"Everly, where are you going?" Peggy questioned, fast walking to keep up with her.
"There's gotta be a control room or something." She answered as she hurried through the halls of the facility. It was about the third door she came across that had finally opened up into a control room. Panels of buttons and levers were sprawled over the countertops that littered the room. Glass windows surrounded them on all sides, providing a view of the empty hangar below. Colonel Phillips, followed by the howling commandos, burst through the door not long after. Jim threw himself into one of the seats before the panels and went to work pressing buttons.
Everly's heart was racing as she tried to catch her breath. Her shaky hands found themselves wrapped around her locket. What if something happened to Steve? They would have no real way of knowing until the US was blown to pieces. This was a battle they could not afford to lose. Steve was someone Everly could not afford to lose.
"Come in, this is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?" A voice suddenly crackled over the radio.
"Captain Rogers what is your-" Everly's eyes widened and she rushed over to Jim's side, pulling him from his chair.
"Steve is that you? Are you alright?"
"Eve! Schmidt's dead!"
She turned to look at Peggy who had made her way to Everly's side, her hand tightly gripping the back of the chair.
"What about the plane?" Peggy leaned in. From Steve's end came a silence that sent fear coursing through Everly's veins. Something was wrong.
"That's a little bit tougher to explain," he huffed.
"Give me your coordinates. I'll find you a safe landing site." Peggy's eyes darted between the panels laid out in front of her.
"There's not gonna be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down." Everly's eyes began to fill with tears as the rest of her trembled. She listened to the voice over the radio, wishing desperately to see the face to which it belonged. Never again would she look into those bright blue eyes. Never again would she see her best friend.
"I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do." Peggy said sadly, yanking Everly from her thoughts.
"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I got to put her in the water." Everly held her head in her hands, her elbows propped up on the control panel before her.
"Please don't do this." She begged, though she knew he had already made up his mind. A tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another. She didn't bother wiping them away. "We have time. We can figure something out."
"Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die. Evie, this is my choice." His voice softened from its previous determined tone. Everly couldn't seem to form words, and evidently neither could Steve. A blanket of silence covered both ends. Nobody wanted to admit that he was right. It was no competition, giving a life to save thousands. Any of them would've done the same. But that didn't make it hurt any less.
She scooted closer to the radio, needing to be closer to him in some way. "Steve?"
"Yeah?" Her heart ached at the hint of fear that laced his voice.
"A week, next Saturday, at the Stork club?" She sniffled. It didn't need to mean anything. She just needed to see him again; to have a concrete date to wait desperately for.
"You got it." Everly smiled sadly at the thought of seeing him again. She kept her eyes trained on the crackling radio before her.
She tried her best to hold in a sob. "8:00 on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"
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Everly || Steve Rogers
Fanfiction"Though I may cry a river, I will not drown in it." In which she needed a hero, so she became one. "She loved him too early, and he loved her too late." #1 in "thefirstavenger" as of 1/24/20 #1 in "buckybarnes" as of 5/4/20 #1 in "captainamericathef...
