Author's Notes: I cannot believe that I haven't uploaded this fic on here yet. It's quite possibly my favorite Rebelcaptain AU that I've written - and I've written a ton, just haven't gotten around to posting them on here yet since most of them were smaller one-shots. This one got way out of hand and I have had such a blast writing it. Why not combine two things I love so very much and break my heart? This starts out small, but the chapters get a lot more...extensive afterwards. Remember, this was supposed to be a one-shot - a three sentence one-shot, actually. Oops.

Disclaimer: I own neither Star Wars or Captain America. I would make them just as sad though.

late: adj., doing something or taking place after the expected, proper, or usual time

Jyn has never cared about being late or on time to things in her entire life, but the moment she wakes up and finds herself sixty years in the future and realizes what has happened, the first thing that pops into her shell-shocked head is, I had a date.

One might say that her entire life revolved around being late – a late bloomer in looks, late getting into the war, late into finding love, late in saving the life of one of her closest friends, late late late – but it's that simple, little thought that cuts into her soul and causes her to stop running. People are shouting at her, others are giving her confused looks, and all she can think about is that date.

He was going to teach her how to dance. She was going to let him hold her like she'd desperately and furiously wanted him to for so long. She was going to let him guide her on the floor as he had helped guide her in war. They were going to become partners in true.

"It's a date," Jyn said through gritted teeth over the comm as she began to force the plane down.

"Jyn, I–" His voice was torn and she couldn't take it. There were a thousand and one things that he wanted to say to her, that she wanted to say to him, and only a few more seconds to get them all out in the air. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. It was too late.

"And don't be late," she cut him off. "I'm not one for waiting."

She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Of course. I'll be there, waiting for you. Don't stand me up, okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Only seconds left. She would make it, she told herself, if it meant clawing her way out of the ice, if it meant dying and coming back to life, if it meant being with him for one more minute. But there were no more minutes. And she was scared and she had only been scared a few times in her life when she should've been scared a hell of a lot more. "Cassian–"

The plane hit the ice and everything went black.

And here she is now, in a strange yet somehow familiar city, in a strange time yet same world, and there is nothing left for her to say or do. The clock ran out sixty years ago. He's not waiting at the dance hall for her. She wonders if he went out of a sense of duty, if he danced with anyone or just stood there in the corner as the end of the war was celebrated around him. She can see him doing that, standing stock still and only putting on a smile and raising his glass when people looked his way.

Jyn closes her eyes, putting away everything in this world, and latches onto the past in a vain hope. Cassian, she thinks, but she's too late. She's always too late. She has never been one for being on time.