STEVE HAD MADE it onto the plane Schmidt was going to fly to the States to drop bombs on multiple major cities, removing his helmet before he sat down on the chair, a hole blowing air into the cabin, a map showing the course of location. New York City, not far from Brooklyn. Many would die, and if he didn't stop it, it would be his fault. He looked out the window to see a beautiful sunset and the clouds rolling beneath him, the frigid air moving his seat insignificantly. "Come in, this is Captain Rogers, do you read me?" Steve's voice comes over the comm system, all of the people's heads turning to it. "Captain Rogers, what is your. . . " Jim couldn't get it out for Peggy had pushed him lightly out of the chair, Diana straightening him up as she peered over Peggy's shoulder.

"Steve, is that you? Are you alright?" She asked in a rushed tone.

"Peggy," Steve says, "Schmidt's dead." Diana comes closer, kneeling. "What about the plane?" The Amazon asks, Peggy's gaze turning to her as she slipped her hand in Diana's, squeezing her fingers lightly. Steve was pushing some buttons, "That's a little tougher to explain."

"Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site."

"There's not going to be a safe landing," Steve looks at the blueprints of the plane, seeing the red colored bombs staring back at him. Six bombs left, two gone. "But I can try and force it down." Peggy's mouth opens and closes as she thinks of what to say. "Howard," Diana immediately says. "Howard would know what to do."

"There's not enough time," Steve objects. "This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I got to put her in the water."

"Please, don't do this, we have time, we can work it out," Peggy almost begs for him to stop his plans, which seemed both insane and selfless, but she just wanted was for Steve to continue to live and for mankind to be saved at the same time, but she could only have one. The latter would be much better than having hundreds killed for one man only she could keep. "Right now, I'm in the middle of nowhere, if I wait any longer, a lot of people are going to die," he responds. "Peggy, this is my choice." Steve puts the compass he had on the fuel gauge, the picture he kept of Peggy looking back at him. He presses the controls down, the plane tilting forward to the ground, speeding the plane closer to his death. "Peggy?"

"I'm here," she tearfully says.

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance."

Peggy's eyes swam in tears as she thought about the details. "All right. A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club."

"You got it."

"8:00 on the dot, don't you dare be late. Understood?" Steve was face to face with a largely frozen wasteland, feeling the cold air seep in through the hole, his arms getting goosebumps at it. "You know, I still don't know how to dance."

"I'll show you how," she replies. "Just be there."

"We'll have the band play something slow," tears stung Diana's eyes as she looked down at the comm, her heart breaking all over again as the thought of losing two people she cared about in two days. Steve was much closer to the ice, Diana could sense it back at the control tower. "I'd hate to step on your. . ." the audio shuts off. Peggy's eyes dart around wildly as the fact set in.

Steve was dead.

"Steve?" She whispered to the comm. "Steve?" Colonel Phillips' head bowed, Diana hugged her friend closer, hugging her tightly for comfort, feeling Peggy's tears run down her neck. Diana's own tears brushed down her own face.

Steve and Bucky were dead.