WARNING: PLEASE READ PROXIMA:BEGINNINGS BEFORE YOU READ RHAPSODIES.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from Marvel, only my OC Angie.

(EDIT: SORRY FOR THE CHAPTER MESS-UP!)

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The daylight slowly broke across the sky, as I jogged down the path around the Reflecting Pool. All was silent except for crickets air was cool against my skin and my feet thudded against the ground. I came upon a man and shouted, "On your left," as I passed him. Soon after, I heard footfall approaching and heard the same as the man passed me. This went on for an hour until daylight had finally arrived and I sat down on a bench to catch my breath.

The man came up to me, "Man, you're fast."

I looked up to glare at him. "For a girl?"

"No, just surprised you could catch up." He chuckled. "Never seen you here before. New around here?"

I shook my head. "I've visited before, but I just moved here."

He laughed. "Either way, welcome to D.C."

"Thanks. Oh, I'm Angie Jarvis." I held out my hand.

He shook it. "Sam Wilson."

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Over the following weeks, we kept running into each other and became fast friends.

"Okay, Sam. Let's make a deal," I said stretching my arms. "Loser buys coffee."

He shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"Sweet."I crouched down. "Alright, on your mark, get set….GO!" and I took off.

"Cheater!" Sam yelled from behind me catching up.

I heard his feet approaching and I sped up. "Whatever, Wilson. Meet you at the tree!"

Halfway through the race he caught up and passed me. I pushed myself harder until I caught up, keeping up with him until I passed. As I approached the tree, awaiting my victory, I saw Sam out of the corner of my eye. He passed me and yelled, "On your left!" I reached the tree and laid down under it.

He chuckled as he stood over me, handing me some water. "You okay?"

"Perfectly….fine," I panted and took a sip. "Alright, a deal's a deal." I pulled my body up to lean against the tree. "Where to, Sammy?"

He looked at his phone. "Um,I think I'll have to raincheck that coffee date. I got to get to work"

"No problem." I blinked, "Wait, a date?"

His cheeks reddened. "Um, I mean...Uh..."

I laughed. "Dude, I was joking."

"Joking, right." He stuck his phone back in his pocket.

"Sounds great. I got some stuff I need to catch up on anyways." I reached a hand out for him to pull me up. "Three o'clock at McGee's?"

He grasped my hand, pulling me up. "You got it."

I started to walk away but stopped to look over my shoulder. "Oh, and Sam? Even if it was a date, I wouldn't mind." I turned away grinning and I jogged off.

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"Okay, my dear. Close your eyes and look within."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Colors, shapes...Coulson, no! Gasping for breath, I open my eyes. "I can't do this, Professor. Not again," I sobbed. "I can't feel him die again."

"Don't focus on death. Look for life." He smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Closing my eyes again, I searched and found it. Tony...Steve...Clint...Sam? My eyes fluttered open. Why Sam? I lifted my head to look at the Professor. "Why was he…"

"That's for you to figure out." He sat up and pushed his wheelchair back. "You always do."

I cocked my head. "Not really…."

He laughed. "Don't you have a date?"

My gaze jerked towards the clock. 2:58, CRAP! I frantically grabbed my things. "I'm sorry, Charlie. It was great seeing you again."

"Likewise, Angie." He wheeled himself behind me. "I can let myself out."

"You sure? Cause I can…"

"Angie, go."

I waived farewell and rushed off towards my car.

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My car squealed into the parking lot. I hopped out and ran in. My eyes darted across the room until I found him. "Sam! I am so sorry," I apologised as a sat down. "I got caught up and I…"

"Chill, no worries." He smiled. "What were you doing anyways?"

"Mostly research." I said as I pulled things out of my bag. "Then, I met up with my old professor. He was in town for some of the Senate stuff." I glance at him. "What 'bout you? How was work?"

He shrugged. "Same old, same old."

"Come on," I whined. "You gotta give me something."

"Unless you want to hear about the cute secretary again," He said quirking a brow, "then no."

I huffed in defeat. "Fine. Want the usual? Coffee, black with a blueberry muffin."

"You got it."

When I came back, Sam was on the phone.

"Look, Mom. It's just a couple of friends getting coffee. Nothing else, okay?" He sighed. "I'll call you back later. Bye." He clicked his phone shut and rested his elbows on the table and rubbed his forehead.

"You okay?" I asked, handing him his coffee.

He took a sip. "Just my mom. Trying to set me up again."

I nodded in understanding. "I got people who do that. Especially, my friend Logan."

"Sideburns?" He smirked.

"Yep. That one." I took a bite of my muffin. "Mainly, he tries to get me back together with my ex."

"What happened with him?"

"I met him through school and one of Tony's projects. We dated for a few years, then something happened and everything changed."

"How?"

I leaned back against my chair. "He got involved in something and I got hurt. At the time, we tried to fix things but the damage had been done. It took a very long time for me to heal from that."

"You ever try to date again?"

"A couple of times," I shook my head. "But not anything serious." I gulp down the last of my coffee and try to change the subject. "So, um, my uncle's moving here soon."

"Tony?"

"No way. He would rather die than be near the Senate again." I laughed. "It's another close friend. He got a job transfer over here."

"Can't wait to meet him." He smiled.

"Oh trust me.." i grinned. "You'll love him."

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Welcome, my lovelies, to the next chapter of the tale of Angie Jarvis.