Gold- Britt Nicole

"You were given this life, because you were strong enough to live it." -Unknown

A lump caught in his throat as he stared at the picture of Peggy Carter in front of him. He had her number, and his phone was just a few feet away. Yet, it just didn't seem right. Steve couldn't bear to push himself towards her. She probably had a life, a husband for that matter. But he still let his heart shatter as he saw the photographs of his friends. Some of the commandos lived longer than the others, and more so. They died in or just after the war was over.

They had won the war, well. That's what they told him anyway. Not one person had told him the death rates of the war. He couldn't look, for he knew he would take each of their souls on his shoulder. As one more united weight for him to bear on his shoulders. For Steve Rogers was a kind, gentle and brave man. Yet, he took death seriously, and he knew the same of every solider that had died on his watch. It would have torn most men to pieces. Although Steve had the serum runnin' through his veins, keeping away most of the mental and physical pain. All except the pain the heart took. Not even Shield, or Hydra or Aliens could fix a broken heart. Especially the one of a well known Super Soldier.

Sure he felt useful. The attack on New York made him feel wanted in this new age, but it also tore him down. He had missed so much, and there was a lot he needed to know. Tony Stark was constantly on him. Teasing, prying. Steve finally realized it was his personality, and it would never really get better.

"What did you guys even eat back in your day, dinosaurs?" The infamous Tony Stark asked as he was ordering for Steve at Shawarma.

"Nothing like this stuff." His eyes glanced over the selection as his stomach rumbled and grumbled. Steve looked up and down the menu, but he didn't know what half the stuff was.

"Just Get Him a number three, Stark." Natasha Romanoff spoke up as she and Clint Barton had already ordered the same. "It's nothing too fancy"

"Alright, and a number three for Capsicle." Steve gave Natasha a silent thank you.

They all soon sat down to eat, Steve was exhausted even though he had literally slept for seventy years. His mental stress soon became physical. Besides, they were all worn out and covered in soot. At least he had great friends and good food.

Until he could find a place to stay. He had been offered a floor in Stark, well now Avengers Tower. Pepper had it decorated specially for him. Somehow they had found pre-war pictures and hung them on the walls. There were also some from the war, and a few from the past few weeks. But there were also various other pictures than hung on the walls that he could hardly recognize.

The furniture was older, but new. Classically designed so it looked older, furniture his mother would have died to have. At first, he thought they would be uncomfortable to sit on. Yet, they were comfier than one could imagine. The lights were fashioned to look old as well, but shone brighter than any light did in the 30's.

He was born into WWI, and fought in WWII. So he rationed everything. He never had too much food, or more than one pair of shoes. But this century carelessly threw everything away. Although Nothing surprised him more than Jarvis.

"Captain Rogers, is there anything that I can assist you with?" Steve flinched and looked around for the strange voice that seemed to come from everywhere. "I'm sorry Sir. My name is Jarvis, Mr. Stark's AI. Or Artificial Intelligence. I am here to assist him, and all of his guests with their needs."

"So you're sorta like a computer... butler?"

"If you would like to think that way, than yes."

"Do you have a mind, like me?"

"I have a artificial processing system Captain Rogers. But yes, that is sort of like a mind."

"What exactly can you help me with?"

"Almost anything."

"Anything?" Steve reiterated.

"Yes Sir."

"What's it like outside?"

"It is approximately 70 degrees outside, with a 40% chance of rain later today."

"103 multiplied by 57."

"5871" Jarvis spoke immediately.

"How old am I?"

"94 years old Sir. Although, if you don't count your time frozen. You would be 24 years of age."

"Impressive."

"I seem to think so."

"You have a bit of Stark in you."

"I was designed and built by Mr. Stark, yes."

"Where is Tony?"

"In his lab on the fifteenth floor Captain Rogers."

"Could you tell him I'm coming up."

"Of course Sir."

So that is the first little bit of this series. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews and Pm's are always appreciated, and welcome. Also, if you have any ideas/suggestions. I would love to hear them!