Everyone remembers the first time they fall in love. It's an experienced unique to everyone in this world and no matter how hard you try, it isn't one you could ever fake. For my particular story, it might not have been the most romantic of scenarios, but for me it was an event in my life that I will never forget.

After James had left for war, I had wept and I had mourned the feeling of emptiness. Things to me and especially in this house, were no longer the same. Everything was too quiet and I found myself forgetting at times that – no matter how long I waited – James wouldn't walk through the front door, exhausted from a long day at work. Instead he was off in the unknown, dirty and fighting for that of his life and country. I tried constantly to forget the whole ordeal. I would tell myself every night that things were alight, that he was safe; even if everything in my body was telling me otherwise.

When a week had past, I had begun to receive letters from James. They were long and loving and filled with the details of his victories or how much he loved me. Some days I would find myself worrying at the things he would sometimes tell me and others, I would instead smile wide as they were so charming.

Unfortunately to my great sadness and guilt, on July 1943, I had lost the child I had come to conceive. It was sudden, quick and without warning. For days I had mourned again for the child I had lost and for days, I wondered to myself what went wrong. Of course no one knew, it was an anomaly that the Doctors could never tell me the answer to. Only that "It was not meant to be" even if it was the only thing I wanted and a part of me felt that I had failed; both myself and James.

Living up to his word, Steven Rogers visited every week to see how I was doing. For hours we would talk and sip away on a cup of tea. Sometimes we would even go out to the park or Markets for a walk. Although he was kind and the conversations were never dull, it simply wasn't the same without James and I think that stood for both me and Steve

A month had past when, one day Steve had told me that a Doctor name Erskine, had offered him a 'once in a life time opportunity'. With his body firm and his face filled with accomplishment, he had turned and said to me that "This is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for" and until this very day I would never forget how proud he was that he had finally been accepted.

As the time rolled past and the letters came and went, things had slowly begun to change. It wasn't long when Steven Rogers had been completely transformed and he had become the hero, Captain America. It was astounding and shocking at first. Out of all my years at working in the Hospital, I had never seen anyone do that to a person. He went from being the small blonde boy from Brooklyn to a man of muscle and America's most idolised.

After being shoved into a tight red, blue and white fabric suit to dance around on stage. Some of which I had attended. Steve had eventually been summoned to help fight in the real war. Leaving with a heart throbbing goodbye, we had parted ways and I went back to being completely alone – again.

A gruelling year had past when the letters I had waited for so anxiously, never came. It was the second time this had happened, the first was not long before Steve had left and it had put me on the edge of my seat. When asking why they had been stopped, they wouldn't give me a clear answer and insisted that 'They got lost during transport'. Of course that never soothed my nerves and as much as I had scolded myself, I couldn't help but think the worst.

Rolling up my sleeves I went to work on scrubbing the dirty clothes. Sighing, I could feel the sweat form on my brow as I worked. Jumping in my spot, a loud knock had echoed from the front of the house and I rushed to answer it. Swinging the door open wide, the smile I had on my face had dropped a million miles down along with my heart, and my world had shattered into a million pieces

"Please except our condolences"

72 years later

I still remember that day as if it had only just happened. I don't think anyone could ever forget a pain as deep as what I had felt. Even now the pang still clung to my aged old heart.

Breathing in a raspy breath, I opened my eyes to be welcomed with only the lights from the beeping monitors next to me and that of the hall way. Everything else was in darkness as I laid resting and frail on my hospital bed. Coughing, I felt the fabric under my fingers as I my brows furrowed together. Turning my head, I looked onto the transformed city outside the window. Nothing was like it used to be, things had changed and so did I.

Smiling, I had lived my life to the fullest and was a very happy women because of it. After hearing of the death of my former fiancé James Barnes, I had eventually moved on to find solace and love in that of David. Despite never having children of our own, I still loved David and his son Peter with every inch of my heart. We had raised him to be a good man and he went on to have children of his own, both of which I adored with every fibre in my bones.

"You came back" I spoke with an all too used voice. Leaning forward from the darkness of the corner, the light from the city lit the face I would always and forever love. The man who despite years, hadn't changed one bit.

"…I promised you I would"

THE END

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