Not sure how many chapters this is going to be, so we'll find out as I write it. I've had this fusion in mind for a while now and finally decided to go for it. Hope y'all enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not and will never own any of the characters within this story.

Chapter 1

Sometime in 1943…

Captain America had just defeated The Red Skull, and was now in control of a rather large plane that was loaded with weapons that were initially meant to destroy major cities in the United States.

He was somewhere over the Arctic when the Captain radioed in to his contact. "Come in, this is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?"

A man's voice initially answered. "Captain Rogers! What is your lo…"

He was then cut off by a very familiar female voice. "Steve? Is that you? Are you alright?"

"Mim! Schmidts dead!"

"What about the plane?"

Steve shook his head to one side, looking worried. "That's… a bit harder to explain."

"Give me your coordinates and I'll find you a safe place to land and…"

Again Steve shook his head to one side, almost a tic. "There's not going to be a safe landing, but I can try to force it down."

Then Mim started to sound a little panicked. "I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do."

"Sorry Miriam, but there's not enough time. This thing is moving too fast, and it's headed for New York."

"We… we can work something out Steve, I know we can." Tears were now starting to drop down one of her cheeks.

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die." There was a long pause between the two, then Steve continued. "Miriam… this is my choice."

Steve then pulled out a pocket watch, in which he had placed a small picture of the woman he was now talking to, next to the instrument cluster in front of him. He then overrode the auto-pilot by pushing the yoke forward, putting the plane into a dive.

"I gotta put this thing in the water."

Now Mim was starting to sound even more worried. "Please… don't do this. We… we have time."

"Miriam?" Steve asked as the plane started to shake.

The woman sat down. "I'm here Steve."

"I'm gonna to take a rain-check on that dance I promised you."

"Alright…. " Her voice hitched a little. "I… I'll see you in a week. Next Saturday, at The Stork Club."

Steve smiled. "You got it. I'll be there."

"Eight o'clock, on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?" Deep in her heart Miriam Possible knew she wouldn't see Steve Rogers again.

"Heh… You know… I still don't know how to dance."

Miriam sniffed back a couple more tears, and her voice was starting to shake. "I… I'll show you how. Just be there."

By now the white and blue ground of the frozen Arctic was looming large in front of Steve, but his voice stayed strong. "We'll have the band play something slow. I hate to step on your…" The radio then suddenly went static.

"Steve? Steve…" Tears were now fully flowing from Miriam's dark green eyes. "Steve…"

…x x x x…

Sometime in the future, somewhere between sixty or seventy years…

Kim Possible's grandmother was lying in a hospital bed, relating this story to her.

"So wait a minute here Nana… Your husband… my Grandfather Possible Pop Pop… was Mim's brother?!"

"Twin brother, to be exact, Kimmy." Her grandmother then went into a bit of a coughing fit. "I'm sorry Honey… I think I need to take my medicine, and I'm getting a bit tired." She then reached over and pressed the nurses call button.

"Does anyone else know about this?" Kim asked before walking out the door.

"May… cough maybe the military, or… even GJ? Possibly? cough" As Kim started to push the door open to leave she continued. "Oh… one last thing Kimmy… Another reason Miriam disappeared cough, was because she was pregnant. Her twin brother and his wife then raised the son she had, and his name was… cough… was… James."

The nurse responding to the elder Possible's call pushed the door open, surprising the red head "I'm sorry Kim… I need to help your grandmother."

Kim then left the room, and was in deep thought the entire time while walking out to her car. After she got in and sat down, it finally dawned on her, and she actually voiced her thought out loud.

"I… I'm a direct descendant of… of Steve Rogers… THE Captain America?!"

To be continued…

Sorry Chapter 1 is kinda short, but this seemed like a good place for a break.

Oh, one more thing… at times there may be long pauses in-between chapters, so I apologize in advance for that.