She Nodded Agreeing Hes Not The Perfect Guy To Explain All Of This. Taking The Invitation A Little Warmer,

She nodded agreeing he’s not the perfect guy to explain all of this. Taking the invitation a little warmer, she takes off her eye-patch and leaves it in her coat pocket sighing as she sits next to him. Here, in her home, she had nothing to hide. There wasn’t a need to hide for the time she’s in here. In this garden in her home, her heart starts to calm down as she takes in the flowers’ scent and the trembling starts to stop little by little.

“Oh, yeah. First rule of time travel right?” She asked smiling a little. Whether it was in Back to Future or one of Richards’ lectures on a TED Talk, that seemed to be a recurring rule. But whenever she tried doing that in the early years of her immortality, she was quiet about her life. Whenever she did to her friends, they either laughed calling her crazy and move on, or they died from age and unfortunate circumstances that were the Mob and Mafia.

But the Dana he knew in his timeline...Sounded perfect and here she wasn’t, afraid that everyone around would see her for what she did and how she had the nerve coming back here after everything. 

“That doesn’t sound like me at all. Your Dana sounds like she’s well put together better than me,” She admitted, chuckling a little hoping he was kidding.

Headcanon time: Legacy

So this one goes to @usaagent and the Erskine legacy.

So during the years after Tommy Angelo became an informant for the FBI and left for Empire Bay under a new name, Dana decided to take a vacation: Traveling to Europe before the whole Hydra and WWII thing decided to go on, was the entire vacation dream. She traveled to everywhere she could. Then she landed in Augsburg. One day, she was at a cafe when she sat next to Erskine’s table. He was working on a series of notes for something about home growth or something, it was a long time ago. Erksine noticed when she pointed that out and was quick to fix the error, but it led to an entire conversation about human anatomy.

Every time the two met at the cafe, they often resumed and carried out various conversations ranging from philosophy and cultures of the world. There were times when they exchanged several words their respective homelands (Dana=Okinawan dialect, Erskine=German) Although the latter of the two was too old to even learn new languages. But it was fun and hilarious to try anyway.

Then…The war came, and for Dana, it meant leaving. But for Erskine, it meant escaping Hydra or worse the horrors yet to come. So Erskine and his family escaped with Dana. There were some close calls, but Dana was determined to help him and his family. At this time they had become conversational friends. Or attached in some way that unlocked the lock she placed on her heart. At this time she hadn’t learned to get better after Paulie’s death and the Salieri shitstorm. But she got them to New York, get situated with the money made smuggling alcohol with Sam, Tommy, and Paulie. Then she headed to Empire Bay to make sure nobody was trying mess with Tommy or his family, but she still kept in touch with Erskine through letters and providing feedback when needed. And he updated her on candidates and his philosophy of a man who could not only win the war but be a good man who continued to be a good man after the war and to stand up for the little people, like Dana. 

Then…One day, she got a letter. Not from Erskine. His wife. Erskine had been killed when his dream came true. She attended the funeral.

 So did Steve Rogers, right before he was shipped out. They never spoke a word to each other over Dana’s grave but she knew who he was. He was became the dream Erskine achieved, but the first was achieved. The later part became achieved when Isaiah Nasley took up the name ‘Captain America’ and continued helping the little people who needed it the most. She takes a close watch on the legacy Erskine, and the people who carry the dream in his name.

They? Her friends, the people she grew up with, the ones she cherished. Even after all this time? Or the people that came after? Would they see her here? What would they think of her? All of this ran through her mind. But seeing an old friend only lent her one word.

“Hi,” She said, even if he wasn’t hers. Even if he wasn’t the Logan of this life, she still said hi.  Even knowing the Logan of her life was gone, she still wanted to hug him tight either way.

With that simple invite, the tremble in her right fleshed hand trembled. But now she didn’t have to walk through those gates, alone. Taking a deep breath, she took a step and then another and so forth. She was near his side now, taking a couple glances at the students and the sight of the school.

 Home. She was home again. She realizes these very stone bricks of the house were still the same ones. It’s takes everything not to break down and cry, even though her emotions are tearing apart at the seams.

“What...Happened while I was gone? There’s so many people here now. How are you here, even if you’re not my Logan?”

Looking back at the house and back at him, so many questions arise with the emotions.

The 1975 - If I Believe You