My name is Katherine Genevieve Fury. Adopted daughter of Nick Fury. He found me roaming the streets when I was ten, took me in, kept me since. That may be because I'm a mutant. He brought me into work every day, brought me to a tutor. After school lessons, I would train with one of the agents. I learned how to fight, throw knives, use a gun. I wanted to be just like my dad.
He worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. Stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I trained until I was 19. Then I was officially Agent Fury. I always went on missions with Agent Phil Coulson, probably since dad trusted him most.
Like I said, I'm a mutant. I can see people's memories by placing my forehead against theirs. Kind of ironic because I don't remember anything from my life before I was six. I'm pretty sure I was born like this, but I don't know exactly.
"We have a package arriving." Dad said as I walked into his office.
"What kind of package?" I asked.
"A frozen one. I want you in the basement to see." Dad answered.
"When?" I asked, looking at my watch.
"Now."
"Yes, sir." I said before leaving and going into the elevator.
I walked into the basement and saw Coulson, "What's the package-"
I stopped when I saw our 'package' on the table. Dad wasn't kidding. It was frozen. It was also Captain America. Coulson must be fangirling right now. Captain America is his favorite super hero.
"You can swoon, you know. I won't judge." I whispered to Coulson.
A few of the members of S.H.I.E.L.D came over with a few heaters, they were going to defrost him? Coulson and I stood there for hours, and most of Captain America's body was thawed.
My eyebrows came together in confusion. I saw the chest moving. Was the body... breathing? I walked over and pushed one of the scientists away and leaned my ear near his mouth, I could hear his breaths.
"Oh, my god. This guy's still alive!" I exclaimed.
That happened about three days ago. Dad had a fake room set up on the first floor, and put guards around it. He had me dress in a 1940's outfit and told me that if he woke up, tell him he was in New York City. An old radio was set up in the room and played a 1941 baseball game. Dad wanted to break it to Steve slowly, didn't want to startle the super solider.
When he finally woke up, I walked into the room,
"Morning." I smiled at him and looked down at my watch, "Or should I say afternoon."
"Where am I?" Steve asked.
"You're in a recovery room in New York City." I lied.
He looked around before looking back at me, "Where am I really?"
"I'm afraid I don't understand." I told him.
"The game. It's from May 1941. I know 'cause I was there." Steve said.
Oh shit. He knows.
He stood up and walked over to me, "I'm going to ask you again, where am I."
I pressed the button on my remote, "Captain Rodgers-"
"Who are you?!"
Guards came into the room and Steve knocked them back against the wall, breaking it. Steve jumped out and ran towards the door, "Captain Rodgers, wait!"
"Shit." I whispered and ran towards the garage, "All Agents, code 13. I repeat, all Agents code 13."
I took off me heels and put my blonde hair into a ponytail before getting to the garage, where my dad was waiting.
"Sorry. He kinda freaked out." I told him as we drove after Steve.
"It's fine." Dad replied. "We just can't let him get away."
We saw Steve in Times Square, and Agents pulled their cars up around him so he couldn't escape.
"At ease, soldier! Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there, but we thought it best to break it to you slowly." Dad called out to him.
"Break what?" Steve asked.
"You've been asleep, Cap. For almost 70 years." Dad answered.
Steve spun around, looking at the city around him.
"You gonna be okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I just... I had a date."