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Week 7

Let's stick together. This week I won't wait until the fire burns out, haha.

This week's topic

Rain

Yes, so I got a cup of mama fic.

Please leave it here <3 *bow*

Steve felt like he had nothing left in his life.

He put the word Captain America behind him and turned himself into a villain. In order to save his childhood, he was the one who finally asked to go back and be frozen until the words engraved in his head disappeared.

He had a serious argument with his friend's son. One letter of apology might not be enough to fix everything.

His team of Avengers collapsed just as Zemo wanted.

And the only light in his life…

It was extinguished forever.

In Wakanda, today is another day with gray skies.

The living room was quiet. The sound of the coffee spoon hitting the glass made a rumbling sound for a while. He didn't seem to realize that the sugar had melted until he didn't need to stir anymore. His blue eyes looked blankly at the frosted window. The water sticks to the low temperature outside, a disappointment. The grief of loss curled America's once broad shoulders, and a chill that wasn't there because of the weather gripped Steve Rogers' heart.

It was many times colder than when it had been frozen.

"What's wrong, Captain?" The previous owner was a little startled. Because he didn't realize the weight that had been placed on his shoulders.

“Your Majesty…?” He hurriedly stood up and saluted.

“What?” A slight smile appeared on the face of the ruler of the country they were currently hiding out in.

“Sorry…I was just thinking about something,” Steve forced a smile, his blue eyes lowering. Every action did not escape the young king's sight.

“Is there anything I can help with…like going back to America?” It was as if the word America had poked something in Steve's mind. The young man lifted his head from the ground.

“If you would please…”

“I have a place I want you to take.”

Extraditing a criminal isn't a difficult matter for T'Challa to just say the least. A round-trip flight ticket with a driver waiting at the airport was also arranged.

As soon as he left the airport area, a bold figure slipped into a beautiful black European car. The wheels spin immediately. It's neat and there's nothing wrong with it.

The cloudy sky began to roar. Before long, raindrops began to fall, pounding the windshield wipers hard at work. A beautiful European car slowed down for safety. The driver opened his mouth as if to ask something, but in the end he kept silent. Drive along the road towards The 'destination' that was well defined from the beginning

About two hours later The rain outside has stopped. The wheels of the car stopped turning as it pulled up to the resting place of the deceased.

'tomb'

Steve in a white shirt and long jeans. Wearing a black hood to conceal his veil, he held a bouquet of flowers that he asked T'Challa to order for him.

A bouquet of flowers that he should have given to someone seventy years ago.

Her footsteps stopped in front of a stone plaque with that person's name engraved below it, the first and last days of her stay on this earth.

'Peggy Carter'

Steve slowly knelt in front of him. He carefully placed the flowers with trembling hands.

“I have come to see you, Peggy…” His hand traced the name carved into the stone.

“You are so cruel, you know, for leaving me like this…Are you trying to get revenge on me?” The young man laughed bitterly.

“At least you should have stayed until I came to find you… I haven't danced with you yet, I haven't even said goodbye to you.” Blue eyes trembled.

“I want you here with me like always...I don't have anyone else left, Peggy.”

“Please…come back and be my light?”

The young man swallowed down sobs and spoke with difficulty. A single tear falls on the gray sky and makes a groaning sound. A strange warmth made Steve look up, his face no longer being a cold slab of stone.

In front of him was Peggy.

“Peggy…” A clear hand pressed against her wet cheek. A strange warmth spreads. Shocked blue eyes met the sad eyes of the woman from seventy years ago.

Peggy didn't say anything, she just gently wiped away Steve's tears.

It was only then that the young man's remaining strength crumbled and Steve pressed his forehead against the cold stone. Let go of all the suffering you've been carrying through your tears.

And then the rain began to fall.

It's like someone is crying.

I'm sorry, Steve.

I really want to be by your side.

I'm sorry...