Just a new experience of mine. I like Captain America. I like Agent Hill. Just a small story of what the comics brings forth and what speculation will bring towards Steve Roger's newfound life as a S.H.I.E.L.D member. I hope you enjoy reading this and if you enjoy what I brought forward feel free to review. I have a good feeling about this pair up!

Whatever happened to the world during the time Steve Rogers was asleep was beginning to make the man more and more curious of the catalyst he missed that had caused…all of this change.

Granted he never really cared much for modern technology, even before Howard Stark's park opened up and the man headlined the New York Times all Rogers could focus on is if a new recruiting camp had opened up recently.

But this…this was different.

Current Location:

Helicarrier (six miles above the city of New York)
8am September 21st 2013
Meeting Room

"We would hope you could reconsider this option carefully Cap."
Nick Fury put his hand inside the pocket of his jacket wiggling it around as if to find a pen or some change.

Steve Rogers looked around the empty room noticing the other five empty seats, then back at the only person who was nonchalant in this meeting. Fury's assistant or whatever she was looking down towards the ground her posture leaning back against one of the walls as if thinking was a sport. She felt the attention and looked up at the captain her hands crossed closely around her chest with a look that Roger's couldn't read. Something like solid concentration and coldness, whatever it was made him slowly look back at the director of S.H.I.E.L.D with a pause.

Ever since Steve Rogers came back to the world all the impressions this newfound group gave him an uncomfortable weight. It was harder still to figure out the motives behind Nick Furry and his people, by all means hard to read. Yet Roger's still considered himself a soldier and if it came down to it Fury and his team would gain the Captain's trust in most worse case scenarios. But joining S.H.I.E.L.D for good? There was an old saying back in his day, 'a man is known by the company he keeps.' And Fury's company was a bunch of shadows that hid behind big monitors or remained deadly silent. The captain's attention drawn back at Maria Hill.

"I'm sure we'll work together someday director Fury, but all in time of need not in time of peace."

Captain America rose up from his seat and lifted his jacket that was hanging around his seat. Fury had already leaned towards the door with something in his hand. So what Fury was retrieving from his jacket was the winnings he obtained from the good captain, and he was handing it over to Agent Hill.

" Agent Hill I want you to bring me back some coffee please, would you like something Captain?"

Steve wanted to say something that was close to the lines of no thanks, but before he said anything the brunette in the room spoke for the first time.

" Sir? You don't drink coffee."

"You don't think I drink it, I choose not to when on the job is all."

Maria nodded her head and left with the ten dollar bill in her hand not even waiting for the Captain's input of refreshments. She knew Fury was a terrible liar, but why stall for time?

Nick Fury waited for his agent to leave and once her footsteps escaped both men's ears the director sat down across Rogers.

"Captain, I'm not picky when it comes to manners but you were staring at my assistant longer than any glance you gave me throughout our entire conversation."

Fury raised his right hand in a gesture for him to sit down leaving Rogers to believe the real reason for his visit was about to be revealed.

There was a pause before Rogers sat down, not out of disrespect but of measure...good measure.

" I apologize for that, but to be frank sir it would be naive if I didn't look at Agent Hill, she's been giving me the chills ever since Coulson died."

This was true. There was a proper funeral for Phil Coulson after the battle over the city of New York was fought. Many people from within S.H.I.E.L.D were there to pay their respect. But as Steve Rogers sat next to Barton his eyes wondered off towards the casket that carried the fallen agent. In a quiet motion he moved down on his knees and prayed shortly for his number one fan. It was a habit Roger's mother taught him well when it came to paying one's respects. Growing up in a poor Irish Catholic home meant a lot of prayers were presented, even if they left unanswered.

Yet when he got back up to his feet and turned to leave he noticed that same woman from before, the one who Coulson talked to alot.

Nick Fury walked over next to the seat across from Rogers with an expression that had bitterness written all over it.

"Agent Coulson and Hill were close. They went through hell to retrieve the evidence from Switzerland that proved your existence " There was a small laugh out of the director's serious expression.

" A devoted fanboy I suppose."

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The humming noise that came from the opening elevator brought Maria Hill's eyes up from her reflection on the black caffeinated drink. There were a lot of things she tolerated out of Fury. Excuses for the council on why Fury was running late on answering their calls, dealing with Tony Stark's constant flamboyant attitude towards her when she was ordered to bring him in on R&D hearings. But grabbing coffee for him? Surprisingly enough was worse than either the council's demanding stares and Stark's sneer retorts.

A few footsteps out of the elevator and a brisk pace kept the agent going through the murmurs of the passing S.H.I.E.L.D workers. Then it hit her on what time it was after Woods walked next to her with his clipboard.

"Not now Woods, I'm kind of in a middle of something."

The agent looked up at the commanding officer before putting his clipboard back under his side.

"Its sort of urgent ma'am."

"Then leave it urgent till I get back with you."

There was no response from Woods as she finally went past the last right hallway to only a few footsteps to the door. Her eyes looked up at Fury who was sitting across Rogers with a pleasant look on his face as his eyes meet hers.

" Ah Agent Hill, your back with my drink."

The woman said nothing before slowly making her way by her director and putting the styrofoam cup at his right side (his good side). He muttered a small thanks as he took it and looked down at it.

Oh, right.

The agent reached for her pockets to retrieve some curled up creamers and sugar packets. After he was done making his coffee she walked back by the door and leaned towards the side of it, guarding her invisible post.

She saw Rogers keeping his gaze constantly to the ground as his elbows rested on the table in thought. Something must have been vital during her little errand or else she would expect nothing less from the barganing side of Nick Fury. An offer was probably agreed upon during her absence...a considerable offer.

And sure enough-

"Oh by the way Agent Hill can you please escort our newest S.H.I.E.L.D operative to the armory."

Well Damn.