Hey guys! This is my first time writing that involves the MCU plotline and I've been wanting to post this for a very, very long time. This is set post Avengers: AoU and I realized that there a few, almost none that writes about Steve Rogers and Helen Cho as a pairing. I honestly think they would make a cute and unlikely pairing in the movie. This pairing is seriously one of the most underrated, low-key pairings in the MCU Fandom. I just think that Steve needs to have someone that is normal, a complete opposite to him, not from the Avengers or anyone working for SHIELD, and be like any other normal couple out there.

For those who are interested and low-key ship this pairing, here's your chance to read this fic.

And I also wanted to apologize that my English isn't that good. Sadly, English is not my first language (^^)"

So I hope you enjoy this fic!

DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO MARVEL. SADLY I OWN NOTHING :(

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Steve fights for the greater good and makes the tough choices, but constantly living in a state of crisis to crisis, never being able to go home. And he is not ready to let Peggy go, his first love. What happens if Steve falls in love with Helen? Will he stop loving Peggy then?

Helen dedicates her work as a geneticist by understanding in the fields of cell biology and healing people. But never has a social life and has never been in love. She continues to work with the Avengers and determined to help her companions. What she didn't expect was to fall in love... with Captain America himself.

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~March 28, 2015~

Steve stood in front of the window as he usually did in a rigid posture, his hands clutched in the middle of his belt. His mind wanders off when the memories of his past beginning to appear. He missed his friends. He missed their whole lives, their tough times…

He most especially missed Peggy... his first love.

The times he had with her, were past behind him. She had grown old and became weaker each time he visited her. The time he found out she was alive after being asleep for almost 70 years was a complete shock to him but also genuinely happy that she is still not gone. However, seeing her like this as an old woman in front of him, made himself feel guilty that he had her waiting for him too long.

~*3 years ago*~

"Hello, Steve."

The soldier seemed to be frozen and stare at his old love, unable to step further into the room. Peggy Carter lying on the bed; despite the wrinkles and the white hair, he could recognize her so easily. She was the same woman, and it was the same brown eyes twinkling up at him in genuine happiness as she smiled, and gestured to the chair by her bed. Steve sat down slowly as Peggy softly chuckled at him when he stared numbly at her. "Look at you, you look the same as you were when I first met you."

Steve finally managed to speak as he mumbled. "You, you're really..."

"Yes, I'm really here darling," Peggy said in amusement as he blinked slowly at her. "Hm, I honestly thought that you being frozen has made you dimmer." She teased and Steve finally chuckled then shook his head in amazement as he murmured. "I thought everyone around me that I cared about is gone after so many years. At first, I didn't think you were still..."

He trailed off and Peggy supplied helpfully. "Alive?" Steve winced but nodded in reply and her face softened. "Yes well, I am the last one, I'm afraid." Peggy admitted as he tensed. She patted his hand as she continued gently with comfort. "There wasn't any pain from either of them, Steve. Only Howard went early, and even then we've been assured he probably didn't feel anything as his death was so quick."

Steve was still tense at the knowledge of hearing Peggy's words about his old friends, but Peggy patted his hand soothingly as she continued. "The others went in a painless death, after their long and full lives." She looked at him meaningfully. Steve bowed his head in silent sorrow. Peggy sighed as she murmured. "Our only regret was that we never found you. That we never knew if you were still alive after all. I'm glad I got to find out at last."

"I'm sorry," Steve spoke softly and Peggy just looked at him as he was staring at their hands, he is still young and strong while hers was wrinkled and weak. "I'm sorry that I messed up in the end, and I—" His words was cut-off when Peggy scolded.

"Now don't you blame yourself." He lapsed back into silence as she continued. "We lived because you did what no one else could. And now, you've come back... to be given the chance to live again."

"But I don't belong here," Steve said quietly.

Peggy lifted her eyebrows at him as she countered. "Don't you?"

He looked at her with a bit of hopelessness. His blue eyes met her brown ones, and as always, it was as though she was looking right into his soul as she asked. "Can you tell me that you honestly regret everything that you've seen since you have woken up again?"

Steve paused in silence and without intending to, his eyes flickered briefly over to the window, where he can see the cloudy skies outside, thinking deeply somewhere. Peggy smiled softly as she settled back into her pillows. "I know that somewhere... out there is waiting for you." She murmured and Steve turned back to face her again. "Don't ever think that no living person is willing to be with you, Steve. Don't lose hope."

He stared at her thoughtfully before murmured, "I'm sorry I didn't make it to our first date." She chuckled and he finally gave a small one back then said softly. "I'm glad that I got to see you again, Peggy."

"I'm glad you came too, Steve." Peggy replied with a small smile. "And I hope it won't be the last time I see you, mister." She added playfully and Steve chuckled.

"I'll visit as often as I can." He promised and with that, Peggy smiled as she simply settled back in her pillows and said to Steve lightly, giving him a normal conversation to lighten the mood.

He missed them... he missed it all. So what did it matter? Or, that's what he told himself.

His thoughts were interrupted as a familiar voice called out to him.

"Hey Cap!"

Steve turns around to see Tony walking his way towards him casually.

"Suit up. We've got a situation in South Korea."

"Trouble at the border?" He asked curiously.

"Nah, just protestors."

He raised his eyebrow. "They're requesting the Avengers to deal with protestors?"

"These protestors have already set off a bomb downtown, and have threatened to set off dozens more around a major metropolitan area so yea. They are. Our contact says the hospitals are swamped."

Steve sighed and spoke out. "I'll be at the quinjet in five. Barton flying?"

"I'm at the jet," Clint confirmed over the comms. "I've encountered these guys before, with Shield. So it's no surprise to me. They really like their explosives."

They both walked their way towards the quinjet and went inside, waiting for Clint to ready the engine until it starts to run and take off, making their way towards their destination.

"Who's our contact on the ground?" Steve asked.

"Helen Cho." Tony answered him. "She runs a research facility in Seoul, on the cutting edge of medical technology. I've been trying to get her over to the States for years but she won't budge.

"Then we'd better get to her." His face determined.

They made good time across the Pacific as Natasha liaising with local law enforcement in fluent Korean. "They've located most of the bombs, but are stretched too thin." She reported. Her mouth thinned to a line. "They say they think the protesters have beneath the general hospital but it's too well protected for them to get to it."

"Then that's where we're going," Steve replied, deciding this choice of this plan.

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Clint set them down beside the hospital, Natasha on the comms as they debarked. "Apparently they're holed up somewhere in the building next door and are picking off anyone who gets close. If it's as strong as the one that went off downtown, it'll take a chunk out of both buildings. They are trying to evacuate, but it's going slow."

"I'll draw their fire from this side," Steve suggested. "Stark, you do the same. Sam, you're with me. Barton, stay high and pick off anyone who pokes their head out. Romanoff - "

"I'll coordinate from out here. Honestly, this would be a lot easier if you all spoke Korean."

That was the plan, at least. They all tried to stick with it, but Tony in his suit drew enough attention that Steve and Sam were able to get inside, where it was soon a melee. Steve dodged and punched until there was only one man left, slowly backing away, his hand dipping into his jacket.

"What's he doing?" Sam demanded. "What's in his pocket?"

Steve brought his shield up, but it was no gun - only a small black remote that the man pointed over his shoulder, at a contraption with far too many wires.

"Get down!" he yelled as the man pushed the button. Sam scrambled backwards but Steve ran forward before flipping his shield to contain the blast.

And it worked. Partially.

The shield absorbed most of the blast, Tony would later tell him. The hospital avoided serious structural damage; the building next door would likely have to be torn down but was still standing. Unfortunately, most were not enough to prevent Steve from being thrown across the room, the next room, and against the jagged remains of a concrete column causing him to have a concussion from the impact.

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An hour later with Steve still laid under the remains of the rumble. It was Sam who found him in the rubble, Tony who dragged him clear, and Jarvis who ran the diagnostic that noted his vitals dropping fast.

"Concussion, multiple fractures, third-degree burns, internal bleeding, and I'm pretty sure he shouldn't have metal there," Tony reported, carrying Steve to his local expert. "He's fading in and out of consciousness."

"Get him in the cradle," Helen said. "And you'll need to get that out."

Once Steve was settled in Helen's contraption, Tony grabbed the metal spar and yanked it out, then Helen slapped a wad of gauze over the wound. Steve's eyes flew open and settled on Helen's face. "That really hurt," he said conversationally. "First time visiting Seoul and I can't believe I flew a thousand miles for this?"

Helen looks at him with a calm expression as she assures him. "You will be alright."

The soldier's eyes, drifting shut, flew open again as he looked at her. She was very beautiful with her raven dark hair that was tied up from behind, currently hanging in loose curls around her face and had sharp dark eyes and was dressed in her lab uniform. He opened his mouth to speak but Helen halted him with a finger against his lips. "Don't try to talk. You're the most injured subject to make it to my lab. Just try not to die in the next twenty minutes."

Steve nodded then mumbled. "I can do that," as she stepped back to close the cradle. 'Nat was right. I really should learn Korean.' He thought with amusement.

He closed his eyes and felt relaxed as he continues to slumber, letting this machine do its work to heal him.

Just to let you know, this is based on marvelousbirthdays' Soulmate fic on tumblr.

See you soon for the first chapter :)

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