The train rumbled through the cold, dark night. Steve Rogers set down the file that he was reading and gazed over at his two children, fast asleep on the single bed in the cabin.
His daughter, Lucy looked so much like Peggy, with her curly brown hair and bright green eyes. While everyone said that James was a carbon copy of his father, before the serum. James was a small, skinny kid, with light blond hair and cerulean blue eyes.
They have both had to deal with so much in their lives, wit the war and James getting Scarlet Fever. They are both so brave, and I am so proud of them.
The sound of another person entering the room snapped Steve out of his reverie, looking up he saw his wife Peggy standing in the doorway. "Captain," she whispered, "It is very late, don't you think it is time we got to bed?"
"yes ma'am," he responded, "I'll be there in a minute."
Standing up, Steve walked over to the bed where the two children were sleeping. In their dreams, they could be far away from this world. In a place where there was no fighting, no anger or hate and where they did not have to worry about whether or not their daddy would return from the warfront.
Before he could stop himself, Steve reached out and placed a hand on Lucy's forehead; the girl's eyes fluttered open.
"Daddy," she croaked her voice still groggy from sleep, "wha's goin' on?"
"Nothing, sweetheart" Steve said gently, "go back to sleep, everything is alright."
"Ok," whispered Lucy as she closed her eyes, " 'love you daddy."
"I love you too little one," said Steve as he kissed the child's forehead.
Sighing, he turned and walked out of the small room, quietly closing the door behind him.