Hello everyone! Alright, so this is my first Marvel fic, so please bear with me as I familiarize myself with writing this universe and the characters. So, this is a Steve/OC story that I have been planning for a while and I know the description kinda sucks, so I'll give some more info. Renegades will be split into three books. This story will cover The Avengers through The Winter Soldier. The second book will cover Age of Ultron through Civil War. The third book will cover pre and post-Infinity War. If you have any questions you can always pm me on here or message me on the story's tumblr blog, renegadesfanfic.

Rating: T for basics: violence, romance and language (will become more frequent)

Pairings: major - Steve/OC, minor - possible OC/OC (very little of this, just hints; one sided), Natasha/Bruce, Tony/Pepper, possible Sharon/OC

Summary: Jacqueline Lewis is an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D., and she is tasked with monitoring Steve Rogers after his body is discovered. After he wakes up, she is tasked to help him adjust to living in a whole new time period. Through battling aliens, espionage, and a psychotic A.I., the agent and soldier will be forever entwined.

Warnings: mild violence, language, romance and supporting character suffers from disease (Alzheimer's). I will be putting warnings at the start of each part.

Renegade

n. a person who deserts and betrays an organization, country, or set of principles.

New York City, New York, 2012

…

"How is he doing?"

Jacqueline's eyes scanned the monitors, the image of a sleeping Steve Rogers was the only constant feed on the screen. It was the image she had been viewing for the past few weeks. Fury was the one who put her on this.

"He's still doing good. Vitals are fine. It's just all about waiting for him to wake up."

The agent nodded, her eyes still glued to the screen.

It had been a long few weeks. The time that was spent just staring at screens, being met with nothing different. The day that Steve's body was brought back was filled with calm curiosity. Everyone knew who was being brought to headquarters and the building was alive with chatter. Almost seventy years had passed since Rogers disappeared. Howard Stark had conducted a search to retrieve his body, coming up with everything except the body. It wasn't until two years ago, Fury had authorized another search for the Captain's body and it was a success. Jacqueline could recall the moment she heard the news. Fury had been briefing her about the progress in the search when Coulson called.

"They found him."

Jacqueline felt like she was short of breath. They actually found him. She didn't necessarily know what they would find. It was going to go two ways: they find the body, or they don't. The finding, however, left her a little confused. Her reaction to the fact that the old mystery surrounding his disappearance had finally been answered, was bland. She didn't know what to think. Everyone around her was relieved, happy even. Perhaps, it was just the shock that he was actually found that kept her from feeling anything else. This was a man who Jacqueline only heard stories about. She only knew the myth that was Steve Rogers. The image of him that had been forever immortalized by the people. That is what she grew up with. Rumors about what happened to him was a constant topic she was exposed to.

It was only when she saw his body upon its arrival, did it finally sink in. This was Steve Rogers, Captain America. The man that the entire country had deemed a hero and his disappearance mourned. He became larger than life, which is what America was good at. Martyring beloved figures into immortality. But, he wasn't dead. He was very much alive, having only been preserved in the ice. An extreme case of hibernation for a human. Fury immediately had him interred in a controlled setting. A room that was built to take on a 1940's environment, so that when he did wake up, it would be easier for them to give the information.

Eventually, Jacqueline was put into a new position. Fury wanted her to keep an eye on him, along with a team who were stationed to monitor him around the clock. She was there to check in periodically and relay the information over to Fury. Each time she went to check on him the feeling of anticipation became more prominent. Would he really wake up? Or is he just going to remain in a constant sleep? She didn't know which would be best.

A silent breath emitted from the agent. Perhaps the latter would be best. If he were to wake up, he would have to acquaint himself with an entirely new time. Everything is different. She can't imagine how confusing and scary it would be to wake up in a world he doesn't recognize.

"Lewis?"

Jacqueline was startled out of her thoughts and focused her attention on Briggs who was looking at her. "Yeah?"

He indicated on the screen and shrugged, "There isn't much for you to see here."

"Right, sorry." She scanned the screens one more time and then tapped him on the shoulder. She was hoping that there would be something else. That if she just stared at the screen a little longer he would wake up. "If there is any change, just notify me, alright?"

"Got it."

Without skipping a beat, Jacqueline exited the monitoring room and quietly made her way down the hallway. This particular hallway was empty, as it should be. Only a few select people were allowed down this way. Jacqueline is one of them. It was quiet, which she was used to on her trips down here. And quiet was something that was slowly becoming a foreign idea for her. Her life has always had some form of chaos that swirled around her. Getting a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't really help that aspect. Sometimes, she just longed for peace and quiet. Those moments were a rarity, walking down this hallway was one of those times.

The moment was soon dismissed. After swiping her I.D., she stepped out into the main lobby of the building. The area was huge, the ceilings were towering at a high level, people were walking or standing in groups talking, their voices created a cacophony of noises that was instantly familiar to her. It only reminded her of S.H.I.E.L.D. Being at home, it was quiet and peaceful, work was always the noisy aspect of her life.

Jacqueline was a person who harbored the ability to compartmentalize. There was her personal life and then her work life. She tries to keep them from bleeding into one another and in their individual sections. It doesn't always work. And when it doesn't it's her work life that tends to take over everything. But when someone is working as an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not something that can be easily avoided. It was an aspect of this job she learned to accept and to live with. Not everything was going to go accordingly. If it did then that would just make life stale.

She was venturing towards the employee lounge for much-needed caffeine. Sleep wasn't something she had been getting the past week or so. Nothing in her personal life was making her sleep patterns abnormal, this was something that happens a couple of times every few months. She just wouldn't be able to sleep. It would last for a couple of weeks before getting back to its regular schedule. Alex, one of her co-workers, suggested getting a prescription for sleeping pills to which she immediately rejected. She didn't need pills. In a couple of days or so, it should all go back to normal.

"Jackie!" Speaking of the devil. Jacqueline didn't stop walking, only allowed herself to glance over at the agent as he caught up with her.

He took one glance at her and let out a hum. "Well, don't you look exhausted."

Thanks for that, she thought, "Why do you think I'm heading to the lounge?"

"Ah, yes, your daily dose of caffeine, how could I forget?"

"I don't drink that much caffeine." Her defense was weak because it wasn't the truth. Jacqueline could go through four or five cups. Sometimes even more. That's how everyone knew her sleep schedule was out of sync. But, Alex was the only one who was able to tease her about it.

The weak rebuttal only made him smile, the smile that could make other women swoon over him. She noticed it every time she was with him. Whether they were at headquarters or out at other locations, women always had to take a second look at him. Jacqueline could only meet this with an eye roll, but she could see why they would. He wasn't that bad looking; his dark brown hair was always kept neatly trimmed and his deep blue eyes made it feel like he could read your thoughts and that bright smile. Yeah, he was eye candy for some.

"How's the captain?"

Alex made no remark until they were in the lobby. Perhaps he was debating with himself about whether he should ask her about it. Watching over someone who was sleeping, wasn't exactly the most exciting thing to be doing.

Reaching for a Styrofoam cup, Jacqueline scoffed while pouring out the coffee, "How do you think? He's been asleep since they brought him back. There has been no serious progress in his condition."

"That is until he wakes up." Alex clarified, pouring himself a cup as well.

She pointed a finger at him as she took a drink, "That's the key word right there, until."

The way she said it, made Alex a little confused. She sounded doubtful. "You don't think he's going to wake up?"

"It doesn't matter what I think," she dusted off some lint that was left on her blazer, "I just need to check up on him every so often and report it back to Fury." She honestly didn't know why Fury insisted on it. Every day, she reported the exact same thing and he takes the information as if it was new or useful. Every once in a while Jacqueline thought that maybe he was just testing her. But, no.

Her phone began to vibrate.

Pulling it out from her pocket, her eyebrows raised at the name and Alex was allowed a quick glance at the screen, it was Fury. "You might want to answer it." Alex sounded like he thought she wasn't going to.

"I know," Jacqueline stepped away and answered the call, "Yes, sir."

"Lewis, how's the captain?"

"Fine, as usual, sir, his vitals are good, everything is stable."

"You don't sound so enthusiastic, Lewis."

Jacqueline shrugged her shoulders, "With all due respect sir, it's been the same report since he arrived in New York. Nothing has changed."

"Keep a close watch him, Lewis. That's what I assigned you to do."

Nodding silently, she answered, "Yes, sir."

"I'm back at headquarters now for a briefing. Afterward, I need to speak with you about Rogers."

At this, Jacqueline shifted in her stance; shoulders leveled out and back straightened. "Is there something wrong?"

"It's not a serious matter, Lewis. Just something that we need to discuss."

"Very well," she wasn't going to get anything else out of him. "I'll let you know if there is any change in his condition."

"Understood."

At that, Jacqueline pulled the phone away and ended the call. He needed to talk to her about Rogers. What else is there for her to know? He clearly said that it wasn't anything serious, that should give her some kind of relief. But, it still didn't give her any kind of answers.

"Is everything alright?"

Alex's question snapped Jacqueline back into reality. She immediately turned around and stashed the phone back into her pocket. "Yeah. Fury is here for a briefing." She cut the answer short, he didn't need to know the other half of their short conversation.

"Briefing," he repeated the word and then eyes widened with realization. "Shit." He quickly discarded his coffee cup, "I need to be there." On his way towards the door, he turned to look back at Jacqueline, "make sure you drink all of that."

She raised her cup up to him in affirmation, "You don't need to tell me twice. Go or you won't make it."

Flashing his signature smile, Alex pulled open the door and slipped out. Jacqueline was left alone, to drink the rest of her coffee and to…sit in silence. She had no briefings to attend and she was supposed to check on Steve in an hour or so. She had time to kill. Vouching for staying in here, she pulled out a seat at one of the tables intent on finishing her coffee. She was going to need all the caffeine she could obtain.

…

An hour had passed. Drinking her coffee, and allowing herself to have a moment to relax did wonders for her. Granted she still felt tired, but there was more energy flowing through her veins. No doubt that it came from all that caffeine. Regardless, stepping out of the lounge, she was ready. Next stop, checking back in with Steve's progress. She didn't expect there to be anything new. If there was, she would have been notified.

Just as the thought passed, Jacqueline could feel her phone going off in her pocket. Pausing entirely, Jacqueline pulled out her phone and answered the call. "Yeah?"

"Lewis? This is Briggs."

"Briggs, has there been any change in Rogers' condition?"

Silence.

That was kind of odd. Jacqueline was just standing in the middle of the main lobby, with the phone up to her ear. The other agents probably thought it was a little strange seeing her like that. Realizing this, she stepped over towards the wall, lessening the attention she was receiving. "Hello?"

This time she could hear a small commotion ensuing in the background, yelling to be exact. "Briggs?"

Still nothing.

Jacqueline pursed her lips in frustration. "Briggs!" She tried again and she heard the phone being fumbled around with on the other end. "Briggs…"

"He's awake Lewis! Rogers is awake! He broke out and is headed towards the main lobby!"

The words didn't register at first. She was silent, standing near the wall, unable to form sentences. She couldn't answer him. Briggs calling out her name on the other end didn't snap her out of it. He was awake. He's heading for the main lobby.

As if on cue, she looked to her left and there he was, Steve Rogers, wearing a simple white t-shirt and beige cargo pants. Hair slightly disheveled and every part of him was tense. Jacqueline recognized it right away. The way he was moving and holding himself. He was scared. Steve looked wildly around him and turned to face directly at Jacqueline and their eyes locked on each other.

Jacqueline stepped away from the wall, her hand that was still grasping the phone slowly went limp by her side. He was awake. Fully alive in front of her. Everything around her slowed down, her body went numb with shock, and her mind was not able to fully process what was currently happening. Any and all stories she had heard about Steve Rogers were deemed unimportant. Like Peggy always told Jacqueline, focus on the actual man, not the myth. The man was standing right in front of her. He wasn't a myth, he was real.

All agents! Code 13! All agents, code 13!

The words were nothing but low, garbled noises when she first heard them. Then, it gradually got louder, more clear until they were fully ringing in her ear. That was when she felt it. The adrenaline searing through her veins. It brought all of her sense back to life. She regained the use of her legs and started running after him.

"Captain Rogers!"

That didn't have the desired effect. Not only was she starting to go after him, all the other agents now had their eyes set on him. He turned and ran.

"Captain Rogers! Wait!" Jacqueline called out again, desperate to get him to stop and trying her best to stay ahead of the group that was running with her.

She chased him all the way towards the entrance, calling his name at the same time, but stopped once she realized where he was heading. Immediately, she turned around and found a group of security personnel. "Call Fury! And get the cars out there now! He's heading towards Times Square! Go!"

As the personnel took off, Jacqueline pushed her way through the crowd, everyone was all over the place. She had to go find out what exactly happened. What made Steve tick? Finally getting to a clear area, her phone began to go off, looking down she saw that it was Fury. Right on time.

"Yes, sir." She was quick to answer this call.

"What happened?"

She was short of breath from her run, she had to brace a hand against the wall to catch her breath. "I have no idea; I'm heading back there now to see what happened."

"I'm heading out towards Times Square now, we'll get him back. I'll touch back soon."

"Understood."

Jacqueline stowed away the phone back into her pocket and ran for the metal doors that led to the monitoring station. After swiping her card, she pushed open the doors and sprinted down the rest of the hallway. Instead of going straight to the monitoring room, the door to Steve's 'room' was open and she skidded to a halt. Several people were inside, the wall was busted with a gigantic hole that was ever so present and two guards were being attended to.

"Briggs." The guard turned, attention was on her, waiting for either instruction or some kind of scolding. But, Jacqueline only met him with one question. "What the hell happened?"

"He woke up." Jacqueline threw a look at him, I know he woke up, were the unsaid words. He quickly noticed this and scrambled for the right explanation. "Agent Howard was the one who went in to speak with him." Briggs pointed at the women dressed in 1940's attire.

Jacqueline wasted no time. She quickly approached her, the agent seemed to be a little shaken by all that had just happened. Made sense. "Agent Howard, I need you to tell me what happened."

"He knew there was something wrong."

That was straight to the point. "What do you mean?"

"The game that we were broadcasting on the radio, he was at that game."

Shit.

Jacqueline's eyes closed, and her head hung down. Something that was so simple, and minimal was what blew the cover right off. That was a detail they didn't even think to consider. It was such a long stretch as well. Who knew that the game they would be playing just happened to be the same game he attended? Still, it should have at least crossed her mind.

"Okay," she breathed out and ran a hand through her brown hair. "Then what made him create that?" She pointed at the huge hole in the wall.

"I called in for the security when he got too close. I didn't know what he was going to do."

Jacqueline nodded, surveying the damage, "he was probably scared, top that off with confused as well."

"It was nothing too serious, Lewis."

"It may not be that serious, but we were hoping to do all of this smoothly." The three of them stood in silence, hearing only the voices of the people checking the two guards that were unconscious. Finally, Jacqueline cleared her throat. "Okay, well, just make sure this place gets cleaned up, and make sure those two are alright."

"Got it, Lewis."

She made a hasty exit. What a day this has been.

Weeks of monitoring Steve has finally been 'paid' off in a sense. Everyone was anticipating when he would wake up, it was the subject of small chatter among the other agents. Now, not only did he wake up, but he essentially broke out. She was fairly certain that it wasn't just her who was surprised at this. Everyone was expecting a smooth transition when it came to relaying the information to Rogers. That clearly didn't happen, since all of the agents answered to a code 13. Jacqueline couldn't really be angry about it or blame him. If she were in his position, she would flip shit as well.

The look on his face when their eyes met, was still so clear. Panic, confusion, fear. This was a man that she grew up hearing about. All of the stories that were passed around. She grew up with the martyred image of Steve Rogers, the image that was held on such a high pedestal. Peggy was her source of information about him. About who he really was and what he was like. Always look at the man, not the myth. Of course, that was a little hard for Jacqueline to do. When all that she was surrounded by was nothing, but a representation of him. But, she had her first experience with him. She stared him directly in the eyes and she only saw a man—nothing more. A man who was living in a time that had moved on without him.

Where does he go from here?

Halfway down the hallway, Fury called Jacqueline, telling her that they had found Steve and they were bringing him back to headquarters. At least Fury was able to calm him down.

"Make sure one of the meeting rooms is cleared. Be there in ten minutes with his file."

"Yes, sir."

A/N: This was pretty short, but it was only the introduction! I hope you all enjoyed it! A review would be greatly appreciated!

(edited 10/22/18)