Delia Rogers is cursed. Why a higher power granted her future sight she didn't know. A war. A train. A soft, frozen blanket. An icy grave. Being found only to be lost again. Emptiness. And worst of all, not knowing who one truly is. "Darling Delia, would you care to dance?" "An alliteration, Captain?" A teasing smile crossed her face. "I would be delighted." Part I: Captain America: The First Avenger Part II: Captain America: The Winter Soldier *I don't own Marvel. All credit goes to Stan Lee and the creators. I only own Delia, surprise(s?) and her story.*