"I just don't understand why we have to do all this additional stuff." Louise says with a flourish of her hands. The short lady, most likely in her late sixties, stands up from the table while rolling her eyes at her co-workers. The co-workers in question remain seated, taking the verbal berating from Louise. They were used to it at this point, the two of them had recently been hired and ever since their first day Louise, whose job title they still weren't sure of, had been less than thrilled with their presence. "If people aren't coming here then they obviously don't want to and why would we want to attract people who don't want to be here?"

"Because, if we don't attract new visitors, then the site won't survive." Wilhelmina Violette Descoteaux (but she preferred Mina) recites for what felt like the hundredth time. The older woman scoffs at the notion. "It's notoriety alone won't help it survive. Plus, with the events that took place last year here— "

"This is the childhood home of Steve Rogers." Louise says. She pauses, as if that statement alone was going to convince Anna, the other half of the duo Louise was all but yelling at, and Mina. When they continue to just stare at her, she continues with the same tired, argument. "No one in their right mind would shut down- "

"This isn't our decision Louise." Anna finally cuts the woman off. Mina had noted in the few months that they had worked together that Anna had a shorter tolerance than she had. Anna was much quicker to shut Louise down than Mina was. Louise starts to say something but Anna continues. "The board of directors hired Mina and I to do a job: help bring in a larger audience. We both went to school for this, we know how to do this. And, we are doing all of this for the benefit of the site."

"We aren't pulling down the integrity of the site or the character of Steve Rogers." Mina adds. She was the historian of the two, Anna was the marketing and public relations person. "Everything we are proposing is only furthering the mission statement of the site…which I'm under the impression you helped write?"

Mina arches an eyebrow at the older woman as Anna does the same. Some words are muttered under Louise's breath as she grabs the proposed strategic plan and exits the room. Mina and Anna both let out exaggerated sighs, sinking down in their chairs once the door is shut. "Only three years, only three years…" Anna mutters as she rubs at her temples.

To Anna, this job was just temporary, a stepping stone to bigger and better things. For Mina, she wasn't sure what being the Curator of Education at the Steve Rogers Childhood Home Historic Site was to her. She would like to think it was just temporary, however she also knew that if she ended up falling in love with the site and her work it would be hard to leave. When she applied, the board practically begged her to accept the job. It turns out, not many people wanted to work at a small apartment in Brooklyn. Mina suspected though it had a lot to do with Louise. "Or, she may leave before your three-year deadline." Mina muses as she stands, gathering her own things.

"No, she's immortal." Anna says with a shake of her head. The seriousness in her tone makes Mina laugh, but she continues. "She's like…isn't that Thor guy immortal? She's probably from wherever he is from. She'll be here forever—I'm telling you…"

"Regardless, you won't be." Mina says, shouldering her worn leather messenger bag. "In three years' time, you'll be a P.R. big shot for…oh, I don't know…some big-shot company. Not stuck here in Brooklyn, trying to get parents to bring their children to 'Decorate Your Own Shield Day'."

"Hey now— "Anna says, lightly tapping Mina's shoulder. "'Decorate Your Own Shield Day' is a really cool idea…I wanna make my own shield."

Mina smiles tightly at Anna as they exit the small conference room. The headquarters for the staff of the site was actually a few doors down from the site. The space consisted of offices for Mina, Anna, and Louise, a small conference room, and a break room. It was small, but it worked well enough for Mina and Anna…Louise complained about that as well. They each stop in their own office, Louise either gone for the day or shut up in her own office, before heading to the exit together. "How about when that event rolls around we'll just spend a day making prototypes to show the kids?"

"Now that is what I'm talking about. Oh, hey, I just realized you didn't complain about getting to work this morning. Finally figure out the subway?" Anna says. Mina rolls her eyes as the two start down the stairs. Anna, being a native New Yorker born and raised in Hell's Kitchen, found it extremely entertaining listening to Mina, born and raised in St. Louis, complain about adjusting to the city. She tells her that she has finally figured out the subway. "Good…because I mean honestly, it's not like you have that far to go anyway. You were lucky enough to find a place to live her in Brooklyn…a decent place as well."

"That is true. Thank god for Molly's real estate parents." Mina's roommate, Molly, was a friend from college. Both women had gotten jobs in New York City, though Molly was working at the Museum of Modern Art. When they were looking for places to live in the city, Molly's parents had used their real estate clout and found them a two-bedroom apartment on Montrose Ave in Brooklyn. The place was nearly halfway between both Mina and Molly's workplaces; it couldn't have been more perfect. Once Anna and Molly are outside, the two of them bid each other goodbye before heading off in opposite directions. After the near forty-minute commute (Mina had at first balked at the time for the commute when she first started, but now didn't mind it), she finally reaches home. Molly had arrived before her, like always, and had also started dinner. "I thought it was my night to make dinner?" Mina inquires as she stands in the entryway to the kitchen.

Molly forcefully chops at a head of broccoli, furrowing her brow. Instantly Mina understands the change in schedule. Molly was an "anger-cooker" as she referred to herself; when she was angry, she liked to cook her frustrations out. "This…fuddy-duddy old…bat, yeah, she's an old bat— "The red head starts ripping the florets away from the main stalk of the broccoli. "This old bat had the nerve to yell at me about a semi-nude painting that was hung the other day! She yelled at me, because I just happened to be standing there, because she said it isn't appropriate for children. You can only see one nipple for cryin' out loud!"

Mina presses her fingers to her lips to hold back her laughter. She felt bad and was also annoyed at what had happened to her friend, but she always found Molly comical when she got angry about this sort of thing. Ever since the new Disney princess movie came out, Mina swore up and down that Molly resembled Merida; Molly denied the resemblance except when little girls would ask her if she was the Disney princess. So, to see the red head angrily breaking apart broccoli always made Mina laugh. "Nipples can be quite scandalous, you know."

"It was like half a nipple…if that!" she exclaims as she all but throws the broccoli onto a tinfoil lined pan. Molly waves a hand in the air, trying to calm herself down. "Anyway…after that it just seemed like everyone had something to gripe at me about. So, you are getting salmon with broccoli and rice tonight."

"Well, I'm sorry that you had a bad day…but I'm not going to complain about the dinner choice." Mina says. With a wave of her fingers she leaves the kitchen to head to her bedroom. After putting her bags in their rightful place and changing out of her work clothes, she heads out to the living room to turn on the news. Before she can turn on the local news channel though, her cell phone rings out through the apartment from where she had left it in her bedroom. She barely makes it to the phone in time.

"Mina," the booming voice of Derek Overland, president of the board of directors at her site, greets her after she answers. "I hope I'm not disturbing your evening?"

"Oh, no Mr. Overland," she says, trying not to sound breathless after sprinting to the phone. "Not at all. Just got home as a matter of fact."

"Working late, huh? Louise mentioned that once." Mina knew Derek most likely meant that Louise complained about it once…but she bites her tongue. "Anyway, I don't want to take up too much of your evening so I am going to get right to the point. You heard that the Smithsonian is doing an exhibit on Captain Rogers?" Mina tells him that she had, but leaves out the part that she was already looking at ticket prices to go see it. "Well, I have set up a meeting for you to go talk with their head researcher on the project. Swap information with them, see if they can't learn from us and us learn from them. Maybe even set up some sort of cross promotional deal?"

"Oh, wow." Mina says. She sits down in the chair to her desk. That was a tall order that he was asking of her. "That sounds…that sounds like a wonderful opportunity— "

"Don't thank me yet, because I'm about to sweeten the deal." He cuts her off. Mina's eyebrows furrow together, wondering what he meant. She already figured he would be financing this trip. Overland was one of her biggest supporters, one of the loudest voices in supporting hiring her. When she was debating on whether to take the job of not, he added a relocation incentive to get her from St. Louis to New York. "You already know this but my dad was military man…was actually saved by Captain Rogers once." It was true, Mina had heard this story at least a million and one times. "Anyways, he went on to work for the S.S.R and then S.H.I.E.L.D. So, I pulled some strings, called up a few of my dad's old friends and I got you an interview Captain Rogers himself."

A pause settles between the two; the news doesn't register in Mina's mind at first. "I'm sorry…wait, what?" Slowly the revelation was sinking in. "I'm—I'm meeting…Steve Rogers—Captain America…I'm meeting— "

"Yes, you are!" Overland was as excited as Mina should have been, but she was still in too much shock. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to join you…have some investors coming in from Spain that day…but I am confident that you will represent the site and our organization well."

"Mr. Overland…wow, I don't-wow." Finally, the shock wears off and Mina can form coherent sentences. "Thank you, sir, this will be…this will be amazing for the site." The two go over her travel information, Overland had booked for her to leave on Tuesday, the next day, in the evening and return at the end of the week. Once all the details had been settled Mina ends the phone call, setting her phone back down in its charging spot.

When she walks back into the kitchen, Molly gives her a mildly beset stare. "You look like you've seen a ghost…what was that call about?"

Mina almost numbly sits down at the small dining table and chairs they had in the kitchen, acting as their dining room. She looks up at her friend, who had turned to watch her. Mina was pretty good about keeping her wits, she got easily excited or shocked by things but she was good about keeping a neutral demeanor. Seeing her friend in an almost zombie like state had Molly worried. "I, um…" Mina finally says. "I'm meeting Captain America— "