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Chapter Two

Steve leads Fury into the hall before flipping around to face him. "Who is she?"

"Were you and Agent Carter intimate?" Fury asks, his face not wavering.

Steve flushes a little. "That's none of your business."

"Trust me, Captain, it is."

Steve releases a breath. "Only once. Before I went after Red Skull."

Fury's head moves to the side, where the bathroom is. "Sometimes once is enough."

Steve turns to stare at the bathroom door, vaguely able to hear some muffled noises on the other side. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, his face blank as he thinks. "How long?" He asks quietly, not looking away from the door.

"Sara is seventeen. Our files say she was taken on her birthday and put on ice." Steve looks over and meet's Fury's serious gaze. "We don't know the details."

Which means she has to trust him in order for him to find out. He nods absently, his eyes far away.

"It's up to you what happens to her." Fury says calmly.

"I'll take her," Steve says instantly.

Fury nods. "I had a feeling you would say that. If she becomes a problem, call me."

Steve nods, unsure why she would be a problem. Now he has to find a new apartment, and put her in school, and update her about everything that's happened…

He slowly pulls out his phone and presses the button. "Natasha, I need a favor…"

I splash some cold water on my face, praying that this is just a really bad nightmare and that in a few minutes Uncle Howard will wake me up and show me whatever prank he pulled on me. I eye myself in the mirror nervously, wishing I understood. Mom's right; I have her long dark curls, a small cowlick from my father, as well as his blue eyes. She says I got a lot from him, but I highly doubt it. I never knew him to have gained something from him.

Forcing a deep breath, I open the door slowly and step into the hall, my eyes instantly landing on Steve as he leans against the wall with crossed arms.

"He told you," I say quietly. He nods once, still studying me, and I force another breath. "I assume I'm going with you?"

He nods again. "Do you want to try again?" He asks, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone with no attachment to me whatsoever.

I shake my head quickly. "No."

His lips thin a little, his eyes clearly disappointed, but I just move towards where I remember the elevator to be without looking back. I can hear him move so he's behind me, and I press the button for the first floor.

"This elevator looks different," I mutter quietly.

"A lot has changed." Steve says, stepping inside the shiny box.

"I keep hearing that," I say blandly. "How are you alive?"

Steve pauses. "The serum kept me alive. I don't know how to explain it."

I purse my lips and look away, letting my hair hide my face. "You left."

"I didn't know," He says gently.

I shake my head, not caring. My father should not be alive after forcing Mom and I to struggle and live off of Howard's money.

"You know you can trust me," He adds, eyes boring into me. I flip more hair in front of my face, not answering, and he sighs wearily. The moment the doors open I quickly dart out into the hall. "Our ride should be outside- I didn't think you'd want to be on the back of a motorcycle after everything else."

Smart. "Who's picking us up?" I ask curiously.

"A friend," He opens the door for me, and a shiny black… what I think is a car… rolls a window down, revealing a beautiful woman with blue-green eyes and fiery red hair.

"Anyone know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil," She smirks, raising an eyebrow at Steve.

"That's hilarious." Steve deadpans. "Hasn't gotten old at all from the other hundred times you've said it."

She smiles, tilting her head. "Is this her?" She asks, her eyes moving to me.

Steve rests a cautious hand on the back of my shoulder. "Sara, this is Natasha. She's a friend."

I study her carefully. "You fight together. Are you military?"

She offers a half smile. "He didn't tell you?"

I glance at him from the corner of my eye, catching his slight wince. "I found her today, Nat."

"You should have warned her," She deadpans. "Sit up front with me, kid. I'll sum it up before we get there."

"Get where?" I ask, not moving.

She smirks. "Avengers tower."

"Not yet," Steve says firmly. "I still have to explain everything that's happened."

Natasha nods once. "Fine. But that adds more to the deal."

Steve sighs, shutting his eyes. "What do you want?"

"I help you teach her," She says.

He frowns at her. "That's it?"

"Take it or leave it, Rogers."

"You don't want anything else?"

"Keep it up and I won't help you with anything else."

"Fine," Steve says irritably. "But I ride shotgun."

"Deal. Door's unlocked."

He rests a hand at my back and opens the door for me. "Where are your things?"

"I don't have anything. Someone dropped these off." I slip inside, blinking at all of the lights and buttons. "What is this thing?"

"A car." Natasha says, turning to look at me. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen,"

She frowns. "You shouldn't have been iced so young."

"Government didn't give me much of a choice."

"The government did this?" Natasha asks, her grip tightening.

"HYDRA wasn't there to do it."

Steve finishes clicking in seatbelt before turning to me. "Do you know why they took you?"

I shake my head. "I have an idea, but nothing confirmed. Not that it would matter."

"Good news, Sara. One of the many changes to the world happens to be women's rights."

I blink. "Does that mean I can keep wearing these?" I ask hopefully.

I can see Natasha smile from the front seat. "Definitely. Do you prefer pants?"

"Let's just say most people thought Mom had a son she never talked about because she kept buying me trousers."

Steve turns to look at me. "I know where to get those if you want to go slow."

I blink, surprised. "You'd let me?"

"He's learned a lot since he woke up," Natasha says calmly. "As long as you're willing, we'll both help you."

I bite my lip nervously. I can't go back, and this doesn't mean I forgive him… "Ok."