** Author's Note & Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel Universe nor any of their characters/settings/ideas. I use their characters for my own amusement, (and hopefully my readers' amusement too) and have no intention of claiming them as my own. I do, however, own my character, Agent Senna Liddell (the character was only labeled as SHEILD Agent in the movie, so there isn't any legal trespassing there), so please don't use her without my permission. Thank you. Also, I am not very familiar with the Marvel Universe, just the movies mainly, so please don't be too harsh on me if the characters aren't exactly as they are in the comics.
This picks up at the very end of the Captain America movie, when Steve wakes up and discovers that he's in a different time because of the baseball game being played on the radio. The red-headed agent now has a name, background, and three-dimensional-ness as my OC. Without further ado, here is the story.
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Senna was unable to calm the Captain down once he has figured out his surroundings weren't real. She called in the code and hoped someone would get to him before her hurt himself. She too decided to run after him, seeing Fury running a head of her. Her red curls bounced as her black pumps clicked on the concrete of New York City. Her hand came up to block out the sun from her blue eyes. She really hoped the Captain hadn't run into traffic and got himself hit by a car or something bigger. Not that he couldn't take it the way he was built, but panic and confusion could add insult to injury and the final work up on the Captain hadn't been done yet, so there wasn't a final say on how his system recovered from the thaw.
When things were back under control, Senna was going to kill the agent who suggested they play that particular broadcast. He had one job! One stupid job, and he fucked it all up! History expert her ass. He single handedly screwed up the entire operation. What mattered now, as Senna came upon the scene of Fury breaking the news to the Captain, was that he was unharmed and his assimilation into the modern world had just been greatly sped up.
Taking an unsaid cue, Senna stepped next to Fury and put a hand out for the Captain to take. She didn't fully know why she did it, but it felt like the right thing to do. The man was lost and confused, and sometimes a comforting hand can make a big difference. Her job hadn't changed, it had just become a bit harder now that the cat was out of the 70 year old bag, but she was still to help Captain Steve Rogers learn about the current time.
"Here," Senna told him, holding her hand out to him, palm up. "I'm sorry about earlier, but I can help you. I'm agent Senna Liddell. Let me help you understand this place." Her voice was soft but assuring. Fury looked at her then back at the Captain. "Go with her," he ordered a bit harshly, causing Senna to give him a look behind his back.
"Do I have a choice?" asked the Captain.
"No," was Fury's last word before turning around and heading back to base.
Senna huffed at the whole situation. Seriously going to kick that agent's ass for causing all this. Turning back to the Captain, Senna softened her face, her hand still out for him to take. "No, but thank you," Steve replied, placing his hand on Senna's arm to move it down. "Just show me back to that place please." he was clearly annoyed at the situation but still polite.
"Sure," Senna replied with a nod. "This way."
The other agents had already started to dissipate, blending into the scenery as many headed back to base. The crowd of spectators was breaking up as well, many simply assuming the whole thing was some kind of New York style, off Broadway spectacle. It was New York City, after all. Strange shit happened a lot in New York City. People get used to it after a while.
Senna was trying to think of something to say, some kind of small talk to fill the awkward, silent walk back. "So, that game, did you really go to it?"
"What?" he asked, looking down at her as they walked back into the building.
"The baseball game, playing in there. You said you saw it in person. Was it a good game?" she asked, a simple hand gesture on her part to show where the room within a room was.
"Yeah. It wasn't too bad," he replied, his expression telling Senna that he didn't mind the conversation. "I apologize again for you having to find out this way. The original plan was to break the news to you after a little bit of time. Introduce you to things gradually, so it wouldn't such a sharp shock. But some idiot had to screw up which broadcast to play..."
"No," Steve interrupted. "I'm sorry for cutting you off, but this is actually better than lying to me for however long. I'd rather know now. Even though I don't like it." He looked around the big room, his eyes pondering over the monitoring equipment, cameras, and such. Senna's heart started to ache for him. She had become familiar with his file while the scientists worked on waking him up from the frozen state he was in. It seemed he had a love interest, a British officer by the name of Peggy Carter. For her own research, Senna had looked up what became of this women. She wanted to make sure she was ready for any question that the Captain could throw at her. She didn't want to stumble on her answers. He deserved more respect than that.
"Well, now that you're up, I know the medical staff need to check a few things out. So if you would please go back into that room," Senna instructed, "And I will bring you anything you need and answer any questions you have." "Thank you. Um.. water please?" Steve asked, walking back into the 1940's made-up room, where a small team of medical staff was already waiting.
"Sure thing," Senna replied with a smile.
