Little Secrets

15

Quickly I attempt to fine contact with people on the other side. The buzz then it must be connected. "Hello? This is Steve Rogers! Do you read me?" I panic.

"Captain Rogers what is your-" someone states.

"Steve!" Peggy shouts. "Steve..is that you are you alright."

"Peggy. Schmitz dead!" I announce "What about the plane?" She asks. Well that's a little bit... you know about to crash. "That's a little bit tougher to explain"

I don't remember much after that...

Peggy's pov:

"Steve?" I cry. "Steve?"

He's gone... Howard's most valuable creation. How can I tell him? Howard has just lost so much. His sister, Bucky and Steve. He's lost more recently than I could ever imagine.

I never knew Bucky really, but Howard did. Howard became Bucky's brother, Antonia became his wife and Steve, something seemed off about Steve when he was around Antonia. I don't think he really liked her.

There's a pit in my stomach that hurts and I don't know how to get rid of it, I need to go to Howard, he's probably breaking down- after all he's just lost everything.

We may have won, but Howard, he lost. I can't imagine his pain; the pain of losing one's you've known and people that have become a huge part of your life.

Just like Steve and I.

But Steve? I love Steve.

Howard's pov:

Is there anyone in my life that isn't going to die on me? Bucky, Annie, Steve...

Annie...

God, how am I so stupid?

I just let her die, my tech wasn't good enough and now she's gone.

Peggy bursts through the door and hugs me instantly as I fall to the floor sobbing. "No" I scream. "She can't leave me"

"I'm sorry" she rubs my back gently.

"No! She's not dead! She can't be dead" I scream.

There is one thing we know in this life and that is when life comes into this world, life must also leave it. This became very apparent to me May 19, 1944, the day I lost my sister, Antonia Stark-Barnes. The trauma I went through was like no other. I'm losing stability,the beginning of my broken home, responsibility everything was no longer important, and myself as a person in general, who was I going to look up to now? Little do I know my journey has just begun.

I remember one memory with her. It was a warm spring night in May, and my sister came to my room to open my window, for so some fresh air come in. And as always she came to my bed and kissed me on the forehead and asked me did I say my prayers.

Little did I know within a matter of a few hours my life would be changed forever. It was around 12:30 am or so when I could hear someone coming to my room. My door knob began to twist and a little pressure from the other side the door slowly opened, it was Annie. She said "I'm so sorry I have to go fight"

I was visiting at the time but she knew that soon she'd have to fight.

Antonia's Pov:

Pain. Why won't it leave. Screaming for help. My body aches, I want to stop fighting. "Please" I whisper. I feel as if I'm falling. "Please" I whisper again.

Tight ropes rip my skin, burning around my wrist. My wrist? I can't feel my right arm...

But I'm falling. My eyes are clenched shut, the pain is too powerful to allow me to see. Chatter erupts around me as I feel myself collide heavily against a cold concrete floor.