DISCLAIMER: I neither own nor make profit from writing this Marvel related story.
Original characters cannot be used without my permission.
And yes, most chapter titles are songs by HIM.
This has been years in the making. A rewrite where I've attempted to fill in some of the gaps I created when first writing this. I hope if you're reading this again that you enjoy as much as the original, and if you're reading it for the first time, I hope you enjoy it as well.
This is fiction. Comments and thoughts welcomed via reviews and/or PM.
Uniting two halves of one soul is inevitable, but timing depends upon your level of spirituality. When the time is ripe, true soul mates find one another even if they are worlds apart
CHAPTER ONE – The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness
[July 1943 – Miami, USA]
Curtains, thick and the color of a rare ruby gem swung hastily across the stage while the orchestra lingered on their last deafening cord. The crowd to erupted into thunderous applause, as if the war itself had ended. It took all my nerve in fighting the urge to roll my eyes in response, mentally scolding myself for allowing my friend; Bette to choose the entertainment for our first night of leave in Miami.
The two of us were stationed in Bethesda, Maryland with the Nurse's Corps, enlisted for the duration of the war, and advancing our simple medical training from school to deal with soldiers returning from the war in Europe. While the injuries we dealt with were in their healing stages, I longed to be selected for front-line duty where I could be valuable and make a real difference.
Bette clapped wildly, grinning ear to ear as she jumped up from her seat. Captain America came waltzing back on stage and her delight was all too consuming. The crowd cheered whilst he waved and smiled to them, touching them with his charisma so they would buy war bonds on their way out of the theatre.
"Wasn't that marvelous, Genevieve?"
"That knucklehead is prancing around on stage pretending to be a soldier." I rose from my seat, running my hands over the knee length dress to smooth out the wrinkles in the fine royal blue material. "It's insulting to the men who are risking their lives in Europe. They're being used as propaganda."
Bette cringed at the scorn in my tone. "Can't you tone down your opinions for one night? He's distracting people from thinking like that. Not everyone can be fighting over there; I think he's doing a wonderful job by entertaining people."
"By acting as a dancing gorilla?"
"You can be so mean sometimes." Bette rolled her eyes at me but decided not to debate me on the matter.
We followed the excited crowd into the theatre foyer, however while most headed out into the cool evening, Bette and I lingered near a quiet corner. She rummaged through her purse, revealing a wad of papers. One caught my attention as it was the Captain America poster Bette typically had stuck to the wall beside her bed.
"Do you want to meet Captain America or not? My uncle has arranged a backstage pass for us," Bette stated waving the piece of paper at me. "I promised Veronica I would get his autograph."
"Do I get a choice?"
"Don't be so melodramatic," she smiled taking me by the elbow, walking us towards the actor's entrance beside the ticket booth where a lone burly looking guard stood, holding back some of the enthusiastic female fans from gaining entrance.
"Excuse me!" Bette and I weaved through the crowd, and she handed over her personally written note to be scrutinized.
"All right, you dames can go on through." The guard opened the door for us and ushered us inside.
We descended the grand staircase covered in lush red carpet, arriving into the chaos of the backstage area, lit up by a chandelier looming above us like a beacon. Female dancers still dressed in their stars and stripes costumes stood in small groups, smoking, and talking while male crew members moved back and forth with large pieces of scenery or equipment.
"There he is! Captain America! Isn't he a dreamboat?"
I followed Bette's wide-eyed gaze across the room to where the man of the hour was signing autographs for a small group of children. They were eventually ushered away by their parents and their hero pulled off his blue cap, revealing the man beneath to be someone I'd met only a few weeks before.
"Let's go over," Bette stated gripping my arm to tug me behind her. "Captain America?"
"It's such a pleasure to meet you, I really enjoyed the show. I'm Bette and this is my best friend; Genevieve." She tugged on the sleeve of my jacket, my attention instantly caught up in the tall, handsome blonde man standing before me. Very different from the Brooklyn runt I first met months before.
He shook Bette's free hand, projecting the awkwardness of someone not use to attention – the opposite of the man we'd just been watching prance about on stage.
"It's nice to meet you." He extended his hand to me. "It's good to see you again, Gin."
I accepted it with a small smile. "And you, Captain."
"Call me Steve, I'm not really a Captain."
The corners of his lips twitched slightly. I shook my hand from his strong grasp and ran it back through my dark brown hair, feeling the perfectly styled waves bounce over my shoulders.
"You two know each other?" Bette's accusing tone drew my attention.
"Ah, yes, we met in Brooklyn while I was doing that specialist training."
My lie effortlessly parted my lips. It wasn't entirely a lie, only that the specialist training had me involved with a classified government scheme called Project Rebirth. I'd witness Steve undergo an experiment that saw him turned in what was meant to be the first of many super-soldiers. However, the creator of the serum was murdered in the aftermath of Steve's successful transition and the scheme was shut down, sending me back to Maryland.
"Isn't that right, Steve?" I looked at him expectantly, a small tiny of red forming in the apple of his cheeks as he swiftly nodded.
"That's right. I remember the grief you gave me when I couldn't figure out your accent."
"You gave it your best shot," I chuckled.
"Well, Steve, I think what you're doing for the cause is heroic," Bette gushed while digging through her purse again. "Would you sign my poster?"
"Sure thing, ma'am." He accepted the poster and pen she handed him, signing his name as Captain America. "Are you two from around here?"
"Genevieve and I are on leave, visiting my uncle who works here at the theatre. We're stationed at Bethesda. Originally it would've been Pearl Harbor, but understandably after the Japanese attack the base is still under repair."
"Of course. The moment I heard about that I tried to sign up."
"You weren't accepted?" Bette frowned and Steve shook his head glancing at me.
"I wasn't exactly what they were looking for."
"I can't understand why the army wouldn't snap you up, I mean you look healthy and able –"
"Anyway," I nudged Bette in the ribs. "Aren't you meant to be doing a show in Washington soon?"
Steve awkwardly brushed a few strands of blonde hair off his forehead. "Yeah, August I think."
"Oh, the girls will just love that! We've all got your posters." Bette smiled carefully folding up the poster and stashed it back in her purse.
"Really? All of you?" He glanced at me again even though Bette laughed and rested a hand upon his muscular arm, leaning towards him in her usual flirty manner.
"Everyone but Genevieve, she prefers Errol Flynn but I have your poster beside my bed." Her long lashes fluttered up at Steve, making his blush deepen. "I would love to give you a personal tour of the base when you come."
"That's really…nice of you, ma'am. But I'm not sure how much time I'll have to sight-see."
"Don't be silly, Steve; the nurses would love to show you around the base, it would be no trouble at all."
"I'm sure it wouldn't be, ma'am," he caught my sarcasm and effortlessly dodged it. "Maybe you could lead the group tour, and show me some of your favorite places."
"That wouldn't be very exciting; she spends most of her time at the hospital restocking and cleaning equipment," I shot Bette a dark look she didn't appear to notice. "The rest of us go to the movies, or to a club. Do you dance, Steve?"
"Not really, ma'am."
"Well," I stated abruptly before Bette could lose her dignity completely. "We should probably let you go and be on our way; it was nice to see you again."
I linked my arm with Bette's, quickly turning us around and maneuvering back through the crowd. As we climbed the stairs, my gaze unintentionally drifted back towards Steve who was watching us, he flashed me a boyish grin and I hastily looked ahead before it could mold me into a blushing mess. Bette was right about one thing, he was a dreamboat.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew Captain America?"
"He was a far cry from Captain America when we met," I murmured, our heels tramping over the lush carpet until we left the theatre and walked into the wet night.
"He was amazing though, wasn't he?"
"What's amazing is that you've conveniently forgotten about your boyfriend, all on his lonesome back on base."
"Oh hush, what David doesn't know, doesn't hurt him."
We stood huddled together beneath the cover of the theatre front, watching the fat drops of rainfall off the marquee above us and yellow cabs race through the puddles and splash unsuspecting victims.
"Besides, I could've been Vivian Leigh, and next to you Steve still wouldn't have noticed me."
"That's nonsense –"
"And he didn't even seem to mind you busting his chops –"
"I was nice –"
"No, you were being your usual sarcastic, charming self, Genevieve," she retorted looking around at our surroundings. "Oh, there's a payphone across the street, I should call my uncle and let him know we enjoyed the show. He might be able to get us tickets to the Washington shows."
"I'll wait for you here."
Bette nodded raising her purse over her head as she crossed the street to enter the small diner. I shivered, vainly rubbing my arms to bring me some warmth, cursing myself for not bringing a thicker jacket. I glanced at my watch and then over at the diner, when the light around me dimmed slightly.
"Are you lost, Gin?"
I glanced up to discover Steve now standing beside me in civilian clothing. He might've lost the stars and stripes uniform and tights, but he was still annoyingly handsome without it. No wonder the girls all lost their heads in his presence. "Ah, no, I'm just waiting for Bette."
"You didn't tell your friend about how we really met."
"It was a classified operation, and I don't honestly think she would believe me anyway. She thinks the world of you." My red painted lips curved into a small smile. "I know you were meant for more than the bright lights of the stage, but you are doing some good."
"It's not what I pictured when I thought about serving my country."
"I can understand that," I admitted, silently wishing I could be a man and a true soldier serving in Europe, rather than spending my day dressing wounds and washing bedpans.
"Do you need me to call a cab for you?"
"No, Bette shouldn't be too much longer; she's just making a phone call across the street."
He nodded and then must've noticed my shiver, because he tugged off his jacket without a second thought, placing it over my shoulder. "You won't be much of a nurse if you catch a chill."
"Thank you," I replied placing my arms in the holes and hugged the worn leather against myself.
"So, do you have plans for your week off?"
"Not that I know of, it was Bette's idea to come to Miami, it's her home town."
"Well if you wanted, we could…" he awkwardly fumbled over his words as if waiting for his mouth to catch up to the thoughts in his head. "If you didn't have plans, I mean I have some free time tomorrow –"
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Spit it out, Captain."
"Do you wanna get a coffee…with me…tomorrow?"
"Okay, how about we meet here at ten o'clock?"
His head snapped up so quickly in surprise I wondered if he'd hurt himself. "Really?"
I nodded with a broad smile. "It would be nice to catch up."
Looking away I spied Bette dashing across the street, her green eyes widened to see Steve again and a knowing grin presented itself on her lips.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I started to take off his jacket.
"Keep it; you can give it back to me tomorrow."
I nodded again and took Bette's elbow, guiding her away.
"What was that all about?" She asked.
"We are having coffee together tomorrow."
Bette looked over her shoulder and then whistled. "Captain America asked you out for coffee?"
"Don't go about planning a wedding, we're just having a friendly catch up." I smiled as we headed towards out hotel.