Part I

Steve focused on his punching bag as his many flashbacks to before he crashed the plane took over and clouded his mind. As he continued to thrash the bag, it was as if he were thrashing the memories themselves. After just a few moments, he managed to knock the sand filled bag off its chain and sent it hurtling into the opposite wall, bursting the bag in the process and spilling sand all over the gym floor.

"At ease, Rogers," Came Fury's deep voice, "I believe you may have scared the person I brought to meet you."

Steve turned to face him wondering who on earth he would need introducing to. His eyes settled on the lightening eyed brunette lady next to Fury. She looked almost like a child in height standing next to him. Her hair fell in near perfect waves, framing her oval face in a completely perfect way. Her eyes were a light blue that he had never seen before and for a moment he lost himself in them. He shook his head slightly and walked forward, examining her further as he moved towards her. Her lips were a tempting ruby color with a natural pout that nearly begged him to kiss her. Every inch of the woman cried out for petting, stroking, kissing and biting; it was as if God had created her to sexually frustrate every sworn chivalrous gentleman in the world. As he held out his hand to her, she withdrew from him and he saw that he had indeed scared the little angel.

Fury placed his hand on the girl's back with a gentleness that was very uncharacteristic of him. "Rogers, this is our newest and tiniest agent." He said, pulling her forward patiently. "Colleen, I guarantee you that Rogers has no intentions of hurting you. You do not pose a threat to America, do you?"

Colleen giggled, the sound was almost melodic and it made Steve's muscles instantly relax. "I would hope not, even armed I'm more of a danger to myself than I am to America." She said, her voice just as harmonic as her giggle. It was as if it were seeping into his veins like a medicine, dulling the ache in the scars on his heart and in his mind. She took the hand that he only now realized he had been holding out awkwardly this whole time. Her hand was incredibly soft and so small in his own. "My name is Colleen Romanov, Mister Rogers."

He smiled warmly at her. He wondered if there had been something medically done to her to make every word she spoke come out like a song and soothe him into a state of permanent euphoria in her presence. "You can call me Steve, sweetheart." He said after a moment of searching for his voice, it seemed the pretty-eyed vixen had stolen it from him. "Romanov as in Natasha's…"

"Daughter by a very recent adoption," She said as Fury snuck out of the room unnoticed by either of them. "I was homeless up until a few months ago, so I really didn't have a last name for paperwork and likewise, on paper she is my mother. She takes it very seriously though. I even have a curfew."

Steve narrowed his eyes at her. "A curfew? How young are we, Miss Romanov?" He asked, suddenly very, very concerned about what he'd just done to her with his eyes.

She smiled in a slightly knowing way as she released his hand, and his hand felt suddenly very empty and cold without hers to occupy it. "I am twenty two, Steve." She said with a measured patience. "That does not concern Natasha though, I still have to be in my bed by midnight and I'm not allowed to go on more than one day missions without another person with me."

"That's a long leash she has you on there," He said around a nervous laugh. She picked up the concern in his voice easily. "So tell me, if you cannot be considered a threat with a weapon, what exactly is your special talent?"

"I'm twenty two," Colleen said. "I have lived on the streets since I was eight years old up until two months ago when Fury witnessed my talents in action and brought me here. Girls twice my size and age do not last half as long as I did on the streets." She moved towards him a little. "You see, I possess a silver tongue, I've been able to talk my way out of almost every bad hand dealt to me in my lifetime." She moved even closer to him and he found himself measuring the distance between their lips in his head. "I can convince nearly anyone to do nearly anything I need them to do." Her hand came up, fingers gently brushing lightly against his cheek, like a whisper. "There is no shortage of people that S.H.I.E.L.D needs me to convince of things. I also possess amazing soothing abilities because everything about me draws you in, makes you want to spill all your deepest darkest secrets and makes you consider asking me to be held." She dropped her hand from his face and shot him a dazzling smile. "I am good at my job."

"That is absolutely incredible," Steve said, his skin tingling where she had touched him. So it wasn't a medical enhancement, the woman was just very talented at twisting words. He found himself craving her touch, one more brush of her fingertips against his skin. He smiled fondly at her. "You are quite an amazing lady, Colleen."

She backed away from him a little with a sort of shy smile on her face. "You think that now," She said. "Wait until you see me with a gun, you'll change your mind really quick. Fury likes to refer to me as an 'accident waiting for a place to happen'. And speaking of Fury, I believe he is waiting for me."

He didn't want her to leave, not at all. "You mean, you weren't brought here to attempt to get me back into the world?" He asked.

She shook her head. "Nope, I was merely brought here to be introduced to the most estranged member of S.H.I.E.L.D, being that you would most likely not be coming to meet me anytime soon." She said. She brought those dazzling eyes back to his and took his hand again and shook it gently. "It was nice meeting you, Steve."

Steve brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. "I believe it was nicer meeting you, Colleen." He said and released her hand reluctantly. He watched her walk away and thought to himself that even though she said she had been brought for no other purpose than to be introduced to him, she was indeed getting him back into the world.

For now all he could do was wonder how, when and where he was going to see her next.