EDIT: Thank you so much to MF 22 for informing me that government officials in Iran are more likely to be speaking Farsi, or Persian, than Arabic. Sorry for the mistake! I won't make the same one again!

Soon a black car pulled up at the curb and a figure that was familiar to Steve got out. Natasha Romanoff rounded the vehicle and smacked the girl on the head, "You idiot! What the hell were you thinking, walking around without your suit, they could've killed you!"

The blonde ducked to avoid another slap, "Hey Tash, calm down. They can't kill me, remember? I'm bulletproof most of the time. Now c'mon, I want to get these two back to S.H.I.E.L.D. so I can have a chat with them."

At that, Steve saw the still conscious man, the one Lillian had shot, flinch.

She noticed and sighed. "Glad to know they still feed them tales of their super soldier that got away," she muttered. She picked the man up off the ground and punched him in the face to knock him out.

They all got into the car, Lillian tossing the KGB men into the trunk after wrapping the leg of the man she had shot in a gauze bandage. After all, she didn't think Tash wanted blood all over the inside of her car.

"'Super soldier that got away'?" Steve asked once they were on their way.

She nodded, sighing. "When I was a child, oh so long ago, I lived on the streets of Moscow. I don't remember my family or my home. At that time, the KGB had a program running in secret where they would take homeless children and experiment on them, and I was taken at age seven. Two years later I was the only surviving KGB experiment, and as far as anyone knows I still am. I'm faster, stronger, and smarter than the average human. I bleed slowly and heal quickly, and a gunshot wound heals in two and a half hours. My sense are heightened and I have a few... unusual abilities."

Steve cocked his head like a puppy, and looked at her curiously. "What sort of abilities?"

She shook her head, "Later. I have to tell Nick that you know about me."

After arriving at S.H.I.E.L.D., Lillian handed the men off to the waiting agents. "Take them to separate holding cells. I don't want them able to breathe the same air let alone communicate, got it? Oh and get a few interrogation rooms ready for me."

The two agents nodded, "Yes ma'am."

Turning to the elevator she was stopped by Steve grabbing her by the arm. "What was that?" he asked her suspiciously. "Who are you?"

"Lilian Rosseau, I told you. You have to wait for the rest of the story until we get to Nick's, pardon, Director Fury's office. I don't need all of S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing everything about me. Some people are terrible gossips." She seemed to direct this at someone in particular, a girl that was making her way over to the trio, a backpack on her back. Despite Lilian's glare, her words held no real malice and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

This girl had very short black hair and eyes as blue as Captain America's suit that had lit up when she saw Lilian. She stood about six inches shorter than Lilian's 5'10". After less than a second of hesitation, she jumped onto the taller female and attempted to strangle her in a hug. "Hey Lil, you didn't tell me where you left my jacket yesterday."

"Oh sorry Liv, I put it in my desk so it wouldn't get taken after I left." Lilian detached the smaller woman from her person and laughed. "We still meeting for lunch later?"

"I can only get a long enough break if you help me out on a negotiations conference call to Iran. My Farsi is a little rusty."

The blonde scrunched up her nose as she considered it.

"Please?" Drat, the smaller woman pulled the puppy eyes. Lilian had never been able to resist those.

She sighed. "Alright, send me the info and I'll be there."

Her friend squealed, "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you! See you later!" She ran off.

"Send me the details!" Lilian called after her.

"Бабенка, the Director is waiting," Natasha called from beside the elevator. "Come on."

"Coming сестренка," she replied. "Come on, Steve."

Steve followed the two women into the elevator and then into Fury's office.

Translations:

Бабенка - bird, Lilian's nickname given to her by Natasha

сестренка - little sister, one of Natasha's nicknames, the other being Tash/a and Nat