within your soul love's tender words i'll hide

Steve is seconds from death. He feels it as acutely as he feels his own heart, thrumming away in his chest, beating a fast, abrasive plea to live. All he needs is a little more altitude, and then he can blow the plane up. He tries to steady his breathing, and glances around the cockpit in an effort to distract himself. And that’s when he sees it. If it is what he thinks it might be…well, that could change everything. AKA: Steve can save the day, but this time, he finds a way to save himself, too. A 1918 Fix-it fic before WW84 drops!