Agent Carter: The Better Man: The RIght Partner 1

"Give me your coordinates. I'll find you a safe landing site." Agent Peggy Carter spoke into the microphone.
"There's not going to be a safe landing. I'm going to try and force it down." Captain America, Steve Rogers replied
"I'll get Howard on the line, he'll know what to do." she grasped for ideas
"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water." he was adamnant
"Please, don't do this. We have time, we can work it out." she practically begged him
"Right now, I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die. Peggy... This is my choice." he was firm on his decision.
However, so was she, “No” she forced herself to speak again, swallowing her sadness, “Give me your coordinates, now.”
“Peggy, – I” he began
“You may be a Captain, but I still out-rank you” she practically barked into the microphone.
On the Valkyrie, Steve thought about this. He wrestled with the controls and started to understand that the plane was too damaged to trust. The steering yoke barely moved to the right and left… but it did seem to go up and down. He leaned into the mike to make sure Peggy could hear him over the howl of the wind through the broken cockpit window.
“I'm heading towards New York. I'm about – somewhere over the Arctic” he explained, “It would take some time, hours for me to reach, but this thing's on autopilot. I can't divert course without holding steering yoke down”
“Find something to wedge under it” Peggy suggested, “Something to tie it with. A piece of cord or a necktie-- anything”
Steve glanced around. The bombs wouldn't go off by remote, and they weren't set on a timer. Only an impact might do anything, if at all. He could very well force the plane down and leap out. He let go of the control yoke for a moment, and rushed back to the cargo hold. One of the Hydra soldiers lay dead, or unconscious on the floor. Steve dragged him to the control panel, bashed his head into the back of the pilot's seat for good measure, and wedged the lifeless corpse under the control yoke, pointing it downward. Immediately, the plan headed into a nosedive. Steve braced himself against the radio controls and sent out his coordinates, as best he could manage. Hopefully, Peggy would reach them and find him soon enough. He snatched another Hydra soldier's jacket and shoved it on over his uniform. Grabbing a parachute from next to the loading hatch, he pulled it on and leapt out, hoping for the best. He fumbled with his handheld radio, knowing it wouldn't reach anyone from this distance, and watched as the aircraft nose-dived into the ice. It broke through the frozen sheets and plunged into the water. There was a delayed explosion from the impact and jets of icy water shot up into the sky. After what seemed like hours, but was closer to moments, Steve yanked the pull cord, and the chute opened up. He floated safely down to the ice floe below.

Hours, days later, without food and water, Steve Rogers lay, seemingly frozen solid, on the ice.
That was where Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, and the SSR search and rescue team found him.