A/N: Well, This is it! My first story update in a little over a year. I know some of you might have read my story Everlasting, the only story I have finished. That took me a bit. This though, is my first crossover! Captain America/Assassin's Creed! I do plan on having a Steve/OC pairing, but it's not going to be the main focus on this one. If everything goes according to the plan in my head, which there isn't much just hopes, then it'll go on till Civil war.

Before you read this though, I OWN NOTHING. Captain America belongs to Marvel and Assassin's Creed belongs to Ubisoft.

I have tried to keep everything going along within the right time frame, World War II and staying true to the facts of the war like Assassin's Creed does. Well, as true as can be when adding fictional characters into the mix. The reason, if you care, I have chosen a CA/AC crossover is due to the fact that I have been dying for Ubisoft to come out with a game around that time. Of course, I understand that the closer they get to present time the more complicated it will get. But, yeah! I really hope someone out there likes this, and has been looking for the same things I have! Let me know what you think!

It was a windy day in Brooklyn New York, children running up and down the side walk as their Mothers chatted away on their cell phones, all unaware of a man in a brown leather jacket sitting on a bench. His hair combed back with a few strands hanging in front of his bright blue eyes, a small notebook in his hands as he sketched the homes that sat on the block. If you took away the cell phones, modern clothes and cars, you could almost see no difference besides the color changes of some of the homes and overgrown grass compared to how it was seventy years ago.

The man stared at his hands for a couple of moments, a look of hopelessness causing him to age almost instantly. He was alone, though, how can one be alone when you're being followed by an intelligence agency that was formed by your old friends from the war. Yeah... he was alone. He never actually caught a glimpse of the agent following him, he just had a gut feeling.

"Do you always look like a kicked puppy, or are you just having a bad day?"

The man sighed as the person who spoke sat down beside him with a newspaper in front of their face. He noticed that the woman who sat next to him wore worn combat boots, laced tightly as she bounced one leg. He rubbed his face as he looked around the block seeing the kids run to cars, or into their homes at their mothers prodding.

"I don't really know anymore."

"Sorry, what was that?"

He inhaled deeply before letting out a frustrated sigh and looked over at the woman who had folded up the paper that she was reading to look at him expectantly. The man froze before he could say anything further as he took in her dark blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes, her lips pulled up into a nervous smile as he took in every inch of her as if she were water and he a man that was lost in a desert.

"Are you okay?"

Suddenly, he found his voice, but could barely form more words to go along with the one that shot through his very soul like a bullet.

"Elanna?"

Manhattan, New York City.
September 7th, 1940

We work in the dark, to serve the light. Nothing is true everything is permitted.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.

Hide in plain sight.

Never, under any circumstances, compromise the Brotherhood.

I was eight years old when the Brotherhood found me, sobbing over the cold body of my mother as the cold winter wind howled through the night. My father, a known Templar, had murdered my mother in cold blood because she would not allow him to teach me the ways of the Templar order. I could still hear their harsh words that they said to each other, then the sound of a gunshot echoing through the air as my father shot my mother point blank. I could still remember the way I ran from my hiding spot in my room and grabbed a butchers knife and chopped his third, fourth and fifth finger off of his right hand. After 14 years of being an Assassin I have more nightmares about that night rather than that of the most bloody fights that my partner and I have been in. I was a sweet Irish girl, my eyes held a mischievous gleam in their dark blue depths that carried on into my early twenty's. I was still a sweet Irish girl, turned killer assassin, but I have grown into a woman and in this day of age woman have no place in the affairs of men.

I sat on a bench outside of a diner, waiting for a cab to pull up as I tugged my stocking up from the inside of my shoes, a briefcase on the ground beside the bench. I relished the sound of the busy city, but nothing could beat the silence of the night with the skyline lit up light a Christmas tree. I folded my hands over my lap and crossed my ankles as a man sat down next to me and unfolded a newspaper before crossing his legs, his left ankle resting on his right knee.

"You know, you've always had a thing for meetings on benches around the city."

I smiled softly before turning my head slightly to the right and speaking under my breathe.

"Well, I always thought it was less conspicuous. No one would bat an eye at someone waiting for a cab to pull up."

The man chuckled slightly as he turned the paged and pulled the paper closer to his face as if he was extremely interested in an article.

"Of course, Elanna. But one of these days we will actually have to be stereotypical and meet in an alley way."

A yellow cab pulled up to the curb and the driver waved at me to signal he saw me. I smirked before turning to face the man and allowing my brogue to break through as I spoke.

"Make sure tha' you donnae forge' the beacon. Otherwise y'er wife will nae be as merciful as the last teme Tommy."

He scoffed and shook his head as I stood up and walked up to the cab, opening the back door and slipping into the car. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Tommy folded the paper and stood, tugging at the ends of his coat and adjusting his tie before bending down to pick the brief case and blending into the crowd. Fourteen years and I still can't pick him out from the crowd with out using my heightened senses.

"Did Mr. Coulson get the package Miss Fennigen?"

I smiled speaking without an accent and handing the driver a couple of dollars.

"Of course, you are talking about us remember?"

He chuckled before pulling out into traffic and driving into queens.

"Of course miss, how could I forget. Now, don't you forget about you're apples!"

He pulled up to the curb by a library, children running around in the grass as their parents either read or scolded them for doing something improper. I smiled as the driver rushed out of the car and to my door to open it for me, holding a hand out for me to help me keep my balance as I exited the car.

"Thank you Mr. Barton."

He smiled, blue eyes crinkling as he tipped his hat forward before shutting the door and rushing back to the drivers door and pulling out into traffic. I smiled before running my gloved hand over my victory curls and walking into the library, the sounds of the city becoming muted through the stone walls and the scent of parchment reaching my nose. I gave a contented sigh as I ventured into the library and up to the librarians desk lightly clearing my throat to gain her attention.

"How can I help you?"

I smiled before leaning forward so she could hear me.

"It's the oddest thing, I could have sworn I heard a Nightingale."

She blankly stared at me before smiling slightly and nodding.

"Yes, that is really queer. I'm fairly certain they are in the United Kingdom, here look up this call number. The book you would be looking for would be around there."

590 Animals.

I smiled before nodding my head in thanks and walking further into the library, the sounds that were still making their way into the building fading completely. I found a row that had the number closest to the one the librarian gave me and walked down the aisle, looking closely at the numbers for 590. I frowned as I turned and began to look through the books on the bookshelves behind me, not seeing the number she gave me. I looked back to the shelves I had originally searched and began looking again finding nothing. I sighed and leaned against the wall, staring at the dust that was collecting on the bookshelf that should be holding the book I was searching for. Releasing a huff of air, I noticed a book shoved between the shelves and the wall.

Italy & Adjacent Territories
375

" Why are you here..."

I pulled the book from it's hiding space, examining it with a slight frown before pulling it open and leafing through the pages, only to stop when something fell and landed on my foot. Letting out a small hum, I bent and picked the object up, seeing it to be an engraved letter opener.

Master Assassino

"Master Assassino?"

I looked from the letter opener in my left hand, to the book that I held in my right. I shook my head in confusion as I leaned against the wall once more as I ran through the possibilities.

"Well, Assassino is Italian for Assassin... So Master Assassin of the Italian Brotherhood..."

I groaned and let my head fall back thinking to past teachings about the Brotherhood. I began to lightly hit my head against the wall, when I noticed it was hallow sounding. I pulled away and turned to face the wooden wall with a painting of a fruit bowl. I stared at the painting for a moment, the letter opener held tightly in my hand before I used my heightened senses to see what only few Assassin's anymore could.

The apple lit up as if it was glowing, lines surrounding it turning it into a sphere. Suddenly it hit me and I whispered out loud.

"The Apple of Eden. Ezio Auditore!"

I walked up to the painting and lifted it off it's hook to show a small key hole that looked as if a small blade would fit. I looked to the letter opener before placing it back into the book then returned it to it's hiding spot. Turning to the lock I engaged the hidden blade under my jackets sleeve, lifting my right arm and shoving the blade in and forcing it to turn. Stepping back, I heard a low hiss as the wall shot backwards a couple of inches then pulling to the side. I shook my head as I walked forward into the dark corridor, turning to be sure the door shut behind me and nodding in satisfaction as it did so. I jumped slightly as I felt something tap on my left shoulder, and spun around quickly grabbing the persons neck and shoving them into the wall.

"My, my Elanna. That took you longer than the riddle into the churches lair. What was it that stumped you this time, the fact you were looking in the animal section of the library?"

Growling I shoved away from the person, turning from them and walking down the hallway and down a couple flights of steps.

"I'll have ye' know that I had found all t'e clues Patrick. Ae was jest putting t'e pieces together. Nae need to go picking ait old wounds."

The man let out a barking laugh as he chased after me.

"Oh Elanna, you get so sore over the smallest things. It's a wonder you're blonde instead of a redhead."

I groaned as I walked into a torch lit room, tables covered in books and drinks scattered haphazardly, and a couple of doorways leading to a lounge, armory and the Mentors chambers.

"It's a wonder y'eh haven't been turned into a toad yet, y'eh great bage oaf."

I turned to glare at the blonde haired man as he hooked a thumb around his suspenders and ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to me.

" Oh you know you like me Elanna. Of course I would prefer if you were a red head."

I rolled my eyes and turned away from him speaking as I walked up to the Mentors door.

"And ae would prefer if y'eh froze ta death."

I knocked on the wooden door, and nodded to myself when I heard a muffled 'Enter.'

"Oh, that's cold doll."

" Not as cold as y'er place in hell."

"That doesn't make sense. Hell is supposed to be full of fire and brimstone, or something."

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open and turned to glare at the annoying man.

" The coldest places of hell are reserved for those whom deserve it."

He laughed, a hand going to his stomach as he looked at me.

" And she loses the accent gents!"

I shook my head and entered the study, seeing a Man of about the age of sixty brown and red Master Assassin robe resting on the back of his chair, as he stood in front of a fireplace with a letter in his hand.

"Sorry I'm late Mentor. I donnae understand why we had to move from the chapel and to the library."

The man looked up at me, brown eyes full of wisdom and kindness, before sitting behind his desk and motions me forward. I sighed and walked over to the desk, tucking my skirt under my legs as I sat, watching my Mentor as he grabbed a pair of glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

"Do not worry Elanna, I understand it was a surprise. The Templar's are encroaching on our territory once again, and with the German Templar's invading their neighboring countries..."

I watched as he sat in his chair with a heavy sigh, scratching his beard covered chin as he contemplated what he would say next.

"One of our brothers in the army is in need of assistance from the brotherhood. It is... something he cannot do, due to his ranking."

I nodded my head as I looked down at my hands and peeled my gloves off. I stared at the brand on my left ring finger, running my right index finger over the scar. I jumped when he cleared his throat, giving me a stern look over the rims of his glasses as he brought the letter in his hands up so he could read it to me.

Mentor Jason,
It has come to the United states military's attention that the Germans are beginning to invade the surrounding countries. The only reason that can be determined is that they are looking to accomplish World Domination. We, of course, have known that, that has been the Templar's goal for as far back as records can go. I have been in contact with the Brotherhood in Berlin and was informed that Adolf Hitler began a coup after rising to power as the Master Templar for that region.

He has formed, to our understanding, a science division. One not unlike our own that we are in the early stages of growing. If I understand correctly, they have formed a division by the name of Hydra, and the leader's name was just recently uncovered as one Johann Schmidt. He has taken many scientists captive, but we have received word that he has one Abraham Erskine. A brilliant man who was working on the possibility of creating a perfect soldier. Something Hitler and Schmidt both caught wind of and took Erskine and his family hostage so that he could create the perfect soldier for them.

You and I both know that if the Templar's get a hold of something that can create super soldiers, then we might as well kiss the free world good-bye. But that is why I am contacting you, my friend and Mentor to assist the United States Military so we can, not only save the world and keep power out of the Templar's hands, but to save ourselves as we are a dying breed.

All I ask for are your two best assassin's, have one or both meet me at the diner near the edge of the Brooklyn borough. And we will discuss the rest of the plan there.

Your friend,
Chester Phillips.

I let out a long breath as the words began to sink in. Chewing at the inside of my cheek, I folded the letter up before placing it onto the desk, as I stood and began to pace. I stopped in front of the fireplace as I kicked my heels off of my feet before speaking over my shoulder.

"I'm to assume, since you have informed me of what is going on, that you wish for me to be apart of this mission?"

I sighed as Mentor Jason bowed his head in affirmation before standing himself to join me by the fire.

" I know you dislike being apart of such important missions. That it might draw attention to yourself, but it needs to be done."

I lowered my head to look at my feet, weighing all the possible outcomes to this mission. If I refuse, someone else will take it and could possibly fail.

"There is always the possibility of failure. But, I trust the abilities that Tomas and yourself posess the most. I know you will die, rather than to fail such an important mission."

I clamped my teeth together as he placed his hand onto my shoulder, shaking my head as I came to a decision.

"I don't like helping the military."

"Neither do I. But if we don't, the world will perish."

I pulled my gloves back onto my hands as I stepped back into my heels. Letting out a tired sigh I looked into the aged eyes of my Mentor.

"When do I meet him?"

I stepped out of the cab as it pulled up to the curb by Jocey's Diner, children running around and men and women rushing down the sidewalks with paper's and grocery bags in hand. I walked up to the door just as two men left the diner, one tall with brunette hair and a smirk plastered on his face as he made eye contact with me. He held the door open for me as his friend, a man slightly taller than myself with blond hair and blue eyes with a hint of green around his pupil. I sent a sweet smile towards him as I walked into the diner, rolling my eyes at the brunette's comment over my legs as the door slammed shut.
Standing in front of the door I allowed my senses to kick in as I looked for the man I was supposed to meet. Smiling with satisfaction I walked quietly over to the man towards the back of the diner. Releasing a quiet sigh I slid into the booth, allowing my back to face the door as I stared at the man in silence. A waitress walked up to the table and filled the mans mug with coffee before asking if she could get me anything. Shaking my head slightly she smiled and walked off, allowing us to be as alone as we could be.

"You know, it probably wouldn't be as suspicious if you had gotten a coffee or something to eat."

Letting out a huff of air as I smirked and looked out the window.

"Yes, but I don't think I'll be here long enough for a meal. Besides, I'm not hungry."

"Suit yourself. Their pancakes are apparently the best in Brooklyn."

I stared at the man as I crossed my legs, my face showing I wasn't amused at his banter.

"Alright, right down to it. Now, Miss Fennigen how long have you been working in the profession you have chosen?"

Shaking my head as I leaned forward, folding my arms and resting them on the table as I stared into his eyes.

"I've been doing what I love for 14 years. Now, you had asked for Jason's best and he sent one of his best. Just because I am a woman, doesn't mean I can't do this job. Now, are you going to pull your head out of your ass and brief me, or are you going to try to treat me like some doe-eyed house wife?"

He smirked and took a bite of egg and stared at me, his eyes gleaming with what I would assume to be mirth.

"Alright."

"Alright."

I huffed and kept my arms crossed as I sat back and stared at the man while he took a long drink of his coffee. Rolling my eyes, I looked out the window to the blond headed man standing at the bus stop as his friend spoke to a tall red headed woman. The blond glanced at the diner before meeting my eyes, I smiled as his face turned red and he lifted one of his hands to wave shyly at me.

"Are you done making goo-goo eyes? I do have places to be Miss Fennigen."

I rolled my eyes and turned from the blond on the street to stare at the man in front of me, his eyes sunken in and his greying hair combed back.
"Well, I do apologize Mr. Phillips. I didn't want to interrupt your precious time when you should be telling me of the mission that I'll be completing."
He lifted the fork that was in his hand and pointed it in my direction.

"I like you, you seem like a woman who knows what she wants. Alright, I'll stop stalling."

His right hand released the fork and pulled a manila folder from off of the seat besides him and placed it in front of me. I stared at the U.S.A "CLASSIFIED" stamp that decorated the folder and pulled it off of the table and placed it into my bag.

"Everything you need to know is in the folder, but what I need to tell you before you do is why I wanted to meet at least one of you face to face."

I nodded my head as I waited for him to continue.

"Now, yes this is a rescue mission, but not only for the doctor. He has a wife and daughter that will need to be extracted as well. They are using them as leverage against the good doctor and he won't leave with you unless he knows they are safe, or will be. That is why I had requested two of you, rather than just one. We also need to get as much of the good doctors notes."

My face creased with confusion at his words, I understood everything but one.

"Why do you need his notes?"

"So he can continue his work."

I sighed in frustration as I looked at the table, shaking my head before speaking.

"Continue his work? For who, the U.S Government? No one should have what they are trying to get him to create."

"It is not your place to question this. This is what needs done, and if you don't do it I'll have Jason choose someone else."

Sighing from my nose, I crossed my arms and stared out the window. The blond headed man was still standing at the side of the road, as his friend walked across the street with the red head.

"So, Ms. Fennigen. Will Jason have to find me someone else to complete this task?"

My teeth clamped together before I shook my head and made eye contact with the man seated in front of me.

"No, he will not. I will make sure the Doctor is secured, along with one of the few other agent's I trust. I just ask that we don't treat this man the same way they've treated him."

Chester nodded in understanding before finishing his coffee and standing from the table as he removed his wallet from his pocket.

"Then make sure you do some reading tonight. You leave at 03:00Am tomorrow."

He threw down a couple dollar bills before walking out of the diner and onto the sidewalk, passing the blond headed man. Shaking my head I slid myself out of the booth and left the diner as quietly as I entered.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I lifted my hand above my eyes to shield the sun's glare so I could better see the street. Car's were driving past, their engines vibrating those near as they idled and accelerated. Tire's squeeling, horns blasting and people yelling at one another. New York, a city of strong emotion some would say.

Releasing a quiet breath, I walked over to the bus stop and sat on the bench. My bag in my lap as I fiddled with it's clasp. The sensitive information inside had already been passed down to Jason, the New York's master assassin, and some had been passed to me. But not everything is known. I looked at my brown bag as life around me continued to bustle, not noticing my fellow bench mate as he drew on a empty corner of his newspaper.

In the letter the Colonel sent, he mentioned some about creating super soldiers. But what would the possibilities be? Could they just be attempting to find a way for a soldier to carry more weapons without tiring out faster, or being slowed down? Or something that goes against the laws of nature. In the first world war, there were chemical weapons manufactured, chlorine, phosgene and mustard. All dangerous to some effect, all against laws of nature.

War in and of itself was a disgrace, but when it came to fighting for those who are unable to defend themselves against tyrants... then war may be the only option. I shook my head, clearing my mind of the fog that was threatening to take over it as I looked to my right to see my bench mate staring across the street. Following his gaze, I looked across the street, taxi's and other cars rumbling by as I spied his friend laughing with the red headed woman he had left his side for as they waited by a hot dog stand. Glancing back to him I smiled slightly before interrupting his thoughts.

"Do you always look like a kicked puppy, or are you just having a bad day?"

He froze before looking down, his cheeks reddening slightly before looking over to me, the green in his eyes mixing with the blue as the sun ray's beat down at us from behind. I smiled kindly to him before glancing back over to his friend as he said something that cause the red headed woman to laugh.

"It's understandable to feel like you're being left behind as you friend finds romance. Life keeping you two together, thicker than thieves, then they're getting married and working more. But you'll always know that they are your friend, because what you have been through isn't something that can be erased."

Glancing back over at the man I smiled as he looked down at his pencil, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he mulled over what I said.

" Elanna Fennigan."

He froze for a moment before looking back up at me to see that I had my left hand held out. His eyes met mine once again, a look of surprise or astonishment in his eyes, before reaching up and taking my hand into his and giving it a firm shake, slowly releasing it before he finally spoke.

"Steve Rogers."

My smiled widened as I nodded and looked back to the busy street, finally seeing a familiar cab pull up, driver lifting his hat as he placed the vehicle in park waiting for me to approach.

"Well, Steve Rogers. It was wonderful sharing the bench with you, I hope though that we can meet again very soon."

I walked up to the cab and opened the door, pausing before sliding onto the seat

"Remember Steve, Just because it seems like life is passing you by it doesn't mean that you're stuck. There are larger things at work, and no ones knows what they're supposed to be doing. So just, do your best."

I gave him one last smile as I sat upon the cabs seat, waving as the car pulled away from the curb and into traffic.

"Giving advice out to random strangers again Ms. Fennigan?"

I smiled as I watched the building flash by, my fingers fiddling with the clasp on my bag as I remember the look in his eyes. Either I hit the nail on the head, or he was surprised I was even speaking to him.

"Of course not... Only giving it out to those who look like they need it."

Mr. Barton shook his head as a smiled graced his features.

"You're really something Ms. Fennigan. It's a wonder why a man hasn't tried to keep you all to himself."

My smile dimmed slightly as I glanced down at my hands.

"It's a wonder alright."

A/N: There you have it! My first story in a little more than a year, my first attempt at a crossover as well. To be honest I don't know if this moment of inspiration will stay or not, so I am getting all I can out of my system and onto here while I can. Please, tell me if there is anything I can improve on. Let me know if there is anything that does not make sense. I won't give you a time frame on my next update, I am however starting on the third chapter. Let's just hope I didn't get ahead of myself on posting this!

Remember, read and review!

~MP~