Captain America: Before his legacy

Flashback

There I stood in the cold, pouring rain. Drenched in mud, precipitation, and perseverance (sweat). I had no idea where I was or barely who I was, but I was on a mission to find one man and one man only: Captain Steve Rogers. The name was familiar, the stories, utterly distant. I didn't necessarily care about him or even wanted to find him, but I still would.

My tracking device started beeping which meant that I was in the right place. I walked forward about a foot, then stopped. I was carrying a file about Steve in my bag. It poked out a little, so I grabbed it. I shuffled through the papers, looking for a picture of him. All the stories that I had heard had led me to believe that he was this great, macho, muscular man who was a lady magnet. My agency had told me everything they knew about him, which should have been most of his life. He worked for the US army, and then went missing on a mission to save all the captured people. Since it was world war two, the times of grieve were at a much greater state.

My attempt to find pictures was unsuccessful. I shoved the file back into my bag and proceeded down the mile long road that led to where Steve was last reported. The rain was pouring down on my face, soaking my entire body. My short brown hair hung wet in front of my eyes, shielding my sight. 

Walking, walking, walking... tree. This one mile walk seemed to be taking my entire life time, although I barely even have a life after what I had been through. Apparently I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking because at that very moment I stubbled over a rock, leaving my throbbing leg gushing blood. I hobbled back up onto both legs, and managed to limp all the way down the rest of the road.

By the time that I reached the fort, my entire pant leg was a vibrant hue of red. I bent down with my hankerchief and dabbed at the blood on my leg. When none of the red went away, I finally tied the hankerchief around my leg. 

All of the sudden, just after the fort came into view, a mammoth explosion erupted from the first floor. I figured that Steve and his team were probably in there, so I made a run for it. I ran for aproximately 3 meters until a group of men came running out. I stayed stationary as though to hardly be seen. I looked down on the map that was in my left pocket to see where my coordinates were, but the map was somehow scorched. 

The men running towards me approached closer and closer until I could distinctly make out the one leading the pack. He was tall and muscular, and probably the man I was looking for. All the men stopped farther away from me than he did. But he kept running until he came to me. I got a look at his face in the dark moonlight. Oh my... striking blue eyes... honey blond hair... Steve Rogers...

"Oh Steve, don't leave me! You can't go to war!" Annie cried. 

"Sorry Annie, I have to. I must serve my country. If all those men are going to risk their lives for us, I have to be one of them." Steve turned away.

"Steve, I need you here with me! What do we have besides each other!" Annie grabbed Steve's arm.

"Ann, you don't understand, do you?" Steve pulled away and ran off into the street.

"STEVE!!!" Annie called after him, but he just kept running.

My name is Annie Larsen and I was staring right into the eyes of my former best friend, Steve Rogers.