On the other side of the world in a small tribe in Tanzania, was a woman chasing children around an open field.

"Miss Cece! Come catch me!" a young boy yelled, running in the opposite direction.

Despite having been at this game for well over thirty minutes in the hot humid weather, Cecelia managed to keep a smile on her face as she ran around, trying to keep up with the children's endless energy.

It wasn't often that she could act in such a carefree manner. Usually, she had to stay alert and on her toes to make sure her secrets were protected. She could never stay in one place for too long without gaining suspicion of how people around her, who were on the previously sick, were now magically healed. This is why she liked to travel among the small villages because word of her existence never went far. Also, it wasn't like the people she was helping out here were going to go out and tell others of the mysterious woman. Not like when she decided to visit Russia. As soon as she helped rid a 73-year-old man of a brain aneurysm that hadn't ruptured yet, word of her had spread throughout the country within 72 hours.

She was lucky to have been in this village for the last three weeks. By this point in time, she had already helped anyone who needed and wanted it. She was set to leave the following morning to the next village but did allow herself one final day to just enjoy life.

Arms wrapped around her shoulders, making her realize that she had stopped running around and was standing stationary, eyes mindlessly looking at the grassy plains. She glanced down to see that it was Michael, her older brother that traveled with her as her "protection". Her parents were nervous to have her going out by herself, but when her ex-marine brother offered to accompany her, they were less worried about her getting into trouble.

A quick glance around made her realize that the children that had been out there were now gone. Just how long have I been lost in my thoughts, she thought idly to herself.

"Just a heads up that a quinjet is arriving," Michael told her, pointing to the east. "I haven't told you because I wanted it to be a surprise, but an old friend is paying a visit." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at her. Unlike her, he was tanned from hours of being out in the sun, day in and day out. For her, it didn't matter how much time she spent out in the sun, she would always ridiculously pale (or at least in her mind). Michael also had a good 6 inches on her own 5'3 stature. His dark red hair was cut in the standard military fashion whereas hers, when free, hung in curls of deep red, down to the middle of her back. However, she usually had it tied up in a messy top-knot to keep it out of her face. Also similar to Michael were her deep green eyes that often reminded her of emeralds. Those eyes were usually the first thing people noticed about them.

"I wonder who it is," she thought out loud, stepping away from her brothers embrace, lifting her arm to shield her eyes from the powerful winds that came off from the jet as it touched down on the ground. Of course, she had a guess as to who was on the jet because not many people had access to that kind of aircraft, but she wasn't one to assume things.

As soon as the engine were powered down, Cece stepped forward, her brother shadowing her, to greet the pair of men who were climbing out of the back.

When Cece's eyes fell on a familiar figure, she couldn't help but run up for him, launching herself into his arms. Bucky, having expected this reaction from the eccentric woman, was quick to catch her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Well, as I live and breathe! Sergeant Barnes, it's great to see you!"

Bucky pulled away, scowling at the word sergeant, releasing the woman to allow her to slide back to the ground. "Doctor Thompson, you know you should call me Bucky."

Though his face showed he was mildly irritated with her antics, she knew it was nothing but a show for the tall…strong…handso-

Cece shook her head, trying to rid it of the thoughts she was having about Bucky's best friend. Though she had never met Steve Rogers before, she knew of him from Bucky's stories. She also knew better than to judge the first impression of someone on their physical appearance, especially when she looks a mess half the time herself. She knew she was supposed to judge based on character, but damn if this man wasn't carved by God himself.

"Sergeant Bucky, you know to call me Cece," she sassed right back, giving Michael a wink when he scoffed at her, used to her teasing ways. Her eyes trailed back to the blond man, offering him a welcoming smile. "You must be Steve Rogers."

The man blushed when she acknowledged him, not knowing what to expect when meeting this woman and was clearly surprised at how… bold this woman was. He would have never guessed that someone could act so casual around himself and the Winter Soldier. Most people were intimidated by their presence alone. But this woman, she acted informally around them…and it was refreshing.

Bucky threw an elbow into Steve's ribs, causing him to grunt on impact. That's when Steve realized that he was staring and the woman was holding her hand out for him to take. He quickly grabbed her small and in his own, shaking it earnestly, blushing as he did so. "Dr. Cecelia," he acknowledged with a nod of his head. The man that stood close behind her was watching him with calculating eyes and a small glare. He cleared his throat making Steve realize that he was still holding onto the woman's hand, which he promptly let go of, his hand immediately going to rub the back of his neck in a nervous manner.

Bucky was watching the interaction with amusement. To him, it would never get old seeing Steve get flustered over a pretty dame. Reminded him of a different time. "Steve, this guy hovering behind Cece is her elder brother, Michael Thompson. He's ex-military like us."

Michael grunted when Bucky introduced him, forcing himself to keep a smile off of his face. On the inside, he was secretly fangirling over meeting the Captain America who had been his favorite hero since he was and saw his first Captain America cartoon.

Cece, knowing this, smirked over her shoulder at him, causing him to scowl at her. In turn, she smiled sweetly at him before turning her attention to the two newcomers. "Well, I don't know about y'all, but I could use a drink to cool down from this humidity. Then you," she directed her gaze to Bucky, "can tell me what brings you here."

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