Here's a Captain America fanfic. Duh :). Hope you guys enjoy! I hope to get the next chapter up and done by tonight. Please read and review so I know what I'm doing right and wrong!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or quotes.

Steve watched the Tesseract burn through the hull of the ship and fall into the open sky. There was nothing he could do, so it was on to the next objective. He quickly moved to the front of the ship, setting down his shield and taking off his helmet before sitting down. There were so many buttons on the control panel, but the only one that interested him was a small map showing his location. New York City was his target and as of now, he was in the middle of nowhere. turning on his mic, he phoned in the number for the H.Y.D.R.A base, which was where Peggy and everyone else would be.

"Come in, this is Captain Rogers! Do you read me?," he said into the mic, waiting for a response.

Static sounded on the end of the line before someone picked up. "Captain Rogers, what is your-" they were cut off by Peggy.

"Steve, is that you? Are you alright?" she asked into the microphone.

"Peggy!," Steve said, glad to hear her voice. "The Red Skull is dead."

She seemed to be happy about this, but he could still hear the worry in her voice. "Good. What about the plane?"

Steve hesitated a little, looking down at all of the knobs and the various lights that said 'autopilot'. "That's going to be a little bit tougher to explain."

"Give me your coordinates, and I can find you a safe landing site," Peggy replied.

Steve realized that there was no safe place to land this plane, as the bombs may have also been on a timer. "There's not gonna be a safe landing," he started. "But I can try and force it down somehow."

His reply took Peggy by surprise and it took her a second to answer. "I'll-I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do for sure."

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving way too fast and it's heading for New York," Steve paused as the realization of what he had to do came to mind. "I have to put her in the water. It's the only way to make sure everyone is safe."

"Please don't do this. W-we have time. We can work it out," Peggy pleaded.

"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die. I can do something to help them. Peggy, this is my choice," he said, hoping to convince her of something even he wasn't entirely sure about.

Steve looked out at the flat sky once again and forced the plane towards the ground. It thundered and shook beneath him as he neared the ground. "Peggy…" he said.

She replied, "I'm here."

The ocean littered with glaciers came into view as the plane exited the clouds. "I'm going to need a rain check on that dance."

"All right," she said, stuttering slightly. "A week next Saturday at The Stork Club," she said. Steve could hear the tears in her voice and the sadness that begged him to not drop and farther.

"You've got it".

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?" she said, trying to sound as professional as possible.

"Yes, ma'am," Steve replied, trying to lighten the dark mood. "You know, I still don't know how to dance," he replied, smiling slightly.

Peggy in return, also smiled at his remark. "I can show you how. Just promise me that you'll be there."

"We'll have the band play something slow," he said as the plane closed in. He could feel the air growing colder as the ice came to meet him.

"I'd hate to step on your…" he tried to finish. It was too late. The plane crashed into the frozen wasteland.

"Steve?" Peggy asked, desperately wanting a reply. "Steve?" A tear dropped from her face as she rattled the radio, trying to get past the static sound. "Steve," she tried again. It was no use. The plane was gone.

In the hallway, hearing their conversation, Colonel Phillips bowed his head and walked silently down the hall.