I stood by the window, playing "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Dorris Day on my violin. Even though I was free from HYDRA, playing was the one thing I knew would always make me feel better. It was my source of calm and relief from all the wrong things in the world. Playing was the only thing that could make me feel this way, or at least, while I was still in HYDRA. But things are different now, especially after what happened last night. When I finally built up the courage to call Steve "Dad", I didn't feel so alone anymore. I had someone to turn to, someone to make me feel safe.

Someone to live for.

The song finally came to an end, before I lowered my violin and its bow to my side and let out a gentle breath.

"It's beautiful." I immediately turned around when I heard someone behind me. There, I saw Steve- or Dad leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"Oh, hi. I didn't see you there." I awkwardly smiled.

"I didn't wanna stop you." Dad replied. I looked down at my violin and let out a content sigh.

"This is what kept me going. It's the only good thing that came out of my time in HYDRA." I explained, holding the violin in my hands.

"Well, if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have met you." Dad walked into my room and took a seat on the end of my bed.

"You're really the type of person to always look on the bright side, aren't you?" I slightly creased my eyebrows as I placed my violin and bow back into its case.

"It's a force of habit." Dad chuckled before I let out a giggly laugh. "So, uh... before I found you, Peggy actually gave me this." He pulled something out from his pocket, which I instantly recognized.

She kept it this entire time?

"She told me not to look until the time was right. I saw the videos last night, if that's okay." Dad handed me the video camera from my childhood. I stared down at the camera in my hands, taking a moment to think.

"Yeah, it's okay." I softly answered. "I actually didn't know who I was making the diaries for, but I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather have see them than you." I looked up and gave Dad a gentle smile.

          "For someone who lived a pretty isolated life, you seemed really happy." Dad commented, gazing at the camera in my hands.

          "Yeah, I was." I replied in gentle tone, almost a whisper. Dad let out sigh, thinking for a second.

"What do you think about going to school?" Dad inquired, breaking the short silence.

"Dad, I can speak eight other languages. I really don't think I need to go to school." I chuckled.

"Hey, you might get a shot at a normal life." He raised his eyebrows.

"Just you being my father already makes my life far from normal." I reminded with a smile.

"What about training? Tony's been thinking about helping you control your powers. But I could also teach you a few things about fighting."

"And training for what, exactly?" I questioned, cocking my eyebrow.

"Well, we just need you to lay low for a while. But, if you're ever ready, you can start becoming an asset, like Sam. Going out and fighting for good." Dad explained. I drew in a breath as I thought for a moment.

"If I do end up going out to fight, the world needs to know who Sarah Carter is, and who she was. You can't trust someone if you don't know them." I answered in a more gentle manner.

"They will trust you." Dad insisted.

"Because I'm your daughter? A bit nepotistic, don't you think?" I pursed my lips and tilted my head to the side a bit.

"They'll trust you because of what you'll do." Dad corrected in a more assuring tone.

"And they won't trust me because of what I've done." I quickly responded.

"Sometimes it isn't about their trust." Dad reassured. "But, it's not like you have to make a decision now. Just whenever you feel ready."

"Thanks, Dad." I softly smiled.

"Oh, and I almost forgot to ask. But, how do you feel about seeing your mom again?" Dad inquired, changing the subject.

"What?" I creased my eyebrows, slightly confused.

"Yeah well, we actually had Peggy moved from D.C. to New York, just for whenever you're ready to see her." Dad explained. I turned my gaze a bit downwards.

          I've already been with Dad for a month, and I haven't seen Mum in forever. I really do miss her, I see no reason why I shouldn't see her again. The whole reason why I was scared of going to any family was because I thought they'd be disappointed in what I'd done. But after what's been happening with Dad, I started to believe more that Mum would be just as understanding.

           "If you're not, then that's totally okay-" Dad added.

"I am." I cut him off, looking back up at him. "I'm ready." I nodded my head and smiled, before Dad returned a smile back.

"Then let's go."

• • •

          I walked down through the sidewalks of New York with Dad, wearing a white turtleneck and light blue jeans under a navy blue coat with white platform combat boots. Dad said the nursing home wasn't too far away from the tower, so it wasn't too long of a walk.

          Dad's phone rang from his jacket pocket before he pulled it out to check the screen. "Hang on, I gotta take this. I'll be right back." He assured.

          "Okay." I gently nodded my head before Dad walked away to the front of a building to answer his call. But as soon as I turned around, I instantly crashed into someone. "Bloody Nora!" I yelped as I stumbled back, about to fall to the ground. But before I could hit the cement, the person quickly grabbed my hand to keep me from falling. I looked back up to see a a dark brown haired boy, seemed to be around my age.

          "Oh my God! I'm so sorry." He immediately apologized.

           "No, no it's alright." I insisted as I stood up straight again.

"No, it's my fault. I should've watched where I was going." He panically rambled on.

"Hey, it's okay." I cut in. "You caught me, so I guess that makes up for it." I assured with a gentle smile.

"Right." He breathed out, calming down a bit. I looked down to see that he was still holding my hand before I returned my gaze up to him and raised my eyebrows. He quickly came to realization and instantly let go of my hand. "Oh, umm... sorry." He awkwardly slipped his hands into his jacket pockets.

         "It's okay." I chuckled out.

         "Uh, I'm Peter, by the way." He introduced.

          "Sarah." I smiled before Peter pursed his lips. A few seconds passed as we stood there in a tense silence.

          "Oh uh, I should probably go, my aunt's waiting for me." Peter stammered walking past me, but turning around to face me as he took a few steps back.

          "Yeah, well, it was nice meeting you." I assured. Peter gave me a gentle nod before turning around to walk away. As soon as he was out of sight, Dad appeared next to me.

          "Hey, you ready?" He asked.

          "Yeah, let's go." I answered with a smile, before we continued walking, where I would soon be reunited with my mother.

• • •

          I stood outside the doorway, fidgeting with my hands as I took deep breaths. I haven't seen Mum in four years, and for her, it's been sixty. I knew I would never be ready, but I also knew I could wait any longer. We've already lost so much time together, I couldn't waste what I had left on being scared.

          "Hey, Peggy." I heard Dad say from inside her room.

           "Steve? What are you doing here?" I could feel my heart instantly drop as I heard the sound of her voice.

          "I uh... I have someone I think you'll wanna see." Dad answered. A silence filled the room, signaling me to enter.

Come on, Sarah. It's now or never.

I slowly stepped into the room, where my eyes were instantly set on Mum, who sat up against the headboard of her bed. I heard Mum let out a gentle gasp as she saw me standing there. The nervousness in me only grew as tears began to form in my eyes. All of a suddenly, the world around me seemed frozen.

"Mum?" I shakily breathed out.

"Sarah? Is it really you?" She asked in a puzzled tone. I hesitantly took a few steps closer to her bedside and sat down next to her. Mum slowly raised her hand to the side of my face and the moment her finger tips touched my cheek, I felt like my eight year old self again. The nervousness turned to happiness which felt too much to contain. I quickly wrapped my arms around her torso and buried my head in her shoulders. Mum immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and held onto the back of my head with one hand. I finally let the tears fall down my face and sobbed into shoulder. "Oh, my little darling. It's been so long." She cried out. As we held each other, I finally felt the warmth and comfort I've missed for years, I felt safe, I felt protected.

We slowly pulled away from each other as Mum wiped the tears off my face with her thumb. She turned her head to Dad, who stood across the room with his hands in his pockets.

"What are you still doing here? This is a mother-daughter reunion." Mum swiped her hand to shoo him away. I let out a chuckle through my tears as Dad raised his eyebrows and smiled before leaving the room to give me and Mum some alone time. When it was finally just the two of us, I quickly dropped my face and shook my head.

          "I'm so sorry." I sobbed out, looking down at my lap.

"Sarah..." Mum sighed and gripped onto my hands.

"No, I- I have hurt so many people and went against everything you taught me." I rushed my words as more tears ran down my face.

"Sarah, it wasn't your fault. And what's done is in the past. You cannot dwell on it. When you try to fight for what could've been, you'll eventually lose what could be. We have to move forward from here... and stay together." Mum reassured as she held onto the side of my face. I looked at her through the glossiness of my tears and formed a gentle smile.

"I've missed you so much." I breathed out.

"I know, I have to. But we have time now, and you're finally with your father." Mum smiled.

"Yeah, he's pretty great." I gently nodded my head.

"I remember when you wrote him a letter when you were five." Mum reminded.

Of course, who could forget the letter? Mr. Jarvis had just bought me a letter writing kit for my birthday, and the very first one I wrote it to was Dad.

"I thought they had postage service in Heaven." I chuckled before Mum let out a gentle laugh. I sighed as I gazed at Mum in front of me. "I love you, Mum." I held onto her hand.

"I love you too, Darling." Mum gripped onto my hand tighter.

• • •

The three of us sat together in Mum's room, with me sitting on the chair at her left bedside and Dad on her right.

          "You know, you have always looked just like your father." Mum commented with a smile, gazing at me.

          "Just give it a few years, maybe I'll start looking more like you." I raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of tea from the white mug.

"I hope not, I don't want you catching any boy's attention." Dad assured with a slightly serious tone.

"Like how Mum caught yours?" I remarked with a gentle smirk. Both of them laughed before I formed a big smile on my face. Never in a million years did I ever think that the three of us would be together, happy and laughing... like a normal family.

"I remember the time Mr. Jarvis spent half an hour trying to get you to finish your vegetables." Mum changed the subject.

"I didn't eat them until you came in." I remembered.

"You always were a stubborn child." Mum gently shook her head.

"Yeah well, at least we know who I get it from." I tilted my head to the side a bit.

"Of course..." Mum nodded.

"Your mom."

"Your father."

Both Mum and Dad answered at the same time, referring to each other. I pursed my lips before taking another sip of tea and raising my eyebrows while looking above the rim of my mug. All of us broke out in laughter after a moment of awkward silence. Dad held up his wrist to check his watch and see the time.

"Well, it's getting late, we should start heading home now." Dad sighed. I looked out the window to see the sun had already set and realized how long we were here. What felt like minutes of joy and relief was actually hours.

"Right." I nodded my head before setting the mug on the nightstand and placing my hand on top of Mum's. "I'll come see you again, soon." I assured.

"Of course." Mum gripped onto my hand. "Bye, Darling."

"Bye." I smiled before letting go of her hand and standing up from my seat to grab my coat that hanged on the chair. Dad and I walked out of her room and down the hall, while my coat was draped over my arms, in front of my stomach. "Hey, Dad." I stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"Yeah?" He answered, turning to the side to face me.

"Thank you... for letting me see her again." I appreciated in a soft tone.

          "It's no problem, Sport." He smiled.

          "Sport? What am I, five years old?" I cocked my eyebrow and tilted my head to the side.

          "Come on." He chuckled out before wrapping his arm around my shoulder while we started walking again. I let out a laugh with him as we left the nursing home to head back to the tower.

          After sixty years, we were finally together, me, Mum and Dad. Eight year old me always dreamed of this day, when I could finally have both of my parents in the same room with me. And yes, it wasn't exactly what eight year old me had pictured, considering how Mum is almost one hundred and how it's the 21st century. But that's just how my life has always been, some twisted and weird but... beautiful moments with a very sad circumstance behind it. But that's not what mattered to me.

            All that matters is that we're together.

an // FINALLY A MOTHER DAUGHTER REUNION YESSSSSS

no, peter parker will not be her main love interest. but he will play an important role in sarah's life in the future and there will be a little bit of chemistry. but this is not a peter parker x oc.

ALSO GUESS WHO IS CHANGING SARAH'S AGE AGAIN FOR LIKE THE 400th TIME? YEAH REMEMBER WHEN I SET HER AGE BACK A YEAR AND SAID SHE WAS 12? NO YOU DON'T. SHE'S 13. YEP :)

also, i just came to the realization that sarah is literally a baby boomer :/

but anyways remember when i said we're really close to the end of the book... next chapter is the last one :)

okay that's all, bye lovelies !!

KILLERKÖNIGIN | CAPTAIN AMERICA'S DAUGHTER
BY QUEENWANDAMAXIMOFF