is he now?" Howard asked him.

"Hydra's last base is here," Chester pointed to the picture on the bulletin board, "In the Alps, 500 feet below the surface."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Dum Dum said, "I mean, it's not like
we can just knock on the front door."

"Why not?" Steve said suddenly, making me and everyone else look at him.

"That's exactly what we're going to do," Steve said, his voice full of determination.

I smirked at him and looked at the people at the table, "Well, fellas, I guess we better suit up; we've got work to do."

I tapped the table as I stood up, everyone following in suit. I lightly squeezed Steve's shoulder as I passed by him to change into my uniform.

Steve got ready and changed into his uniform with the rest of the Howling Commandos. I, on the other hand, wasn't going with them this time. Steve ordered me to go with Chester and the rest of the troops.

"How many times have we had this conversation?" I asked him, rolling my eyes after I received my orders, "I can handle myself, Steve."

"I know you can handle yourself, Clary. But regardless of that it'll make me worry about you so I need you to go with Chester, at least then I know you're in good hands," He argued back, putting his shield on his back.

I took hold of his hands and looked him in the eye.

"Stay safe, blue eyes. You're not the only one who's worried," I told him.

Steve chuckled and pecked my cheek.

"Don't be late," He joked.

With that he left my room and went to his motorcycle and sped off to the Hydra base.

~0~

Chester and I and the rest of the troops waited patiently at the edge of the forest for our signal. I tried to refrain from pacing, so I had to keep tapping my foot, glancing back at Chester who held the two-way radio. Finally, Jim's voiced yelled through the speakers.

"We're in! Assault team, go!"

"Alright, you heard him! Move out!" I yelled to the rest.

A lot of the men were shot by the guns Hydra agents possessed as we ran through. I did my best to avoid the shots and to keep an eye out for Chester. We made it inside the base, slightly unscathed, just a few cuts here and there. Thankfully I was muddied so people couldn't see my wounds healing. I saw Steve hiding behind a wall to keep himself safe from a guy who was trying to set him on fire. I quickly shot him a few times before he went down.

"You're late," He joked once he walked up to me.

I rolled my eyes at him but made sure he wasn't hurt badly.

"I think you were about to do something, Captian," I reminded him.

Steve looked at me, dazed before he shook his head slightly.

"Right,"

He dropped a kiss on my forehead before heading off. The rest of us dispersed and tried to find as many agents as we could. Chester came up to me and dragged me off.

"C'mon, Schmidt's trying to leave on a plane, Rogers is trying to get him," He told me.

"What! I know Steve's fast, but surely he can't run after a plane!" I yelled.

"I know, which is why we're using this," Chester stopped in front of a car and started hot wiring it.

"Brilliant," I smiled widely, sitting in the back.

Chester immediately sped off, trying to catch up to Steve and Schmidt.

"Get in!" He yelled to Steve who was just standing on the side, looking lost and not knowing what to do.

We finally caught up to the plane, Steve readying himself to jump on board.

"Keep it steady!" He yelled on top of the wind to Chester.

Just before he leaped, I yelled.

"Wait!"

Steve stopped, looking back at me to see why I stopped him. I stood up from my seat and pressed my lips firmly onto his. He was slightly taken aback but responded after a second.

"You better come back, you hear me?" I told him.

"I'll always come back to you Clary," He said, solemnly before kissing me again.

Steve looked at Chester briefly, a bit dazed.

"I'm not kissing you!" Chester joked, snapping him out.

Steve slowly climbed in the front of the car, waiting for the perfect moment to jump on the tires of the plane. He got on right when the plane left the runway, making Chester press on the brakes harshly. We almost fell off, but thankfully we didn't. Chester looked back at me, making sure I was okay.

"We should head back to the control room, see if Steve got a chance to contact us," I said, my voice void of any emotions.

Chester nodded slowly before stepping on the gas pedal, heading back inside the base. Once we reached the control room, we had to wait a good 45 minutes before Steve contacted us. Chester did whatever he could to calm my nerves, but it didn't really work. It was only the sound of Steve's voice that managed to calm me down.

"Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?"

My head snapped up when Steve's voice came through the speakers.

"Captain Rogers, what is your..." Jim spoke but I kicked him out of the chair before he could finish.

"Steve, is that you? Are you all right?" I asked worriedly.

"Clary, Schmidt's dead!"

"Thank goodness, and what about the plane?" I asked almost hesitantly.

Steve paused for a moment and I could almost see him tilt his head.

"That's a little bit tougher to explain," He got out.

"Give me your coordinates," I told him, ready to press the buttons around me, "I'll find you a safe landing site."

"There's not gonna be a safe landing, but I can try and force it down," He told me.

I could feel my heart slowly start to sink. I felt movement behind me which only led me to believe that Chester and Jim left.

"I-I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do," I stuttered a bit, trying to sound confident in what I was saying.

Clary, there's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York," Steve told me before pausing again.

"I got to put her in the water," He said painfully

I felt tears gather in my eyes, my eyesight starting to get blurry

"Steve, please, don't do this to me," I told him, my voice starting to shake, "We have time. W-we can work it out."

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die," Steve said seriously.

I closed my eyes, not wanting this to be true.

"Clary," Steve called quietly, "This is my choice."

We didn't speak for a moment, giving me time to take in what was actually happening.

"Clary?" Steve called.

I sniffled, trying to compose myself.

"I'm here," I said.

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that date," He joked.

I shook my head, thinking how on Earth could he be joking at a time like this, but I smiled and laughed nonetheless.

"All right," I said weakly, "I was thinking a week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club."

"You got it," Steve agreed.

"8:00 on the dot and don't you dare be late. Understood? We can dance while we're there, in the two years we've been together we never danced," I humored him, the tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm glad because then you'd see how bad of a dancer I am," He replied.

I chuckled quietly, trying not to sob

"I'll show you how. Just be there," I said, my voice cracking in the middle of my sentence.

"We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to step on your feet," He said, laughing a bit.

I couldn't help but smile. I'm glad he could laugh at a time like this.

"Clary," Steve's voice called out, panic clearly seeping through.

"Steve? What's happening?" I asked in alarm.

"I'm so sorry, I lo-"

Steve's voice was cut off before he could finish. I stood up from the chair, starting to press any button I could see to try and get the signal back.

"Steve? Steve!" I cried into the microphone, "No, no! You can't do this to me, Steve Rogers! Please, come back! Come back to me!"

I slid onto my knees, slowly giving up. I grabbed the microphone and hugged it to my chest.

"I love you, Steve Rogers," I said quietly to the microphone.

Chester came back after a while and help me stand up. I wiped the remaining tears off my face and masked my face with no emotions of any sorts. We flew back to London and no one spoke to me. Howard greeted us at the tarmac and pulled me into a hug. I almost cried then and there but I kept myself together.

"We will find him, you understand me Mels? I will do everything in my power to find him," Howard told me, sincerely.

I nodded at him and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Howie," I told him, kissing his cheek before going to my room and locking myself in there for the night and bawled my eyes out.

~0~

A few days passed before we got the news that Europe won the war. VE Day was wonderful, everyone was celebrating the win. The Commandos invited me out for a drink, but I politely declined. I needed to do work. I needed the distraction. I was busy filing things from a box when Chester came by and placed a file in my hand along with a box. He placed his hand on my shoulder, trying to be comforting. I gave him a small smile. I gingerly opened the file and the first thing I noticed was a picture of Steve. It was one before he went through the procedure. My eyes watered, I ran my fingers along the picture, taking it out of the file and keeping it for myself.

I opened the box Chester also brought. Inside were some of Steve's personal belongings. His army uniform, his sketchbooks and such. I decided against looking through his sketchbook, feeling it would be an invasion of privacy. I packed up the box and brought it to my room for safe keeping.

A few knocks on my door made me look up from the box in front of me. I took the lid and closed it before opening the door to see who it was. Howard, wearing a leather jacket and a scarf stood in front of me, a slight smile was present on his face.

"You all set Mels?" He asked.

I opened the door wider, allowing him to come inside. He walked passed me straight to my bed and sat down.

"Yeah, let me just grab my bag," I told him, walking around my place.

"I see Phillips gave you his personal belongings," Howard said quietly.

I stopped in my place, forgetting momentarily that I never put the box away. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

"Yeah, yeah he did. I just thought it'd be best if they stayed with me you know?"

I played with my fidgeting fingers, not wanting to look up.

"I already told Phillips that we were ready to go once you got your bags so we don't need to stop by him," Howard informed me.

I nodded at him, tightly gripping my bag, "Alright, let's go."

Howard stood from my bed and placed his hand on my back, leading me out of my room and on our way to the plane.

~0~

The plane ride to the ship was as good as it got. I was quite nervous being on a plane ever since Steve's crash. Howard was a real comfort throughout the entire ride, keeping my thoughts far away from Steve. When we arrived at the dock of the ship, I took a released a sigh I didn't realize I was holding. I entered the ship and was in awe of all the technology around me. There were a few crewmembers flittering around the place. Howard didn't waste any time and immediately ordered the crew to sail off to the first grid point.

"We're planning on going to all the places where we found wreckage of the plane, as well as following the energy signature," Howard explained to me.

I nodded, looking over the many monitors in front of me. I gave Howard a small, but genuine smile.

"Thank you, for doing this Howie," I told him.

He smiled back.

"Anything for you Mels, and the Captain was my friend too," He told me.

We've been drifting through the cold waters of the Arctic, using the mechanical claws to sift through any of the wreckage we come across, but after 4 hours, we found nothing.

"How is Maria?" I asked Howard when he brought her up in the conversation.

Howard smiled fondly at the thought of her, which made me happy that Howard has finally found someone.

"She's great, misses you though," He told me.

"She still keeping you in her place?" I teased him.

Howard laughed and nodded, I chuckled myself.

"Good, I taught her well then," I joked.

A crewmember in charge of the claws interrupted our mini conversation. The tone of his voice implied that he found something, which made my heart beat faster.

"Sir, Ma'am."

Howard and I walked over to him and looked at the monitor he was indicating. The mechanical claw held up what seemed to be the Cube Red Skull used.

"I want that cube, take it up, and lock it, under my authority no one is to see that thing again," I told the man.

Said man looked at Howard for confirmation. I glanced at Howard and nodded my head.

"Do as she said, and take us to the next grid point," Howard told the Captain.

"But sir, there's no more traces of wreckage, a-and the energy signature stops here," The man tried to argue.

"I don't care, keep looking," I said, my face void of any emotion but my voice full of pain.

I will find you Steve...

AN: Thank you so much for all of those who read this story! This is the last chapter of the Captain America movie. I will be taking a 2 week hiatus just so I could have multiple chapters ready for the Iron Man part of the story! Thanks again and see you guys soon! -E