Author's note:

I have not written in ages, but I hope to start again. Also I need a project otherwise I will be bored out of my mind now that I have graduated from school.

It's maybe an unusual pairing, but as you will see Emma is hardly anything than what she is like in the comics. I love her character first for her abilities, but then also I thought she was very interesting in how she handles her situations and her background. But this fic is primarily concerned about her abilities. It felt wrong to create a new character with the same abilities. Also Captain is my favourite male character, after him comes a bulk of favourites, haha. Yet I think they would somehow be a good match, although they are so different.

So sadly none of the characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel.
If they did, then this would definitely be a ship!

Chapter 1

Laughing she looked at the man next to her. Steve, her patient.

"What happens, if I press this button?" he asked waving his new smartphone around.

"You make terrible pictures", she could not stop laughing for this must be the most ridiculous session she ever had with a patient. Mr. Fury said, that Steve might be instable and troubled, because of his past. Yet here sat a man laughing about a little silver box, a smartphone. Of course they would have to get to his proper treatment soon, but she liked getting to know her patients before and with Steve this was possible. She tried to be a friend, as it is easier to open oneself to a friend. His blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, which sparkled with a mischievous glint. Of course he knew what he was doing. He was teasing her and she enjoyed it.

Before she came to Shield, she lost five jobs although she had certain degrees and was well educated. Her method of treating a patient was different, her ability was different. She had a degree in psychology and took extra courses in sexual behaviour. She figured that some people differ so much in the bedroom from how they behave outside, that looking at this might be very sensible. Only a small amount of people knew of her ability. It was the reason she was chosen to work for Shield. Emma Frost was a mutant. She was able to turn her body into organic diamond, needless to say that she hardly ever bruised. Yet the ability for which she was chosen, was not her ability to escape being hurt. Emma was a very capable telepath. Her patients had no secrets in front of her, which made many uncomfortable. Yet it was essential for Shield. The man next to her saved the dreadful picture and opened his contact list. She had offered him to give him her contact details, if he felt the need for a talk outside of her office hours. Emma took the smartphone and filled in the contact details.

"Just try not to dial my number, when you are drunk", she joked. Captain America wouldn't get drunk, would he?

"I cannot promise that" he replied with a sly wink. Very charming.

"Right, well let's talk about why you are here", fun time was over. He was here for a reason and she would need to fulfil her job.

"Sorry doctor, times up." Grinning he got up from the leather couch. When she looked at her watch she realized, that he was right. His time was more than over. Yet they had not talked about anything on her list. Perplexed she got up and let him out of the room.

"See you next time, doctor." With twinkling eyes he left, and he left her absolutely speechless. This man managed to through her time plan out of the window and managed to make her lose track of time. How? This was very unexpected. In her office she tried to get her head around what had happened. He came in, introduced himself and then? Then he started pointing her attention towards him being incapable of working with modern technical devices. Sly. Very smart. Emma sat down at her mahogany desk and started writing her report. How would she explain to Fury, that Rogers played her to get out of his session? Worse, he would even be able to now deduct that session from his minimum amount. She would have to be very careful next time he came in. Right down to business. That was how she was going to work through the next session.

With that in mind she sent her report to Fury. It was much shorter, than she wished for her first day.

Patient Rogers is not willing to freely speak about his past, or anything bothering him. It may be worth considering to raise the amount of needed sessions.

Mr. Rogers is fully aware of the precaution being taken and is in possession of my contact data, if there should be a problem.

With kind regards,
Emma Frost.

This must do. If that continues, she thought she might as well change her profession. Sighing she looked at the picture of the man she left behind. A small wooden frame with specks of diamonds made of her tears. Scott had a way of doing these things for her. Letting her fingertips run over his smile. She always stayed near enough in the vicinity so that they could at least see each other at weekends, but now she as miles away. She missed him. Although she was not that sure, if it was the same for him. After such a big row, you just cannot be sure. Of course he was furious, that she accepted the job, furious and sad. Leaving in a hurry was probably also very hurtful. Closing her eyes she tried not to think of her problems anymore.
What do they say about psychiatrists? The group of people with the highest suicide rate. Well what do you expect, when you chose to listen to other people's problems every day and won't get spared by the problems yourself?
The loud sound of an arriving E-mail tore her out of her thoughts and made her open her eyes again.

You are not the first to be fooled by Rogers.
Get that man talking.

Damn.

The small blonde jumped around the room in her pyjamas. At work she had to be firm and proper, but at home she could be as childish as she wished.

"We've been singing Billy Jean,
Mixing vodka with caffeine
We got a stranger passing bye(eeeeeeeee)

And though their out of tune
Girl you blow my mind, you do
And all I say is, that I don't want to say good night

But there's no quiet corner,
To get to know each other
Well there's no hurry,
I'm a patient man as you'll discover "

At least this time the hairbrush would not have to suffer of this performance. Getting home from work to a flat which is very quiet and very dark and very deserted needs a lot of singing over the loneliness. The shouting was in fact so successful, that Emma didn't hear her phone ringing. Twice. Well never mind, its 10 o'clock in the evening, who calls at that time anyway?
When the music faded on to the next song and then decided to torture her with advertisement, she decided to just go to bed. The silence would not change, whether she tortured her neighbours with her voice or left the radio on loud. Maybe one should invest in a pet, but then the poor thing would be at home alone, while Emma was at work. So she abandoned that thought.

It was comfortable. Shield knew how to treat their employees. But it was not homey. It was not familiar. It was quiet. Blasted silence. She reached over to her phone, seeing the missed call. Hm. Unknown number. Well, whoever it was would have to call again if it was important.

Her smartphone screen showed a picture of her and Scott. A new one, it was made just a few days before she left. Before the fight broke out in which all the miniature problems, they had already had were blown out of proportion. A close to break up fight. Yet the words break up, had not been said. Yet. Of course she didn't want to lose him. He had been a very large part of her life. Her first kiss. Her first relationship. Her first everything. That is not something to just forget in a day or two. Quickly she typed out a message and hoped he would answer. Unlike before the messages he clearly must have not gotten, otherwise he would have called. Maybe she should try to call. Maybe.

Good night, Scott
Sleep well
Love you much
Please call me in the morning!

That sounded about right. Not needy or desperate. Not alone. Oh, who are you kidding? Emma sent the message, turned around and tried to sleep. It was her second week in New York. The fifteenth night with disturbing bright lights, sounds of cars, and the sound of the TV of her poor neighbour.

(song: stay the night – James blunt)

Of course he did not call. But that not a priority at the moment.

Emma woke up in the morning with rays of sun shining through her window. Although the city was uncomfortable at night, she liked the look of it now. It seemed calmer, at least as long as she lay in her bed. She turned around to have another nap before her alarm went off, when her eyes flew open. 9:20. She had slept in. The alarm was not set. She was late. Very late. Damn.

Quickly she jumped out of bed, got dressed and skipped her coffee in favour of buying one on the way, which would be a lot faster than her old little water kettle. Running down the stairs she just missed the bus and started a sprint down the street. Good thing that she is used to her shoes. Shoes. Hey eyes flew downwards. Trainers under her business attire. Well at least she could run to work. The first Starbucks on the way was packed, but from her morning routine she knew there were 3 more coffee shops on the way.

As fate wishes the last one had the least customers. Hopefully no one wanted to see her before she got there. She quickly stood in the queue, when a sick feeling came to her stomach.

"What do you mean you don't have soy milk? I want a refund on this coffee! Send me the manager!"

This could only be a bad joke. A really bad one. How would she function without coffee? How would she function without one of those yum looking bagels and that sweet chocolate muffin? Decisions, decisions. A glance at her watch made her decision a very simple one. She turned on her heels and ran back out towards the tall glass building of Shield headquarters. Just as she ran up to the entry a motorbike pulled up. Tall, handsome and those blue eyes. Her patient.

"Morning, Doctor." Steve grinned, he definitely knew she was late. How could all of this be happening?

"Good morning, Mr. Rogers. I expect you in my office at 2." Trying to keep her calm and not rush up the stairs she stepped into the building and towards the escalator, only to be stopped by a man kneeling on the floor. Technician. Looking around she saw elevators and a very long staircase. Stairs it is then.

"Nice shoes, doctor!" she heard Steve shout, as she ran up the stairs. Her office just had to be so high up. Ignoring her patient and the confused looks of other employees, she just managed it into her office before her phone started ringing. Emma sat down at her desk and picked up the phone.

"You are late Frost."

"I am so sorry, Sir, my alarm.." Of course it had to be Fury. A glance at her answering machine told her, that he had already called before. This cannot be good.

"I am not interested in excuses. I have another patient for you. Now that you have decided to grant us your presence I will send Miranda up with him. She is to stay in the office for your protection. ", his voice sounded strained and gruff. As if he was worried. A bodyguard during her patient's session. I don't think so.

"Mr. Fury, I do not think, that having someone in the office, whilst a patient is trying to open themselves, is a reasonable idea." Her careful approach at going against his orders, was turned down by a fast "do as you are told". Putting down the phone she lay her head onto her desk. Her stomach growled loudly. Lack of food in the office. Lack of coffee. Lack of ability to concentrate.
Even before she noticed the folder on her desk, it knocked and in stepped a tall woman with an equally tall man behind her. As she stood she realized his haggard looks. Long hair, dark searching eyes, strong but aggressive composure. The most noticeable was the metal arm which shined in the dim light of her desk.
The woman pushed him down onto the couch. Her tight jeans hugged her form, but she moved with precision and her hand rested on the gun in her holster. She did not trust him.

"Good morning. Director Fury already informed me, that you will be staying. You may take a seat." Emma pointed at a small lounge chair next to a bookshelf. Ms Carter shook her head in declination. Her eyes rested on his form and never left it.

Sighing Emma sat down opposite of her new patient. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the folder on her desk. She didn't even know what his name was. Well, he did not need to know that.

"What is your name?" Her eyes settled expectantly on his face, but was met with silence.

"Fine, how old are you?" Silence. Irritated she rolled the pencil between her fingers.

"Who are you?" Silence. Well if he doesn't talk he must think. She mentally reached out to him, she could feel the presence, but all she heard was for god's sake, what is that woman doing? Alright, so the bodyguard is also irritated. Searching his mind was more difficult than expected. It was in shambles. Everything seemed to belong nowhere. No fixed timelines. Faces without names, names without faces. This man was broken. Fury had chosen her for her abilities, now she knew why. This was going to be a very long day.

Working with Barnes was a giant puzzle. He answered all of her questions with silence. On the other hand he seemed to be catching up very quickly, as her questions became more precise. Although she searched his mind, nothing seemed to faze him enough to catch him off his guard. His eyes never left hers. If he wouldn't start answering soon she would have to force him some way. Barnes' self-control was remarkable. His mind never wandered, he never thought about her questions, all he thought about was Emma's face. Which in turn started to make Emma most uncomfortable. If she herself had not been so irritated herself, she would have never gone ahead and shouted out the found fragment of his mind. This little memory, which could help her.

"You know Steve!" Excitement, surprise, smugness were all wiped from her face as he jumped up in a split second and grabbed her throat. Wide scared eyes focused on narrowed aggressive eyes. Yet there was a glint of confusion, before it was replaced by a dominating determination. Emma could see Miranda carefully walking into her eyesight, gun trained at Barnes' back.

"Barnes, let her go. Now." The grip loosened, but he did not let go yet. He respected Ms Carter.

"I said now." She stood next to him, unsure of what to do next, she carefully laid her hand onto his wrist and steered it away. "We will go now, doctor." Without any further ado he let her lead himself out. Miranda seemed to be very good at her job, very determined, very precise and sharp. Watching her patient being led away, she noticed his form losing some of its tension. This might be something useable.

Settling down at her desk she felt at her throat. What if he had not let go? What if he had cut off her air supply? She was terrified, but she believed that so was he. Grabbing the folder she started reading about what she should have known. Unlike with Steve her notebook was quickly filled with information, analyses and questions.
Steve and James knowing each other was valuable information. She could work on both and maybe she could get them to sit down together. When Barnes' is stable though. No more throat terror. Steve's information was marked with only two words: Attention Sneaky! After rereading his background she stuck a post it to the side and noted down to ask about Barnes. If she could get Steve talking about him, he might also open up about other things troubling him.

Although her stomach growled in protest she skipped lunch break for catching up some more background reading on Steve and James' mission and so on. At two o'clock sharp there was a knock at her office.

"Come in, Mr. Rogers" fumbling around for her pen and a fresh sheet of paper. When she got up he already stood in the middle of the room, placing a plate full of sandwiches and two paper cups of coffee on the small table.
"I didn't see you at lunch, so I brought you some here. In case you were hungry." He smiled softly at her and sat down. We are not spending our time eating. Well yes, we will be eating. Eating and talking. Emma sat down opposite of him. "Thank you, that's very kind", she smiled at him and took a bite out of her sandwich. Starvation halted. There was enough time to finish this sandwich. Amused he watched her and sipped at his coffee.

"Right, I would like to speak to you about James Barnes today. He is here, do you know that?" His smile grew tired for a moment, tension laced his frame.

"Yes, I brought him here. His mission was to kill me. Only by a little bit of luck I was able to grab him and since then he's been here. They are trying to "fix" him. If that is even possible" he answered truthfully. The day before his voice had been so soft, yet always with a laughing and teasing edge to it. Now his voice, although still soft, just sounded tired and sad. He must be quite lonely.

"Not "they" are trying to fix him. I am. I will give my best. He had some very terrifying things done to him and you must understand, that that is not an easy way. Of course you know by first-hand experience, that his mind was influenced. Some things can be fixed. It's why I am here. Why I chose this job." Steve seemed to put very much emphasis on honesty, so she tried to treat him the same way. Knowing of her ability at this stage was not a good idea, and although she treated him as an equal friend, she was still his doctor.

"No offence, but they already tried a lot. I am starting to believe, that it's a lost call." Steve's eyes searched hers, never leaving them as he grabs for his coffee and takes another sip. Although his voice sounded nonchalantly, his mind worried about this situation. His best friend never being the same. His only connection to his own past. There was so much connected to their connection. Lowering her eyes she grabbed for another sandwich. "Nothing is ever completely lost, Steve."
While she munched her second sandwich she took the time to listen to him think, search his memories, think of the next question. There would not be a lot of talking in either of the two patient's sessions.

"Try to explain your friendship to James to me. What was he like, when you were younger?" It was making him uncomfortable. Another thing to add to her notebook ask about preserum!

"We grew up together. When we were kids he saw me getting beat up out on the street. I used to be sick all the time and in proportion to that very skinny. Bucky was at least a head taller than me then, which never changed until the serum. He yelled at the other children to hit someone their own size. His parents worked really hard every day, so while we got older we stuck together like siblings, especially after my mother died. He offered to take me in. I was already in my own flat then. Although he also worked very hard every day, he took care of me when I got sick again. He would use his earned money to buy me medicine instead of saving it. Those were very different times. When I felt good I would take out the newspaper around the block we lived and if I was sick again Bucky would do it after work. For a long time it seemed as though all I ever did became a rescue mission for him. Anything I wanted to do. He just cared too much. We had some good fights about that when the war broke out." He reminisced with a small smile. These memories still made him happy. She noted down the most important things, when she raised her head to look at him he was watching her.

"What?" she smiled back at him settling her notebook comfortable on her knee.

"You bite your lip, when you are concentrating." Adorable.. His thoughts flooded her mind. Blushing she huffed, but then decided to just laugh it off. So she gave him a big smile. "I know, but we are talking about you now." Winking she searched his face for escaping behaviour.

"What was it like for you to be cared for so much back then?" She went to grab her coffee, when his hand shot out. As if a volcano exploded the hot, brown liquid spread out to conquer the table, the notes and the sandwiches.
"Oh no, I am so sorry!" he grabbed a packet of tissues and started wiping up the mess. His cheeks flared up in a cute shade of red and laughed as he threw the messy tissues in the bin. Emma quickly grabbed the plate of sandwiches before it would be made an island and watched the good coffee go to waste. Preoccupied with wiping down the table and saving her notes time flew by again. When the table was once again dry, he glanced at his watch and smirked. "Hours over, doctor. See you tomorrow" With a grin he stood up and promptly left.

Oh for god's sake, this has to be a joke. A very cruel one. Rogers had sacrificed her coffee for his secrets. If the public gathered how "Captain America" really was they would be ashamed. Very ashamed. Why did no one tell her that Rogers was so sneaky?

After working on what she found out about both clients she shortened her three page long report, as there would be no lying to Fury anyway.

Patient Barnes

Mr. Barnes reacts violently towards the mentioning of Mr. Rogers. Memories and identification of names and faces are confused.
Agent Carter seems to have a calming effect on Mr. Barnes. Also I am concerned about Mr. Barnes' living quarters. His appearance lacks the approach of soap.

Patient Rogers

Mr. Rogers is keen on keeping his secrets to himself and on interrupting my appointments. Yet he seems to have more problems with the behaviour of others towards him, than actually having troubles with his persona.

If Rogers talks about his past and Mr. Barnes, then one can use this information on Mr. Barnes. If Mr. Barnes can be calmed enough about Mr. Rogers it might be wise to council them together.

With kind regards,
Emma Frost

Packing her bag with the notes she had made and the folder about Barnes, she wandered off downstairs and out of the building. Hopefully now there would be a chance for a coffee. The office given to her by Shield was very nice, spacious, light, comfortable, but she still felt better working outside or at home. Finally getting a warm coffee, she allowed herself a bagel and also that chocolate muffin she had been eyeing at breakfast time. Taking her food and caffeine, she walked the short distance towards the park and sat down on the grass. First things first, the coffee had to be protected. Taking a sip from the hot liquid was hot pleasure running down her throat. She enjoyed her coffee and food, when she saw a familiar face jog by. The third time. He was probably cheating. Not even Captain America is that fast. Starting to reread the files she could not help glancing up every few minutes to see if he came back again.
She was being followed by this blonde. Emma was more than sure of it. This could not be another coincident.

A familiar sound of her mobile ringing in her bag tore her attention from watching out for Captain Joggers. Excitedly she swiped the screen to take the call.
"Scott! You called! Finally!" happily she started to tug at her blouse. Scott made her nervous. Even on the phone. Yet the happy feelings soon took a titanic course.

"Ems, sorry, that I didn't call. Listen. I won't be coming to see you next weekend. I think it would be better if this is the end of our relationship." His voice sounded gruff and cold. Nothing like the man she knew and loved. Nothing like the man she left at home.

"Scott, no, don't do this. Please, we can manage this. We managed everything up until now..!" Down the line she heard an annoyed sigh.

"Good bye, Emma." The steady tooting of the hung up line sounded loudly into her ears. Tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe it. This could not be happening. Scott was her life. Emma had her whole future planned out on Scott. Grabbing her bag, she ran from the park as fast as she could. Her clouded vision, never saw the grin turn to concern. A teasing smile turning to confusion and worry.

Author's Note:

Well I hope you now have a little time for a little comment on what you thought about it

Also there is a vacancy for a beta reader, if anyone can be bothered to put up with me, haha

SK