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Steph had taken to hanging out at Howard's workshop these days. Usually with her sketchbook or with whatever assignments her class had saddled her with that week. Really, she just liked idly sketching him in graphite, almost feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush again. But no. Howard was the brilliant mechanical engineer she knew during those days of trenches and jumping into the fray. They had spent countless nights and days huddled over this or that new invention that would keep her team safe.

But lately, she's noticed a pattern to her sketches and studies. He was looking worn. Talking of Maria or Tony, whenever she could get two words out of him, hurt him deeply. As did other things.

"There's a marathon of movies by Ginger Rogers on tonight. Wash up and we could catch Shall We Dance," she offered.

Stephanie Barnes hummed to herself as she made her way home from the grocery store. It was nice that Bucky had to go to a conference for a little bit, it let her catch up on things like the cleaning and the shopping, her paintings. What a wonderfully normal day.

She greeted their neighbors as she passed by with a smile. She actually was healthier now as an adult than she was as a child.

[Dancing. It's a girls night out!]

SWS | SSWS

Steph could feel her heart stop when she entered the baby's room. She managed to carry Becky to full term without incident. Even give birth without too much incident. The girl was beautiful, head already full of brown hair and light brown eyes. Rebecca Winifred Barnes. She left the child in care of a carefully SHIELD screened babysitter as they went off on a mission.

But there was something deeply fishy about the mission. About the babysitter. About everything. They managed to destroy the lab and apprehend the small time villain. But Dr. Skoval's boss escaped, shouting about a swell prize.

There had been a rogue agent that had beaten the Avengers to a few minor assignments in Europe. Someone with a damn good shot. IT didn't matter to Steph as she urged Natasha to fly the jet as fast as she could back to Brooklyn.

The scene before her was a disaster: the pink crib was thrown on its side, little ponies and stuffed toys ripped and flung everywhere, the star night lamp that she bought was broken. Steph's hands shook as she read over the letter. Maria and Tony were calling orders already to trace it and follow it.

Which was how she ended up in Switzerland again, shivering not due to cold but to the memory of losing her man here. The facilities were almost too easy to break into and she proceeded with caution with Tony and Natasha as backup.

She used this quiet moment to collect her thoughts. The room itself was sterile. The decoration minimal. She sat down at the table with no decoration and tried to will her heart to beat again.


Stephanie Rogers knew it was crazy. But when she got Bucky's killed in action letter, she couldn't stay home anymore. She had to go. She signed up with her maiden name so as not to be put far away from Bucky, trained, even participated in Erskine's super soldier program: "Man is lucky to have someone like you," the good doctor said.

She found her guy, dazed and murmuring, and busted him out of that hellhole. After all the red tape had been gone through, she found a moment alone with him and they reunited as husband and wife. She stayed in Europe to fight alongside him, to lead the men into battle. And under the starlight, caked in mud and in trenches, she found that she'd rather be no where else.

Agent Martin Carter had been supportive through this entire episode, becoming a close friend and confidant for Steph. Captain America. She often laughed at the name and her boys assured her it was apt.

But then came the day when they were chasing Zola. And Bucky...it was still hard to think of that time. When Carter found her trying to get drunk (and not succeeding), she broke down. She wanted to wait after this mission to tell Bucky that they were gonna need to build a crib soon. The Englishman held her as she cried, vowing quietly that he would be honored to step in as a father figure and support her any way he could.

But as things often went, Steph's plans never remain the same. The plane was headed for New York. She had to put it in the ice. To save everyone else. She had to. Steph shut her eyes and placed a hand on her stomach. "I'm sorry, baby," she whispered as the coldness sunk in. "Guess you'll meet daddy in Heaven."

When she woke up, the first question she asked was, "Where's the baby?" At first, the agents were confused until they were shooed away by Agent Coulson and Director Fury. Coulson gave her a soft smile and held a pink bundle in his arms and Steph felt herself tearing up.

"Congratulations, captain. She's a beautiful, healthy baby girl." He handed her the bundle and she held the babe gently. Fury told her that she'd been asleep for 70 years. The suspension slowed down the baby's developmental progress. Each decade, apparently, was a month of gestation or something. Steph didn't pay too much attention, just held and cuddled her baby girl. Still. The tears came.

"I'm so sorry, baby," she whispered. "Daddy's gonna be waiting for us a little longer than we thought."

"We still need a name, captain." She looked up at Coulson.

"Rebecca. Rebecca Winifred Barnes."

[A continuation of this thread]

When he made note of the Medorian nobility, she looked a bit concerned. "Sounds like I might have my work cut out for me," she murmured. "Well, then. Let's go. We'll put as much romance as we can into this one. Then really crank it up when we get back to Earth."