Alrighty! This is a new story that's been dancing around in my head for a while. Hope you enjoy.

After the fall of Shield, every agent took the news differently. Some chose Hydra, others were loyal to Shield and continued to fight the battle. Yet, there was also people who were stuck in the middle, not sure what to quite do with their lives. Roselyn Petrov, was one of them.

Rosie was quiet, and reserved. So almost nobody knew she was gone. She always carried out her missions with the utmost precision and grace. Nick Fury was extremely proud in the little secret he kept. Very few Shield agents even knew she existed. That was because she was not fully human, as in, she had powers. Rosie could manipulate and sense one's emotions. So she was a great use in interrogations, and also removing information from the enemy without injuring them. But she wasn't really in control and failed, alot. Yet, Fury found many uses for her special talents.

Although one person noticed her absence, and took it straight to the heart. That person, was Steve Rogers.

Rosie brushed a brunette lock from her face, her eyes darted back and forth and she deducted people. She could feel everything they felt. The woman who's husband had been cheating, or the man who found out he was going to be a father. All the noise made her head want to split open. All the thoughts, emotions, feelings. Noise.

Rain started to gently fall from the sky. She burst up and started walking back to her small apartment, headphones in her ears. The song Firestone blared in her ears as she blocked out the rest of the world. Rosie pulled her gray hood over her head to keep her somewhat dry. After walking the two miles, and four flights of stairs. She stopped at the door and removed her hood, and headphones. Something seemed off, there was a strange aura coming from inside. She instantly went into her spy mode, pulling out her concealed gun. Rosie cocked it and positioned it. Readying herself she opened the door quietly and slowly. Rosie went inside and looked around the dark apartment. After a few steps in she felt a arm snake around her, and she moved quickly, but not quickly enough. Her opponent had her gun, which frustrated her.

"Please li-"

Rosie interrupted her male opponent by striking. He dropped the gun and begun to fight back. Yet, he didn't expect she would be like this. Her arms snaking in and out of gaps, twirling around. As if it was almost a dance to find his weak spots. His strong arms began to pry her off, but she just returned with a pressure hold. Apparently, it didn't affect him. Because he flipped her off his body, and she landed on the coffee table.

"I was trying to tell you-" She didn't listen as she struck him again, and by his emotions he was surprised again. Rosie released a sigh and flipped him. His weight shattering the coffee table. A loud groan came from the man on the ground, as the glass center piece crashed over his head.

"I just bought that." Rosie whined.

"That hurt."

"I bet." She spoke back with a sigh. Rosie went over and flicked on the lights so she could deduct the mess. "Oh. My. God. I'm sorry Steve, I didn't know it was you. I'm so sorry." She immediately rushed over to help him up.

"No, no. It's fine. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that."

"This looks like it will need stitches, or at least some wrapping." She got slightly flustered, her apartment wasn't the cleanest. And she just took down Captain America. You could say today wasn't going very well.

"It's fine really. I'll be healed my tomorrow."

"At least let me look at that gash in your arm, clean it up for you."

"Alright.. I can do that. Then can I talk to you about why I'm here?"

"Yes! I'm so sorry. I'm just so rude aren't I."

"Well, I was waiting in your house in the dark." Steve started as he watched her leave the room and come back with a first-aid kit. "And took your gun away. It was just self defense."

"But I just cut Steve Rogers arm open." She spoke in a mocked tone, and it caused him to stifle a laugh.

"Can I tell you why I'm here now?" She faked sighed as she begun to clean his wound.

"I guess so... Why are you here?" Rosie asked.

"Well. You're kind of out of a job, correct?"

"Unless Shield is hiding from me.. Then yes."

"You know I'm with the Avengers.."

"Yeah with Clint, Nat, Dr. Banner, Thor and Tony Stark. The arrogant bastard with his head stuck up his rear-end."

"...Yeah." He laughed. "Well, Fury wants me to recruit you now that Shield crumbled."

"Fury's alive?" Rosie said as her eyes widened.

"Yeah, faked his death. Like Coulson."

"Bastard." She seethed, wrapping his wound carefully.

"Anyway. What do you say?"

"You really want me to be an Avenger? Live in the tower, and fight aliens?"

"That's what I'm asking."

"Am I like dreaming?"

"Nope."

"I'm really gonna be an Avenger?"

"If you say yes."

"Well Yes." And as she spoke the last syllable, lightening struck, and thunder roared.

"Tony.." He mumbled under his breath.

"Pissed off Thor?"

"Yep." Steve sighed. "I should probably go see what's wrong."

"That might be a good idea..."

"Thanks for fixing me up Rosie." He spoke getting up, shrugging on his jacket.

"You're welcome. Oh, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"When do I move in the tower?"

"Tomorrow."

"Like, tomorrow tomorrow?"

"Natasha said she'd come over and help move, since you know her."

"This is happening really fast."

"Tell me about it. We only found out two days ago when Nick popped in a surprise visit."

"Ah."

"They are all settled on the idea now."

"That's nice to know.."

"Well. See you tomorrow."

"See ya, Steve." He left her alone in the silence of the apartment. Rain softly hitting her windows as she looked around the empty apartment. Besides her clothes. Rosie didn't really have anything. But after all the stress of the past hour, she decided to take a hot shower.

The hot water washed away the stress and strain. Relaxing all her muscles and lulling her emotions. She dressed and dried her hair. Before she crawled into her bed, wrapping herself in a blanket cocoon. Thinking about how this was the last night in this rickety old apartment. She would never hear her neighbors at it until wee hours in the morning. Every night. Or Mr. Baxwells boxer barking at the people on the street. And she would never see the kind face of Mrs. MaCurdy as she walked down the staircase.

All of that stuff would be gone. Tomorrow would be a new day. Tomorrow she could start over. Tomorrow, she would be an Avenger.

So... What did you think? I'll update again shortly, because my inspiration for this story is through the roof. Anyway, Reviews are always appreciated, and I love you all.