Chapter 1 – 70 years into the future

Phil Coulson was not used to this.

He looked around at the kids running around so happy. The place looked almost peaceful and full with childish innocent laughs. It almost didn't look like he was in the middle of African desert. Finding the person he was looking for wasn't that hard. She was in the biggest tent: the medical service one.

There she was. And it was a sign of her he wasn't used too.

Her blonde hair pulled into a practical bun, her face free of makeup, not that she needed because her skin doesn't have any imperfections. The typical professional yet stylish woman was wearing a pair of slightly dirty bootcut jeans that looked a bit used, just like her dark purple, large v-neck tee that looked two numbers above hers, the most impressive part where the dirty Chuck Taylor All Star black sneakers she was sporting. He didn't even knew she own sneakers being used to seeing her in high fashion heels. But apparently she does own sneakers.

It was easy to see when she spotted him because her nice, relax, somehow calm expression she was using as she talk to a tall build African doctor (who seems be eating every word she was saying and loving every minute of it) soon felt of her face and she turned into a blank one. This is what people who know her call 'ready for business' look, the one that said: I am here to hear you but you better not waste my time or I will destroy you.

"You realize this is the middle of Somalia right? Not at a meeting in DC." She says looking with a raised eyebrow at his suit.

"I was told to come and get you; Fury didn't say where you were."

"Phillip. What does Nicholas wants now?"Outside work, she never used his surname or the director's, she treated them as friends, something they clearly are.

In the past hours, back on the helicopter, Phil Coulson imagined the many possible scenarios that would come out. He trained various sentence to bring up the conversation, preparing her for the news not waiting to shock her right away, various ways of telling her what they found in a calm, peaceful, somehow not much a huge surprise way. Of course it didn't work and unfortunately all it came was.

"They found him."

"They found who?" she didn't even understand what he meant, Phil wants to hit his face with a plate, and for a man with so many plans he was falling at telling her the news. News she been waiting for 70 years. Gosh, now he feels even more pressure why couldn't they send Hill or Romanoff. "Phillip, they found who?"

"Captain Steve Rogers. They found him in the Arctic ice."

Suddenly her expression changed to something that Coulson never saw coming from her always collected features: pure shock. Eyes popping. Open mouth. That soon was cover by her hands as her eyes started to blink very fast.

"They found Stevie." Her voice was soft, broken but full with emotions, a tone that Phil never saw on her, and emotions she must have kept for so many decades behind her strong mask.

"Kathleen, they found him unconscious. He's been transfer to the New York facility to run some tests."

"Wait. Un. Unc. Uncons. Unconscious. As In. A. A. Alive." She tries to articulate the words but falling miserable, something ironical since she lived in the White House for a decade as the top advisor of the presidents, pretty much ruling the county, and not in an easy time.

"You're theory was right. The ice preserved his body. Kathleen, you're brother is alive."

New York

Coulson is giving Kathleen an award. They just got to New York an hour and half ago after getting aboard the quinjet and the blonde looked like a totally different person. She walked in his and Fury's direction in something that could only be called business perfection, a look he's very used to see her in, and that she has master by now. The black Gucci knee-length dress looked flawless in her curvy figure but still hold something classiness with its looseness, showing just a bit of her long toned legs. She pair it up with Christian Louboutin peep-toe nude pump ending her look with an also nude Chanel bag and with red matte lipstick bringing out her plump lips and had applied eyeliner, bring out her eyes. Her hair is loose in perfect curls that touched her shoulder blades.

"Director Fury." She spoke with confidence like she had the entire world under her control, another much known trade of her, and probably half true. Stylish, confident, intelligent and always on control of the situation this is how a person would describe Kathleen Rogers.

"Doctor Rogers." She didn't even blink to the name just gave him a hello type of nod with her head. Fury and her have this way of communicating with eyes that he still didn't manage to capture. "Let's go then." She says opening the front door of the dark SUV and Phil is truly giving her an award because she doesn't even look excited, just like she had another meeting with a president.

Steve P.O.V.

Steve looked around the strange city completely lost to what was going on. He had no idea where he was and what the hell was going on around him. He was completely lost until a voice behind him made him turn.

"At ease soldier!" He turned around to see a dark African American man with an eye patch. A strange look indeed. "Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there. But we thought it best to break it to you slowly."

"Break what?"

"You've been asleep, Cap." The same voice spoke but he was frozen as a woman approached him like a vision of normally in the middle of this craziness. She had a little smile, the one she normally used to when she was happy about something but still apprehensive about what would come from that. Like when she got her letter to get to Pearl Harbor, well probably a bad example having in consideration what happened next.

"Lynn. What is going on?"

"You went into the ice, you been declared missing." She spoke to him with a soft tone but something was different this wasn't the girl he grew up with, she was wearing black. She never wore black. Kathleen loves her bright colors and polka dresses. "For almost seventy years."

He couldn't believe what she was saying. It was impossible, yet he looked around the street, everything was so different, the cars, the way the people were walking and dressing and talking in strange small things or staring like their lives depended on that small object.

"How is it possible? You're. You're the same." He tries to have the words out as he looks back at his sister: her hair was still the same, a bit longer than what she wore during the war but still the same blonde shinny color yet everything else about her was different.

"The serum affected me differently. It mixed with my DNA. The bottom line is that I don't age."

He could see it now how different she was now: the black dress, the strange very high heel shoes, the way she was standing almost tense, soldier like, like the weight of the world is on her shoulder, her makeup darker than usual, and her face- her eyes, it looked like what she didn't age in her body, she aged it in her eyes. Her eyes carried so much pain that had Steve heart tight.

"Are you gonna be okay?" The man spoke again as he tried to look back at him but he was still pretty much in shock.

"Yeah. Yeah. I just...I had a date." He could see how her sister face showed sadness upon hearing that, knowing very well he meant Peggy, as she turned to Fury as they communicated with their eyes and he nodded at her leaving them. As soon they were alone and he was about to ask her questions after questions he felt her arms around him, holding with a lot of strength, afraid she would lose him again.

"Oh Stevie!" She spoke with a little voice, almost pure, the same sad voice she would wear when he came back home beat up from the fights. He put his arms around her and suddenly felt the water in his chest. She was crying. And then the words came back to him.

You've been asleep, Cap.

For almost seventy years.

70 years. His sister spent 70 years believing she would never see him. 70 years. While to him he saw her just yesterday where he spoke to her. He said his goodbyes hours ago however to her, it was decades ago.

He could see how she looked so different now. Of course she would. 70 years passed to her. He just wonders how she changed.

A.N. This is the first chapter of the history a few things:

1. My character complete name is Doctor Kathleen "Lynn" Evelyn Rogers.

2. for facial inspiration I imagine Amber Heard, because she is pretty much one of the most beautiful woman I've seen.

3. She is Steve's oldest twin sister

4. She was married twice but divorced only once. You get to guess who and might have very 'hidden' affairs with married people.

5. She is not Steve, meaning she is not as noble as he is, at least, not in the present time, and she is clearly not a perfect saint (Note 4).

6. She is a bisexual character and very open minded, so any person who feels uncomfortable about it better stop reading it.

7. The looks for my character will be on my polyvore account: margot-0

7. Reviews are absolutely my life.