Chapter 1

1947, Roswell New Mexico

The headlights of the green sedan settled on the wreckage on the field. A saucer shaped hull was all that remained of the mangled craft that was half buried in the ground from the impact. The door of the car swung open. A man emerged in the darkness carrying a flashlight. He spied the craft streak across the sky before him as he drove the dirt roads. He heard the crash and witnessed the explosion. He was the first on the scene arriving before the rancher who owned the property. His brown leather shoes gingerly stepped over the dirt as he made his way to the wreckage. The man was dressed in an Army uniform and sported a Colonel's rank. Colonel Chester Phillips shined the light on the craft burning before him. He heard a faint cry. It sounded the cry of a child. He made his way through the scattered and twisted metal. He spied the remains of two strange gray creatures. Near the two creatures was some kind of silver pod the size of a basketball. The cry seemed to come from inside. He reached down and the pod suddenly broke apart upon his touch. Inside was a human looking baby wearing a silver bodysuit that was attached to the walls of the strange pod. Chester lifted the child up from the pod and held the baby in his arms. He quickly examined the child and found it was female and appeared to be a newborn. He removed his jacket as the girl's skin felt cold. He wrapped her in his jacket and carefully made his way back to the car. He held the baby in one arm and closed the door of the vehicle before starting down the road.

Modern Day

Chester Phillips made his way down the trail in the woods. He wore civilian hunting clothes and sported a full beard. His hair was only slightly grey though his age was much closer to one hundred years old. He carried a bundle of wood and a bow saw over his shoulder. His wool red and black plaid jacket was full of sawdust from the chore. He soon arrived at camp. He spied a young woman also dressed in hunting clothes tending to the fire before the military issued green tent. He called at he approached.

"I see ya got that fire going pretty good, Anna." he told her as he placed the firewood the pile nearby.

Anna looked up. She had long light brown hair and crystal like blue eyes. She smiled, "I did! I didn't have to use matches. I used the flint rod. It works nice."

"All these new camping gadgets are just old tricks repackaged." he reminded her. He took a seat beside her on a log and glanced around the camp. "Few more days here and then we can move on." he figured.

"You sure we have to keep moving, Dad?" she asked.

He replied "Sweet pea, you know what will happen if someone finds out what you can do. There are very powerful people who would take you and keep you so you could keep them young. Your abilities would be highly sought after and not just by the highest bidder but by those who would have no problems keeping you locked up in a cage somewhere."

"I have this ability but I can't do anything with it when I'm in the middle of the woods." she countered. "I can cure any disease and heal people who are suffering but…I can't do that hiding, Dad."

"Anna," he shook his head "these people will kill to get their hands on you. I had to fake my death and run with you. I can't even trust SHIELD. The only person we can trust is Carter."

"Peggy Carter," she recalled meeting the woman. She pondered, "She has to be in her eighties by now."

"She's not in good shape." he nodded.

"Maybe I can help her like I did you, Dad?" she suggested.

The baby Chester found in the UFO crash grew up to be a beautiful woman who aged very slowly. Though, she was technically seventy she still looked about twenty and had a desire to help people and not harm. She seemed unworldly at times. She could heal people with just a touch. She could see events before they happened. She could read minds and tap into Chester's mind telepathically. Her desire to help others seemed to trump her understanding of human nature and greed. Humans could be greedy and would want such an ability all to themselves. Chester feared for her life and safety if the truth was ever known. He had yet to tell her about her origins and simply told her he found her and adopted her. He never mentioned the crash site in Roswell.

"If Hydra got a hold of you…" he simply shook his head. "You would be placing yourself in danger, honey. You have to be very careful when using your gifts. You can't expose yourself."

"I know that." she agreed. "I can do a partial healing. I can heal just enough to save a life but let the doctors do the rest. I can control it better now."

"And if you go too far like you did with me?" he smirked. "Now, I don't age. I'm a hundred years old. You're seventy, honey. We don't look it and people would think we were lying if we told the truth."

"We can't hide forever, Dad." she insisted. "Peggy Carter can help us but I have to help her first. Please, Dad." she begged him.

He gave a heavy sigh and looked down at his feet for a moment. He noticed the mud on his boots and he had to admit he was growing tired of being on the move constantly. He looked over with his dark brown eyes and finally agreed, "Okay! We help Carter but we keep low key."

She wrapped her arms around him as she grinned and kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Daddy!" she cheered happy he agreed.

"Alright baby girl," he patted her back. "So, you catch any fish?"

She sighed, "No."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Get us anything to eat?"

She nodded and reached behind her with a stick. She then held up a dead squirrel, "I got a tree chicken." She had it over the stick and would not touch the squirrel for she could revive it and she needed food.

He reached over and took the game while asking, "Why didn't you clean it?"

"If I touch it will come back to life." she reminded him.

"Use a glove!" he suggested.

"I never thought of that." she admitted. "Besides, it's gross and you are better at cooking squirrel than I am."

"Alright," he shook his head.

Few Days Later

Chester led his adopted daughter out of the woods and to a nearby town to get supplies. He had a bag full of squirrel pelts to sell at a local sportsman's shop. The tails were good for making fishing lures and the fur could be made into gloves. As they emerged from the woods on foot they carried everything they owned in two backpacks. Chester secured the shotgun slung over his shoulder. His daughter carried a 22 caliber rifle for herself that was slung over her shoulder as well. To the onlooker they looked like two hunters coming out of the woods from a long trip.

As Chester walked the sidewalk towards the fishing lure maker he spied a newspaper stand. He paused as he looked at the face of a man he had not seen since the Second World War. He squinted unbelieving.

Anna read the headline, "Captain America Returns." she then asked, "Didn't you say you knew him in the war, Dad?"

Chester nodded, "I did." He dug out some change from his pocket and placed it in the automated newsstand. He opened the door and retrieved the paper. He couldn't believe what the story before him. "Captain Steve Rodgers found alive in Antarctica by explorers." He stood gaping at the photo of Steve.

Anna looked at the photo as she stood beside him. "He's cute." she remarked.

He did a double take and gave a look of displeasure. "Don't even think of it, sweet pea."

She smirked back, "Am I still not allowed to date until I'm a hundred?"

"You got thirty more years to go," he teased her. He looked back at the paper, "SHIELD has him. Rodgers would want to see Carter." he figured.

Anna asked, "Didn't you say he was in some kind of experiment?"

"He was," he nodded. "Rodgers is one of the few you can trust." he told her. He folded up the paper to read later that day. "Right now, we got to turn in those pelts and get some supplies."

"Sure Dad," she agreed. They started down the sidewalk again. "So, what exactly does SHIELD do, Dad?" she asked curious.

"They are supposed to stop threats like Hydra. But Hydra infiltrated them so you can't trust them now." he warned her.

"What about that Iron Man guy that was in the papers a few months back?" she pondered.

"Stark's kid," he gave a nod. "I don't know if he's trustworthy or not. Stark wasn't bad but he had enemies. I'm not sure about his kid."

She suggested, "Instead of hiding out in the woods maybe I can meet them and find out."

"I'll think about it," was all he would say.

New York City

A month had passed and Chester agreed to let Anna infiltrate Stark Industries to determine if Tony Stark was trustworthy and just what kind of a man he turned out to be. Chester found Anna was exceptionally bright and over the years she gained many degrees under assumed names. Chester had no idea where Anna came from or who her people were but he knew by her intellect that wherever and whoever her people were they would be extraordinary as a people on a whole. Chester heard through sources of an Asgard named Thor who come to Earth previously. He wondered if perhaps she was an Asgard.

As Anna got a job working in Stark Industries as a paralegal Chester went to the city library looking for lore on Norse mythology. He sat at a table reading a thick book with a Styrofoam cup of hot coffee. He wore a blue shirt and blue jeans and kept his beard short. As he flipped through the book Steve Rodgers entered the library sporting jeans and a gray sweat shirt to research the last 70 years.

Chester glanced up at spied Steve. He froze for a moment for Steve Rodger was the last person he thought he would see in the library. He quickly buried his head hoping Steve didn't see him.

Steve was still reeling from finding out he was frozen for 70 years and everyone one he knew was gone either physically or in Peggy's case mentally. He just came from visiting Peggy Carter. She was weak and bed ridden. She suffered dementia and didn't even know he was there. Seeing her in such a state was simply heartbreaking. He wanted to get his mind off the past. He noticed a man with his face buried in a book who had the physical build of his old colonel. He cocked an eyebrow for sure Chester was long dead. He walked by looking at him trying to see the face.

Chester knew Steve would recognize him if he stayed. He rose to his feet and tried to return the book to the shelf before heading for the door. He softly walked to the back of the library and gently slid the book in place and noted where he could find the reference material. He turned to leave and found Steve standing before him with the most particular look.

"Colonel Phillips," Steve stated. He knew it was him. He knew the face even with the beard but how could it be for the colonel would be even older than he.

"Rodger," he gave a nod and looked about to make sure no one was watching them.

Steve took a few steps closer, "How? I thought you would be dead by now."

"Not here, Rodgers." he told him.

"You look like I remember." he stated. "Were you frozen too?"

He rolled his eyes, "No stupid."

"How?" he gasped.

"Walk with me." he told him and walked by him to leave the library.

Steve turned and followed him out of the library and they started down the sidewalk. Steve was still unsure how Chester was alive and looked so young for his age. "What happened after I crashed?" he asked him.

"In 47, I was driving in New Mexico. It was night and I was outside this town called Roswell." he started. "There was an object that was going across the sky. At first I thought it was a meteor but then I noticed it was some kind of craft. It crashed in a field and I drove right up the wreckage. I found two bodies. They were not human. I found a pod with a human baby inside it. I took the child and left before anyone else found it. I adopted her. Her name is Anna. She has unworldly abilities, Rodgers. When she was ten I had a massive heart attack and she saved me. I haven't aged since."

"Seriously?" he gasped. "You found a…what? Alien!"

"We made contact a few years back with this guy Thor who is an Asgard. I was researching to see if she might be one of them." he admitted. "I faked my death and have been in hiding with her ever since she was ten. She's seventy now but looks about your age."

"Where is she?" he asked. He wanted to meet her and the thought of her helping Peggy came to mind.

"She got a job at Stark Tower." he told him. "It's not like there is a lot of people we can trust. She can heal by touching someone. You know how valuable that would make her to certain people."

"She could help Peggy," he nodded.

"She could." he agreed. "How is she?"

"She's dying and doesn't remember much of anything." Steve reported. He sniffed back a tear, "Even if she could have just a moment of clarity…"

"I'll see if Anna can help bring back her memory." he promised. "So, not what you thought the future would be, huh?"

"I never thought of what the future would be." he admitted. "Now that I am here it's little…"

"Confusing, expensive…" they walked by a teenager with green hair, "circus show…" Chester insisted.

Steve did a double take as they walked by. "If I had hair like that I would have gotten beaten up twice as much." he remarked.

"New York is loaded with whimps now, Rodgers. You would fit right in!" he smirked.

"Thanks," he rolled his eyes.