Author's Note: I've been waiting to write this story! It will be better than this first chapter, by the way. But I do believe it will be a bit fluffy. Oh, well. It just wouldn't leave me alone.

Captain America is my favorite of the Avengers and I always thought of how sad it was that he never had anyone, what, with him being so handsome and all. :)

I'm introducing my first fanfiction OC. (You'll know who she is). I've had experience with other OC's before, so hopefully she won't turn out too bad.

Anyway, be clean in language and respectful in your reviews, please. I reviews, though! You don't have to leave one, but it would really make my day! You can read, now.

This new world was so confusing. Steve Rogers only half listened to his briefing as he rode in the helicopter to the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier.

He looked at the vast expanse of sky and sea and a dot in the distance that was their location. Steve felt that if he could just reach the helicarrier, he could, at last, do something worth while. He could be useful again. Agent Coulson rambled on and on, talking about Roger's new responsibilities and the way things worked on the ship. Sometimes, people thought that he was ignorant. Just because he was frozen for decades doesn't mean that he had forgotten the way of the world... right?

Of course not. Steve Rogers could take care of himself- although it would be nice to find someone who understood him and could explain what was going on, all at the same time.

Suddenly, Coulson said loudly, "Got it?", obviously in conclusion to the briefing.

With a small smile, Steve replied, "Absolutely."

Awkwardly, Coulson, looking down at Steve, then started, "You know, it's an honor to meet you... officially..." Steve smiled at this. "I sort of met you," he continued, "I mean, I watched you, when you were sleeping..." Steve looked briefly away for a moment then stood slowly up as Coulson continued, "I mean, I was present, when you were unconscious... from the ice." A pause. Then, the agent went on, even louder as if to cover up the thick awkwardness, "Really, it's just a huge honor to have you on board."

Steve, looking away, said in a low, sincere voice, "I hope I'm the right man for the job."

"Oh, you are," Coulson replied hastily, nodding vigorously, "Absolutely. We made a few modifications to the uniform... and I, uh, had a little design input."

Steve's brow wrinkled. "Aren't the stars and stripes a little... old fashioned?"

Phil's face became drawn. "Everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashioned."

They could now see the helicarrier, and it was approaching quickly. Steve could see the empty spot where they were to land. A woman was walking, seemingly absent-mindedly, into the middle of it, reading intently the clipboard she was carrying.

"Um, Agent, doesn't she need to move?" Steve gestured towards the woman, who was now almost directly below them on the landing pad.

"Oh, no. That's Ms. O'Brien. She knows what she's doing."

She moved just in time before the helicopter came in, still standing close to the landing zone, where the winds swirled her dark brown hair and her mint pencil skirt.

After a few minutes, the Captain and Agent Coulson walked off of the helicopter, getting used to the altitude. The woman with the clipboard approached them, still mainly interested in what she was reading.

After writing something down hastily, she began, "Good afternoon, Agent Coulson." She turned on her heels to Steve, and nodded slightly, "Captain."

"Afternoon, Ms. O'Brien," said Phil. He gestured to her. "Captain Rogers, this is Georgia O'Brien, the secretary to Fury himself. She's the one who keeps him organized."

Georgia smiled vaguely. "Organized, on time, on task, or all of the above."

"And, Georgia, this is Captain America, even though I'm sure you know that."

She nodded. "Of course. I know that probably better than Director Fury does. Come along, then. We've lots to see and plenty to talk about." She turned promptly and began walking away.

The Captain shot Phil a questioning look. Phil shooed him off, and Steve quickly fell into step behind Ms. O'Brien.

There was no doubt she was an attractive woman. She had dark blue eyes, long brown hair, gentle lips. She was graceful even in the way she walked, not tripping or complaining in the least about her tall black heels. Her pencil skirt hugged her tiny waist with a billowy, silky, cream top tucked into it. He couldn't mistake it- she was old fashioned.

Not that it mattered. He focused himself on the task at hand. She began speaking, continuing to walk but not turning around. "I assume, Captain, that Agent Coulson briefed you on your journey? You know the way of working around here? You know your responsiblilties and duties?"

"Yes, miss."

She looked over her shoulder. "Georgia will be fine." She dodged a helicopter that was touching down. If she hadn't of moved, Steve would've surely gotten hit.

"Well, Captain, today I'll be giving you a little tour of the headquarters, introducing you to the other members of your team. I expect you to get to know them, as you'll be spending a great deal of time with them. After I am finished with you, I will show you your room, then you may go around as you please. Any questions?"

"No." With a smile, he added, "And Steve will be fine."

Walking into the main viewing room, she guided him directly to Nick Fury, who was watching the computer screens below him. Steve had never seen so many computer screens in one place before, and he was bewildered. But Ms. O'Brien was unphased.

"Afternoon, Director. I just wanted to alert you that the Captain is now on board."

"Thank you, Georgia. Welcome aboard, Captain," Fury said, sticking out his hand.

Steve met it and firmly shook it, "Please, call me Steve."

After that, she showed him around where the Avengers would meet above the computers, the lab, which was empty, and then started to lead him towards what she called "a surprise".

Down a normal hallway, like every other, so that others might get confused, she led him though a door which held a very dark room. She flipped on the lights, and Steve found himself in a state of the art gym, containing classic training exercises like weights, of every size, and, his favorite, punching bags... lots of them.

"There's more, if you need them. Just let me know if you start to run out. Let's just say Fury knows how hard you like to hit..." she barely concealed a smile as she flicked the lights off again and continued on their tour.

Down the hallway behind them, they heard a loud, long whistle. "O'Brien! What were you and Cap doing in that dark room?" They turned to see Tony Stark, slyly walking up to them.

"Classified, I'm afraid, Mr. Stark. And I'm not sure that's the best way to meet a new co-worker. Here, I'll show you. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark. There. Much better."

"Of course. Good ol' Cap'n 'Merica. Always were a ladies man, weren't you, you old coot?" Tony got closer to Ms. O'Brien. "But Georgia here's mine." He backed away. "One of the finest on this ship, if I do say so."

Georgia blushed bright red. "I appreciate the... compliment, Mr. Stark. However, Pepper, I believe, is yours, as you say. I'm sure she would like to hear about this..."

"Alright, alright. I'm going. Get along, you two," said Stark, waving behind him as he went along.

Georgia continued showing Steve everything, from where he could get a bite to eat, to the weapons arsenal, the rooms of the other Avengers, as well as, finally, his own room.

She showed him his passcode, and the lock on his door clicked, and he walked into his room. Looking back at her, she smiled gently, bowed a little and said, "Have a good afternoon, Mr. Rogers. Get set up in your room, get comfortable, and meet me downstairs a little before six so that I can introduce you to the rest of the team. See you soon." She turned and walked away.

Watching after her, he said quietly, "See you soon."