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Steve walked into the old gym around the corner of the place he had been staying in since waking up in a world completely different from his own. The dust settled down after that battle with the Chitauri, and he knew no one and nothing would ever be the same. Those signs were there even that far away from the main area of the battle.
Ted Grant, the owner of the gym and a former boxer, waved over at him. He was helping two young women with something before he walked over to him.
"Saw you on the news. . .Captain," Ted said to him. "Thank you for what you did."
Steve felt uncomfortable over that sort of thing, and he brushed them off. As with anything else people would have said to him since that day in Midtown. He did not do that to be recognized. Leading the Avengers was the right thing to do.
"You're welcome," he said to him. "You don't need to mention it."
Ted Grant had seemed to appear to be very understanding of that, and he did not mention that again.
"If you need anything," he said to him as he walked back towards the two young women. "Don't hesitate to ever ask."
Both of the young women had been watching them as they spoke to each other. One had long, bright blonde hair and was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting, light blue shirt. The second had long, dark hair and was wearing clothing that had appeared to hug every inch of her.
The second young woman was the one who had caught his attention the most. Not because she was a looker but because of the way she seemed to have been carrying herself. Confidence. A feeling of fight and spirited fire. She was strong in her own way, that much he could tell.
The young woman was quietly speaking to her friend, and they were learning some moves.
"You're still involved with training?" Steve asked Ted. From what he said about himself in the past, that had not been happening in years.
"More for an old friend," Ted said to him. He started to wear a faraway look in his eyes as he thought about something that had happened to him in the past. "As a favor for an old friend."
With those words, Ted left him along to some of the punching bags. He looked over at the young woman every once in awhile. She could clearly take care of herself, so there was a reason why she was helping out her friend. It turned out they were done at about the same time, and she was drinking some water as she had waited for her friend to finish up with something.
The young woman walked over to him, quirking up an eyebrow at him. "I haven't seen you around here."
"Should be saying that to you," he replied.
She gave him a small smile. "We just got back. . .when the planes could land at the airport because. . ." She stopped talking to look at her friend for a moment before looking back at him. "This was the first time this could be possible. . ." She gave him a questioning look.
"A few weeks for me," he said to her. "It's the only time I could really think."
The young woman appeared to be thoughtful for a moment. "Wasn't good for today. . .was it?"
She must have caught him watching her without him realizing it.
Steve tried to say something to her, but he could not. She only raised one had to stop him, and she pulled a card from her bag.
"My name's Helena Wayne, Captain," she said, handing him the card. She was giving him a very bright smile. "Call me. . .if you want. . ."
She winked back at him before she left with her friend, and she looked back at him over her shoulder as she walked. Steve knew that he would never have been able to look away from her.
"Who was that?" Kara Kent asked Helena when they were in the waiting vehicle outside of the gym. She had given Alfred Pennyworth a smile in greeting when she got into the car. They could see the young man who was still watching them, mostly watching Helena, leave the gym.
"You weren't paying attention in school," Helena told her. "He's Steve Rogers. Captain America."
"Wait. . .he was?" Kara said to her. She was incredibly surprised by that. "How did you know that?"
"I have my ways," Helena said to her, giving her a mischievous grin. She knew the exact way to really annoy her.
"I hate it when you do that," Kara said to her.
"Do what?" Helena asked, trying to appear to be as innocent as possible. It was their way of irritating each other. No matter what. "Answer your questions?'
"You're really annoying, you know that?" Kara asked her, rolling her eyes at her.
When she was back at her place, Helena went over to where she had kept some old family albums that had been given to her when she had started to live with her father. One was of the Kane family, where her maternal grandmother came from.
She started to look at the picture of Martha Kane, her brother, Phillip, and her mother, Peggy Carter. It was something that had never been too much of a concern for her, but she should have thought more of it. Kara wanted to know more about how she knew about the Captain. She always had the best stories for her when she was younger. Of her times during the war and afterwards. They had always enraptured her so much during the worst the city had to offer.
They were some of the main reasons why she would do what she did. Standing up for what was right, even when no one else would even bother to try. In her eyes, that was the only way to make a difference in the world.