The sound of her heels clicking on the polished black flooring was all that could be heard as she walked down the seemingly, never-ending hallway.
Eyes staring straight ahead and long, blonde, hair swaying down her back, she kept her face unreadable as the room she was heading to came closer and closer. She resisted the urge to pull her jacket closer, to protect herself from the cold feeling she was getting.
She was use to the coldness this place gave off by now. After all, she was there when this place first got lifted off the ground. Of course, it was a lot smaller back than compared to what it's like now.
However, over the years, she tried stayed away, wanting nothing to do with S.H.E.I.L.D.
It changed, but of course it would. Of course it was different from what it was like back in the late 40's, early 50's. Still, she would never get use to walking down the halls, knowing she wasn't going to see her mothers beautiful face, or 'uncle's' classic smirk.
Really, she had other ideas on how she was going to spend her day. But, when she got an urgent call from the director, telling her to come down right away, telling her he was awake, she knew she had to. Though part of her still didn't want to.
Slowing down and coming to a stop, she turned to her left, staring at the door in front of her for a few moments before pushing it open to find two men standing inside, one in a suit and the other in a black trench-coat and eyepatch.
"You called?" She spoke up in her American accent, but stayed in the doorway.
Turning towards the door, Agent Coulson gave her a nod and slight smile as Nick Fury spoke up, never turning away from the wall in front of him.
"Didn't think you'd come."
"Did you really?" She raised an elegant eyebrow. "Cause I'm pretty sure you did."
This time, Fury did turn. He gave her an unreadable look before turning back to the one-sided window in front of him, beckoning her to step forward as he did so.
She hesitated for a moment, something she didn't do much. But, she knew that the moment she stepped into that room, her life was going to change. And she didn't know if it was for better or for worse yet.
Still, she swallowed her pride and held her head high, before stepping slowly into the room. She walked up to Coulson and Fury, standing in between them and staring into the window.
Her bright blue eyes focused in on the room in front of her.
A man… well, not just any man. Captain America, Steve Rogers, he was sitting on the edge of the bed in a room that looked like a hospital room. His hands are folded on his lap and he was looking down at them, making it impossible to see his whole face. It seemed like he didn't know they where watching him, or if he did, he was hiding it well.
She couldn't believe it. After all these years… She stared into the room, not blinking as she held her breath.
She was here to, finally, talk to him. But now, as she watched him and studied the confused look he had on his face, a part of her didn't want to. And that part grew bigger and bigger with every passing second she watched him.
"Well," Fury spoke from behind her, almost causing her to jump. Almost. "I guess this is where introductions are in order."
She didn't reply, through she was about to. However, the moment the words left Fury's mouth, it was almost as if Steve heard them, because his face suddenly lifted and he turned to the one-way window.
On his end, all he saw was himself. But, on her end, she saw a lost man. A man out of his time. A perfect man. The perfect solider. She saw a man with blonde hair, parted in the perfect 40's style, which showed just how much he was out-of-place. However, the thing that caught her eye the most, was when her eyes landed on his. Baby-blue met baby-blue. If she only focused on his eyes, it was like looking in the mirror.
And, it was at that moment, the moment when her eyes found his, that she knew she couldn't do this. She had to get out. And it only took Fury's next words to make her do so.
"Meet your father, Ms. Rogers."
I Hold On.
Part l.
Coming January 19th, 2015.