"I'm gonna to need a rain check on that dance."
"All right. A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club"
"You got it"
"8:00 on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?
"You know, I still don't know how to dance."
"I'll show you how. Just be there."
"We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to step on your-"
Captain Steven Rogers woke up with a jolt, sitting upright. His breath was heavy, and had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked at the clock in his small room in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in New York City. It read 6:00 in the morning. He rubbed his dark blue eyes... He hated that dream. He hated that he left America to finish off hydra alone. He hated not being able to help out in the other wars that happened... and he hated leaving Peggy. He got out of his bed, and went into the bathroom. He took a shower, neatly did his blond hair, and shaved. He dressed into a black t-shirt, jeans, boots, and a tan leather jacket. Before he left his room he picked up his legendary shield, put on back straps, and placed it back there.
He walked out of the room, looking back and forth... Empty Hallways. People were either in offices trying to stay awake with coffee, or not even thinking about going to work right now. Steve had no choice but to stay here. He had no home. He made his way to an elevator, took it to the roof. The crisp morning air felt good. He walked to the ledge, leaned on the railing, and watched the sun rise over the completely new city to him. So much advancements in the 70 years he has been alive... so different of a society, morals, and people... Stark being one of those people he couldn't believe made it big in this world... It was all so different. He was now an icon more than ever. Ever since the Battle of New York... He gave a sigh as he kept glancing out onto the city, waiting for someone to find him, or for him to get another mission.