Ok, so I just want to say 'thank you!' to all of you who have favorited and/or reviewed my one-shot "Stacey". Because of all of the amazing feedback I have gotten on the short story, i have decided to write a story loosely based off of it. I want to appologize in advance for any spelling errors I may make since I currently do not have a writing program with spell check. Enjoy! ~ RachaelPuffinFace :)

The Avengers, Steve and pretty much anything other than my character belong to Marvel.

Preface

After the invasion, after the whole world (or at least the majority of New York) had been thrown into chaos, he had only wanted to go out and see the world. He only wanted to find some familiarities between everything he had ever known and the current world, current time, he had been thrown into. However, he hadn't been expecting the aching hole he had easily filled with the distraction of the end of the world to suddenly re-open with a vengence.

He missed his own time. He missed his friends, the familiar sights and sounds. He missed Peggy...

These thoughts haunted him day and night, constantly forcing him to realize he didn't belong here. He always managed to keep these thoughts at bay, at least for a little while, but he knew they were right. He was stuck in the past while the whole world continued spinning around him and honestly, it was more than he could handle. Seventy years was a long time to sleep but at least he wasn't really alone. He had the Avengers and clung to whatever little comfort this could offer him.

He had long ago given up on his plan to see the world and moved into Stark Tower, along with the other Avengers. This arangement had been made out of convenience rather than any real want to be closer together but it worked out perfectly fine for him. For him it created the illusion of belonging and that's really what he needed.

This didn't, however, keep him from being restless. He rarely slept these days and when he did it was only to be plagued by nightmares from the crash and everything he had left behind. He always dreamed of leaving Peggy behind. This caused him to spend most of his time in the gym, taking all of his frustration out on poor punching bags, but even this offered little consolation. Since hitting things did little to calm him he took to walks and generally just wandering around aimlessly.

This was how he found her, how he finally began to heal. This was how he had met the baker's daughter.

Sorry its short, this is just some background. First official chapter may be out later today unless I get preoccupied.