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Chapter 1
Adjustments

Jameson Roe should have been a professional at moving. After all, she had lived in so many countries over the years, having to pack up in a short month or so notice due to her father's military job had been difficult, but doable. She had learned to keep her personal sentimental items to a minimal, while the rest was easily disposable or replaceable. In that aspect it was very easy for her to get up and move to a new place.

These skills came in handy when she helped her best friend, Steven Grant Rogers back up his belongings for his relocation to Washington DC. And then it came in handy for herself when she too took a job offer from her friends employers, as well as the people that had hired her temporarily for the Battle of New York. So packing up and moving at the beginning of December was a pain, but her organization skills did come in handy quite a bit.

Managing to find other things that weren't so important, though necessary, wasn't exactly what she was what one would call "good" at.

"The same thing happened when I moved into my place in New York," Jamie said, phone wedged between her ear and her shoulder. "I can't find a single thing in this mess! I'm serious, Steve! I can't find a single fork or a mug or anything! I can find a flashlight or my Christmas decorations - which is nice since I'm gonna be needing them soon anyway, but heaven forbid I find something that I actually use or need on a daily basis!"

She received a chuckle from the man on the phone. "I think you're overreacting just a bit, Jay."

"No, I'm not overreacting, Steven!" Jamie grumbled. "I can't find my socks!"

"Where something else? Sandals or something that doesn't need socks," he suggested, though he obviously still found it extremely funny.

"I can't wear sandals to go running!" she scolded him. "Are you nuts?"

"I don't know, you tell me," Steve chuckled.

"Yes, you are insane and should be institutionalized," she stated, opening another box. "Ah! Gotcha you little bast-"

"Hey now, keep it clean," Steve chuckled.

Jamie smirked, plopping down on her unmake bed to put her socks on. "You mean my socks? I don't know, Steve. I mean, it's gonna be kinda hard to do that with how hard you make me work." The moment the words came out of her mouth she knew she shouldn't have worked it that way. Great, Jay, great. You make it sound dirty! Way to go! "Or Tasha. Tash kicks my ass everytime."

"Maybe you should think about why," Steve suggested.

"It probably has something to do with the fact she knows several forms of martial art that's she's studied for quite a while, and is ruthless and awesomely badass."

"Use your opponent's strength against them," Steve instructed.

"Yeah, when you figure out how to do that to Tasha, let me know, hon," Jamie said. She reached for the remote to turn the television off, but ended up hesitating as she tuned in.

Cat Carter, a young Australian blonde beauty with brains, who had had her own section of a news talk show sat on one side of the desk with several other individuals. Jamie didn't pay much attention to politics. She had just ended up leaving the channel on after catching the weather that morning.

"There a massive difference between comic book superheros and those individuals prancing around in tights."

Jamie wasn't exactly sure who Cat was debating with, but he was an older man. He was rather bland looking, and to be honest, the perfect word to describe him, in Jamie's mind, was Gray. He was very gray overall. Hi suit, his hair, his personality.

"I'd hardly call what they wear tights-" Cat tried to interrupt.

"That's not the point!...Take Iron Man, for example. Why would we want our kids to look up to a guy like him? He's aggressive, sarcastic, rarely speaks of anything virtuous, he used to make weapons, for crying out loud! He exploits women, flaunts his wealth, and promotes weapon violence."

"I have to beg to differ….Tony Stark is a fine example of a human being stepping up to the plate to do what is right. Once he saw what his weapons were really doing, he shut down that section of the company. Yes, he's sarcastic, but most people are nowadays. He may have a reputation with women, all that playboy business has stopped since he's gotten involved with Virginia Potts."

"Right, because he's never cheated on a woman before."

"And you haven't? I believe that was what caused your second divorce, if I recall correctly.

"No need to bring in personal matter, Carter."

"Then don't bring it up in this debate. They're human beings too, with the exception of Thor, and maybe the Hulk, but they're people nonetheless. We all have our own lives outside of work. Their work is heroism. They're free to do whatever they like with their free time, as long as it's within the parameters of law."

"But their work involves all of us. One mistake could result in the death of innocent people."

"And cops and doctors are any different? We trust them with our lives every day. And you're not throwing them under the bus."

"Then why don't we talk about how their existence brings out, for a lack of a better word, "Super-Villains" to wreak havoc."

"Now you're taking reference from comics, not from real life."

"Fine, but how about the unfair advantage they have over the rest of humanity?"

"Survival of the fittest. Plus, I don't believe they mean us any harm. They saved us from an alien attack. And two of them don't even have powers." Cat went on with, "Look from the way I see it, belief gives strength, purpose. These heroes are a symbol for something greater, and if you can't see that, then there's no hope for you."

Now Cat really understood why Jamie and her friends faught. She had to respect the woman for that. There were a lot of haters out there that didn't like them, or the idea of the Avengers or people with different abilities other than what was considered the norm.

"Jay? Jamie? You still there? I'm outside your apartment building. Hello?"

"Oh, right, sorry," she said, turning the device off with the remote. "I'll be right out."

"How haven't you finished unpacking yet? You've been here three weeks," Steve laughed as they ran through the crowds at the National Mall.

"Oh, like you really jumped on that yourself," Jamie said. "I got here two weeks after you moved and you only had your clothes, hygiene and cookware unpacked."

"I wasn't home much," he defended. "I kept getting sent on missions."

"Yeah, well I've been swamped with paperwork," she said. "You know, I joined SHIELD to do good work; to make a difference again, but all they're got me doing is stupid paperwork and training with Natasha. Not that I really mind, but she'd kicking my ass and I'm getting bruises where I really didn't know I could get bruises."

"Again, use her strength against her," he suggested.

"And I reiterate, when you figure that out, let me know," Jamie said.

"You wanna stop for breakfast?" Steve asked, slowing down at the end of the block.
"Oh, God yes, I'm starving!" Jamie exclaimed.

"You're always hungry," Steve pointed out with a chuckle.

"What's your point? You are too," Jamie laughed back, playfully swatting him in the stomach.

Either Jamie or Steve seemed bothered by the fact that they walked into the cafe completely covered in sweat from their workout. They were far too hungry to really care. They just wanted food and to be left alone to regain the calories they had just worked off on their hour and a half run (with took a lot more effort on Jamie's part than Steve's).

"It's been even worse since your abilities came back," Steve said.

"Yes, yes they have," she agreed. "You wanna know what else is because of my powers came back? SHIELD's job offer."

The place was one of those seat yourself and the waiter would come to you after a couple minutes. Menus were kept in a slot against the wall, on one side of the booth where they had decided to occupy for their meal. There were also magazines and papers from that week to keep them preoccupied. Steve took one paper from that day, while Jamie took another.

"Don't be ridiculous," Steve scoffed, opening the paper.

"I'm being realistic," she said. "I mean, they had no real interest in me after the battle other than to make sure I wasn't going to die on them again. But then I get them back and they offer me a job. It obviously has a connection."

"Well, abilities or not, I think you're a great asset to them," he said. "To the world."

"Thanks, Steve," Jamie said. "I really appreciate that."

The waiter came and took their orders with a reluctant look and tone to him. He obviously wasn't comfortable with the two joggers state, but neither of them really paid too much attention to him, other than how they training taught them to check around the room and the individuals in it.

It didn't take very long for them to get their food. Perhaps everybody wanted them to leave. Maybe they smelled and neither of them could really tell? It didn't really matter. They were both taking their time. They had far too much time to kill before going into work for training and whatever work that they had to give them (Jamie was sure she had more paperwork to do, to her dismay).

"What's this?" Steve asked.

Jamie looked up from her scrambled eggs and to Steve's blue eyes. "What's what?" she asked, shifting in her seat to look over his shoulder.

"This," he said, lowering the newspaper so that Jamie could see.

She studied it for a moment before her eyes landed on the horoscopes. The obituaries were on the left side of the paper, though Steve obviously knew what those were, while adds lined the bottom. The only part she could possibly think that he was referring to were the horoscopes on the right.

"The horoscopes?" she asked.

"Yeah," he clarified. "What is it?"

"Oh, it's rather dumb," Jamie said. "I mean, they're kind of entertaining to read, but really there's nothing to them." She took a sip of her orange juice and then continued. "They're sidereals," she said. "People think that the stars, planets and your zodiac sign can tell you about what traits you have, your love life, your job and fortune and stuff like that. It's really just in there for entertainment."

"Which one is mine?" he asked curiously.

"You're birthday's July 4th, so you'd be a Cancer, I think. Cancer is the Crab," Jamie thought outloud.

"What does that mean, exactly?" he asked.

"Let me look it up," Jamie said, pulling out her phone. She quickly looked for the meaning and read it to him, "'Cancerians love home-life, family and domestic settings. They are traditionalists, and enjoy operating on a fundamental level. They love history, and are fascinated with the beginnings of things (heraldry, ancestry, etc.). The moon is their ruler, so they can be a bit of a contradiction and sometimes moody. However, they are conservative, so they'll be apt to hide their moods from others altogether. They have a reputation for being fickle, but they'll tell you that isn't true, and it's not. Cancerians make loyal, sympathetic friends. However Cancerians need alone time, and when they retreat, let them do so on their terms.' Huh, that actually does sound like you a bit."

"What about you? What's yours?" he asked.

"I'm a Capricorn," she informed him. "It says here that, 'Capricorn's are also philosophical signs and are highly intelligent too. They apply their knowledge to practical matters, and strive to maintain stability and order. They are good organizers, and they achieve their goals by purposeful, systematic means. They are very intuitive, although they don't share this trait with others freely. They do not deal well with opposition or criticism but a healthy Capricorn will often shrug off negative comments towards their character. They are patient and persevering - they know they can accomplish any task as long as they follow their plan step-by-step. Capricorn's have broad shoulders, and typically take on other's problems with aplomb. Ironically, they rarely share their own problems and tend to go through bouts of inner gloom after a spell of dwelling on these problems.' I don't really think that sounds like me though."

"Some of it does," Steve said.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well, a lot of it, actually," he said. "You're smart, and you like order. You're patient. You try and take on other's problems when you still have everything on your own plate to deal with. you definitely don't like to open up about your own problems."

"Well, what does the horoscope say for you today?" she asked.

"Mix your reality with a bit of fantasy today, Cancer. Kick back for a while and rest. Try to spend time meditating and clearing your head of daily worries. Calming, relaxing activities are the best way to spend today. Take walks with friends and go deep into conversation about outlandish subjects. Give yourself time and space to dream. Rein it in today, Cancer! Before diving headfirst into a complicated venture, make organizing your top priority. Create a doable timeline, map out a clear action plan, declutter your workspace. Warning: think before you speak. No-nonsense directness could backfire, so be thoughtful in what you say to whom. Also, reconnect with an influential ex-colleague, and an exciting opportunity could wind up in your lap."

"Jeez, take it easy today, why don'tcha," Jamie teased. "What does mine say? Should I take it easy today or what?"

"Reach for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, Capricorn. It's closer than you think. Indeed, your dreams are completely within your reach. There are forces at work today helping you to achieve your goals. You should be in a positive mood all day, and people will be very responsive to you. Let your fantasies lead the way. Workaholism, interrupted. Today's moon-Uranus trine urges you to lift your nose from the grindstone to take time for a close friend or family member. Tending to business can act as a convenient vehicle to distract you from what's really going on in your heart. Connect with a loved one, and honor your feelings by sharing them. When you relieve yourself of this emotional weight, you'll be all the more efficient later in the day."

"Maybe that means I'll finally go in the field," Jamie muttered.

"Patience is a virtue," Steve reminded her.

"I'm being patient," Jamie said. "Just a little anxious along with it. I'm excited."

"Well, if you are that anxious, why don't we head out and get ready for work?" Steve suggested. After all, they were both done with their breakfasts.

"Sounds like a plan, Captain."

It's like I traded one desk for another, Jamie thought with a sigh. She sat back in her rather comfortable desk chair (which she had vented to Steve about saying, "Now I know where all my tax dollars are going.") and ran a hand through her hair. Maybe today isn't my day.

"Hey, Blue."

The smooth, feminine familiar voice sounded behind Jamie. She glanced back, her eyes meeting with Natasha's. "Hey," she said. "What have I told you about calling me that?"

"Not to?"

"And?"

"I don't care."

Jamie rolled her eyes, but smirked nonetheless. "So, what so I owe the pleasure? Training doesn't start until later, right?"

"Training's been cancel," Nat informed her.

That spiked her interest. "Oh, really? You get assigned something?"

"No," She answered simply, shaking her head.

"Okay, so why isn't there training?" Jamie pressed. She was really starting to get annoyed with the way Nat was beating around the bush.

"You're the one with the field op," she told her, smirk firmly in place as she plopped a file down on the brunette's desk. "Better suit up, Blue."

"Solace," Jamie corrected.

"Same thing."

It was stealing, simple as that. Jamie had joined SHIELD to make a difference again. She wanted to put herself to good use. Steve was working for them, so how horrible could they be, she thought. But after joining, the first thing they had assigned her to in the field was to stealthily retrieve some appropriated Chitauri weaponry.

Sure, it was still dangerous weapons that shouldn't be in the hands of civilians, but it was still stealing: something Jamie wasn't comfortable with.

Jamie stood on the roof of the New York building housing confiscated materials that the NYPD acquired, snow falling down from the sky, sticking to her hair and eye lashes, coating the rooftop. They had, apparently, gotten their hands on some Chitauri weaponry. Now, there was no way that SHIELD would allow that kind of weaponry to be in the hands of anybody other than themselves, so Jamie was sent in to retrieve the small amount of alien weaponry they had obtained.

Jamie would rather SHIELD not have it either, but she had to go with the lesser of two evils on that.

Jamie opened the skylight ever so quietly and lowered herself in. She used the souring shelves to climb down into the pathway. Her footsteps sounded on the metal grated floor, so she had to move quickly and quietly as possible in order to remain undetected by the officers on guard. Natasha had given her some last minute advice before Jamie flew out from DC for her first mission.

"The key is speed and silence. In and out, fast and quiet." She knew that was exactly what she had to do in order to get the job done. She needed to take Natasha's words and keep them playing in her head as she kept her eyes and ears open during the mission.
The masked brunette bolted down one of the aisles, turning left at the end. She followed the aisle for three rows until she stopped and ducked down, listening. She could hear footsteps making their way down the aisle perpendicular in front of her. She glanced behind her to see if she had enough time to backtrack and hide.

It would have taken her far too long to back up, so instead, Jamie grabbed onto the shelves next to her and started to climb. She moved high enough to where she was out of sight and stopped, looking down and to the aisle as the guard peered down to make sure nobody was there.

Once they moved on, Jamie quietly lowered herself and moved towards the stairs. She slid down the railing to prevent more footsteps then necessary. When her feet hit the ground she glanced around her, mentally imagining the map she had studied on the flight to New York. She turned right down an aisle and then right.

Blue eyes scanned the shelf in front of her until they landed on a black metal case. She pulled it off the shelf and opened the container to make sure it was the correct on. Inside were two Chitauri grenades. She closed the case quickly and slipped off her backpack. She swiftly put it inside before mounting it back on her back.

Once she had the Chitauri weapons, she glanced up and grabbed the shelf, pulling herself up and to the very top metal part of the shelf. Keeping high was her best bet until she got to the next level to make her escape.

Okay, that wasn't so bad, Jamie thought with a sigh. Now I just have to get out.

It didn't take too long for Jamie to make it back to her starting point on the roof. She didn't stick around to get caught though. She quickly moved to the taller building next to the warehouse. She ran, using her momentum to climb up the wall and over to the other roof.

It wasn't until Jamie heard a bullet hit the vent next to her that she found out she had been made. She bolted it, glancing over her shoulder to see that the person was right running after her.

Jamie ran across the rooftop. She jumped up onto a vent and propelled herself to the rooftop of the taller building next to her. Her follower used the latter, but that gave Jamie enough time to gain distance, dropping down to the quinjet that had been cloaked in an abandoned parking lot. She bolted it inside, pressing the hanger door to close.

"Go," Solace ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am," the pilot replied.

And with that, Jamie's first field mission was completed.

And so it all begins! I know it's not the longest chapter, or the most eventful, but it is the introduction to a whole new world. I really hope you guys liked it though. Please, please, please, let me know what you think! I'm really looking forward to hearing your feedback.

That really isn't a way for me to thank people for their reviews, seeing as this is posted right after the last chapter of Solace, but I will go on and thank everybody that did review Solace. You guys really push these stories and make me love to update and want to continue writing them for you, as well as myself. So please, keep the feedback coming!