Steve sat down, laughing, after trying to lift Thor's hammer, Mjo-something. He sure made it look easy. Just then, his phone rang. Who would be calling him now?
"Sorry guys, one sec." He hit the answer button and put it on speaker. "Hello?"
The voice that answered was one he'd though he'd never hear again.
"Hey, Lone Star."
He almost dropped his phone. "M-Mysty? I-is that really you?"
"You can bet on it. Missed ya."
"But-but that's impossible!"
All the others in the room were staring at him. Thor looked startled, as did Clint. Tony was plainly confused. Natasha's face was halfway impassive, as usual.
"Steve! Steve!" Bruce shook his shoulder. He sounded concerned. "Snap out of it!"
"I'm fine. Just, shocked," he replied. It was an understatement, but it placated the scientist.
"Who was that, Lone Star?" The woman's voice, now the smallest bit anxious.
"A friend of mine. Where the hell are you?"
"Train station. You?"
"Great big tower in the center of New York City. Has an enormous 'A' on the front."
Mysty laughed. "I can see it. See ya in thirty." She hung up.
Steve set his phone down so he wouldn't drop it. "This cannot be happening. Its just can't be happening."
"Aaaand why not?" Tony spread his hands wide. "Gotta give us a better explanation than that. Who is this Mysty character? Should we be concerned?"
Steve shook himself out of his daze and answered. "No you don't need to be concerned. It's just the fact that she should have died and least eighty years ago."
"Sooooo, who is she?"
"That was Mysty Catherine Rogers. She's my little sister."