I stood on the sidewalk of Times Square, holding my phone against my ear with one shoulder, trying to maintain my balance in turquoise stilettos. My blonde hair was slipping out of its neat, tight bun and I was trying to keep hold of the stack of paperwork for my office work. As the owner of a branch of New York science labs, I always had work to do.
Frustrated from talking to a new intern, the last thing I wanted to be in the middle of was a panic in Times Square. I heard shouts and cries for help, but didn’t bother to look up until my papers were sprawled everywhere, and I was lying face down on the ground, a mixed taste of sidewalk, shoe bottom and blood filling my mouth.
As I looked up, I saw someone pass overhead and quickly say, "Sorry, I'm so, so, sorry!" The blurry figure was pursued by at least a dozen people in dark uniforms.
Shaken, I stood up and regained my composure. I kicked my shoes off and ran down the block to see what was going on. I pushed through the frantic crowd to find a circle of black cars surrounding a panicked individual. I recalled the stories my grandmother had told me before she passed. I stared at the man for a split second. We unintentionally made eye contact, and I felt as if he recognized me. And I recognized him. And then I remembered the old, worn, faded picture my grandmother had shown me. Although it was torn and difficult to observe, I got similar vibes from this situation, and a chill ran down my spine.
I had heard my grandmother's story of his death, and at that moment, I knew I was staring at none other than Captain Steve Rogers.
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All Over Again
FanfictionSavannah is the grandaughter of Peggy Carter, the woman who had fallen in love with Steve Rogers. Unaware of his abilities and true identity, Savannah runs into him the day he awakens, and she realizes who he is, and what she has gotten herself into...
