Well I'm on a roll today! I'm having way too much fun adding in more dialogue and scenes...

Dedicated to Kyla, who cries when she's irritated and word vomits when she's nervous

CHAPTER TWO

Sharon leaned on the table as she watched her best friend verbally spar with her half-brother. She had to admit to herself that if they weren't related, she would totally do Tony. But her friendship with Angel meant too much to her so she put the thought out of her head.

She got bored with their fighting quickly and turned around and looked at the other team members, "Any of you mind escorting me to my room? I don't want to get lost again."

The team members looked at each other, a lot of them seemed befuddled. If these are Earth's mightiest heroes than they must have an excellent PR rep, they all look confused as fuck… Sharon thought to herself. She'd heard stories about the Avengers and had happily listened to Angel and she would complain about Tony's antics and the danger he would put himself in fighting alongside his team.

One of them stood up and walked over to her, he was tall and dressed in SHEILD uniform. Wow he's hot Sharon thought, feeling herself heat up a bit as he came over. He held a hand to shake, "I'm Agent Barton, I'd be glad to show you around." He said with a friendly smile, "I'll even help you fight off those stairs if they come at you again."

Sharon smiled, "Well aren't you a night in shining armor?" She shook his hand, "Sharon Carver, friend of the little sis over there."

"Yeah… I don't think we saw that coming…" Agent Barton said, looking over at the siblings who seemed to be in the middle of a yelling match.

"I could tell. You all looked a little confused." She said with a chuckle. She turned to look at the Starks, who seemed to be having a contest as to who could simultaneously yell and give the best insults at the same time, "I won't bother saying bye to Angel, she'll come find me when she loses her voice and then continue to bitch."

Clint let out another laugh, "sounds like a good friendship."

"One of the best," Sharon said with a lazy smile, "Once more into the fray?"

Clint looked at her oddly, not entirely understanding what she meant. Sharon rolled her eyes and gestured to the door, "Stair battles?"

"Oh right, this way," They walked out the room and down the corridor.

"So what is it exactly that you do? Energy research?" Barton asked, casually as they walked at a lazy pace that Sharon liked.

"I'm a Shakespeare major actually." She said matter-of-factly, looking around the place as they walked through corridors.

"Oh, so is your friend the scientist?"

"No, she's an art major."

It took Sharon a moment to notice that Barton had stopped walking and was looking at her with a confused expression. She stopped to and met his look with a confused one as well. "Need a rest agent?"

"Neither of you are scientists?" He asked.

"God no." Sharon shuddered. "I mean Angel likes biology, she almost became a nurse, but science and I are like oil and water. I hate it."

Barton seemed to look a little more confused, "So how did you pick up the signature."

Sharon paused a few moments before answering, "call it a feeling." She then turned around and started to walk again, "I think I see some stairs up ahead Agent Barton, I may need your fighting expertise." She smirked.

Barton smiled a little, masking his confusion and determination to figure out Fury's motive in bringing them to head the mission, "Knight in shining armor coming through."

"Admit it, you can't stand that I have the upper hand for once!"

"Not until you tell me why you're here and how you found that energy signature." Tony growled back. The two of them had been yelling at each other ever since Fury left the room. Angel hadn't noticed that Sharon had left; she was too busy fighting her brother.

"Forget it!" Angle exclaimed, "That'll give you the upper hand you want so you can boot me out of this. This is my mission and I'll handle it as I see fit!"

"Speaking of handling, where the hell is Happy? I thought he was watching over you!"

"Please, took me less than a week to lose him. Nice try idiot."

"He's there for your protection!"

"He's there to keep me from doing something to embarrass you! Well too bad Tony because you're looking pretty damn humiliated right now!"

Tony glared at his sister, she could see the gears in his head working to find a way to get her out of there. She stepped forward ready to punch him when she felt a hand gently grab her shoulder.

"Okay guys it's time to take a break." Angel turned and was met with a broad chest. She tilted her head up and found herself looking into the eyes of Captain America himself.

"Oh great, Howard's man crush," Angel said with a roll of her eyes. She felt her irritation grow exponentially for two reasons: first being that her fight had just been interrupted right when she was sure she had the upper hand; and second for the fact that the living reminder of Howard Stark was so damn attractive.

Angel could see the look in his eyes saying that he was confused but determined to keep the two from throwing punches at each other. She let out a frustrated breath and turned and walked out the room.

She didn't care that she didn't know the way to her room; all she needed was time to cool down. She knew walking into that room that Tony wasn't going to react well to her being there. She took glee from his bewildered reaction and the power she obviously had over him. Then he had to start yelling at her like she was a young teenager who'd snuck out in the middle of the night. She felt belittled and patronized, two feelings she always felt after talking to her brother.

"Hey wait up!" She heard behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see the Captain walking towards her. She kept walking, picking up her pace a little in her determination to find a space to be alone and calm down before finding Sharon to vent a little.

Much to her irritation, the Captain caught up to her easily and kept stride without so much as a heavy breath, "So you're Stark's daughter?" He asked.

"And you're Howard's BFF." She said with a little bite in her tone.

"BFF?" Steve asked, not familiar with the acronym.

"That's right, you're in the wrong century…" Angel said, wishing she could smack herself for callousness, "It means Best Friend Forever"

"I wouldn't necessarily call myself that… but I knew your father when he was… well.. younger." Captain seemed unsure of how to explain it.

"No need to explain, I know all about you and you're rude awakening in the future. I hope you're enjoying it a lot more than some of us are." She picked up her pace more, turning a corner sharply and staring straight ahead.

"Well it's certainly been interesting.." Captain muttered.

"If you'll excuse me Captain, I want to go get myself settled."

"Yeah I know, I just wanted to tell you that you're heading towards in the wrong direction…" He said. Angel stopped; she felt her face heat up a little bit and a few tears well up in her eyes. She closed her eyes and took a breath to calm down, but was annoyed when she felt a tear slide down her cheek.

She heard the Captain shift beside her, "I'm sorry your brother was being… difficult."

"You can say it Captain, he was an asshole." Angel said, quickly wiping the tear from her cheek and turning away before he could see more. He grabbed her shoulder and gently turned her back towards him.

"For what it's worth, I think you're the first person I've met to pull one over on him and embarrass him like that." He said with a kind smile.

Angel looked down and smiled too, "that does make me feel a little better…"

Captain squeezed her shoulder before letting go and straightening up, "Now I don't think you'll be wanting to visit the engine room. Will you allow me the honor of escorting you to your quarters?"

Angel blushed a little and smiled, "It would be a pleasure Captain." She said, turning around and going back the way they came.

"You know, I've always been determined to hate you," Angel said. Steve looked over at her with a confused expression.

"Why's that?"

"Eh, my dad idolized you, it got annoying after a while." Angel said with a shrug, not willing to admit out loud that Howard showed more affection for the comatose soldier than he did for either of his kids.

"So do you?"

"Do I what? Hate you?" Angel shook her head, "It's impossible to hate a guy with perfect morals."

"You think I have perfect morals?"

"Well from what I've heard of and seen so far, yeah I do," Angel said with a blush, urging herself to stop word vomiting all over the place. She looked over and saw he had a smile and was blushing.

"Happy to oblige, Ma'am," Steve said.

Angel playfully glared, "I hate being called Ma'am, makes me feel like an old lady."

Steve blushed again, "Sorry that's not what I meant, I was just being polite."

"How old do you think I am?"

"Not nearly as old as I am…" Steve muttered, coming to the realization that he was about as good with women now as he was back in WWII, which was not at all….

"I'll save you a struggle, call me Angel," She said, putting a hand out to shake.

"Well than Angel, call me Steve," He said, grabbing her hand and holding it, noticing immediately how strong her grip was and how soft her hand was.

"Yeah…" Angel said, "I'm just gonna call you Captain."

"Why's that?" Steve asked, feeling incredibly confused again.

"I have my reasons," Angel said, not having the heart to tell him that Steve was her least favorite name ever. With that she continued walking to Sharon's door that was just down the hall they turned on, "Talk to you later Captain!" She called out.

Steve stood there and looked after her, within the thirty minutes they had met and talked Angela Stark had successfully baffled and flustered him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to continue feeling that way again sometime in the near future.