Hey Y'all,

So I'm here again, second post within 24 hours. Well seeing at the first chapter was so short and not all that much going on I thought I'd get the second chapter out there for you.

I'm quite surprised that I even got any reviews for my first chapter, so a big shout out to MiKaBlackPoynter, Scooby Lady and MyKillJoyRomance for the reviews. Thank you, really appreciated it :)

Now to the story, let me know what you think of Maggie.

Now READ! ;)

Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. I'm just borrowing a few characters, for personal entertainment. No Copyright Intended.

CHAPTER II

"How long has he been out?"

Maggie looks away from the large man on the table, to another man, his largeness mainly around the girth. He uses his palm to push his glasses back to the bridge of his nose, before itching at his bead, the long course hairs that were quite impressive for a man in his early to mid-twenties.

"An hour… maybe a bit more. He was having a seizure…" She was unnervingly pacing back and forth the length of the table where the mysterious man was still safely unconscious. And when she said safely, she wasn't thinking of his safety. "Lasted about 10 minutes, he must have been in a lot of plan. Billy, I'm sorry. I didn't know where to go or what to do. Half of me was telling me to leave him there in the street, the other part telling me to take him to S.H.I.E.L.D, but it all seems to be compromised… I just… I didn't know who to trust and then I drove and somehow ended up here" Her voice was getting quicker and higher in pitch, before she felt a grip on her arm.

Looking to the small round man who attempted to calm her, she finally takes a breath.

"Well firstly, come down an octave or two. Then… help me get him to the basement. The last thing we need is my mother coming down" He offers a few steps of a plan, and for now she was happy to oblige, and the two of them set to work at getting him down the stairs.

"So you trust me?" Billy's lips quirk as we haul the man down into the basement. Rather than a basement, it was a whole Triskelion building fit into one small damp room.

With a flash of an eye roll, that was the only answer Maggie was willing to give, it was the only answer she needed to give.

Having securely settled him onto the make-shift hospital bed, Maggie adds a final touch of a pillow under his head. Despite the feeling she might be best using the pillow to smoother him she was willing to keep him alive a little while longer. At least to answer a few questions.

The two of them stare at each other for what felt like a millennium, neither sure of the actions they should take from here. No doubt both of their minds running away with them, as to the possibilities of who he was, what he was, what he was capable of, and also what of his agenda. In this world, the possibilities were endless. But Maggie knew of that mark on his arm. And after the tragedy of the day neither of their thoughts could deem to be melodramatic.

Among all of events she was laying witness too, Maggie couldn't ignore the fear for her sister, and suddenly recalls her phone. With both hands she begins to explore her pockets until the left lays claim to the small piece of technology.

"I have to make a call" She turns away from her friend and begins to rush up the stairs with a bewildered, and slightly frightened Billy calling after her.

"Hi, I'm unable to pick up the phone right now. You know what to do." BEEP…

"Answer your phone!" Maggie tears open the cupboard door and pulls out a glass, "For godsakes… just call me. I need to know you're okay." She throws her phone down upon the counter as though it was acid, before reminding her to take steady deep breaths. But how could she calm down? Right now the whole of Washington DC was pandemonium, she didn't know if her sister, her only living family, was dead or alive and to top it all off she might well be hoarding a weapon of mass destruction. And here she was hoping a glass of water might help.

Well at least it offered her a moment of solitude. And it was only meant to be a moment at that, for she hadn't the time to even get her breath or bearings together before there is a wary call from downstairs,

"Uh… Maggie. We have a problem"

And once again she is on the move. Back in the basement she sees Billy struggling with the body, the metal legs jingling with strain as the body writhers as another seizure takes claim.

Again this one seemed as long as the last, a lifetime passing by, wondering when he would stop, if the bed would give way, if he would wake up. And if so what would be greeting them?

The night moved slowly, five more voicemails were left, and two knives lay in arms reach of the two friends. Billy had taken up a seat at his computer system, delving into finding out what was going on. Maggie on the other hand had needed to find an escape for her overactive mind, and rummaged through the house looking for anything that might help tend to the mysterious man's injuries.

Billy seemed all set for any situation, one of the reasons she had come here in the first place. Restraining the guest upon the table only seemed like a wise thing to do, she couldn't see any negatives, apart from the leather straps not looking strong enough and that his real arm was so badly broken and dislocated she couldn't bind that limb. Why she set to attending to that first.

With scissors she was able to cut the clothing from him to reveal the severely injured arm that was covered in yellowing bruises. Well at least he could bruise. He was human.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Billy appears behind her, peering over her shoulder, watching her hands consciously feel at his arm. They might have sedated him, but neither of them was willing to feel too relaxed just yet.

"I think so. Yes" She corrects and whips the trickle of sweat that was accumulating in her eyebrow, "But I'm no surgeon, I don't have the tools to mend it properly. It's broken in three places as far as I can tell without x-ray. Only option I have is to try and reposition the bones and set it, and then hope for the best."

Billy finds himself nodding along slowly, "Or we could put him in your car and dump him in the nearest quarry"

"Or that" She agrees, with a small chime that resembled humour.

With Billy acting on her orders, they set to firstly relocating his shoulder. It wasn't much of a struggle being as she had done it many times before, not necessarily on people unconscious, and without the strength of the muscle to help, but they popped it back into place, before getting started on the broken bones.

By the end a discoloured Billy had vacated the room for a moment or two to attempt to settle his stomach and rid his memory of the sound of bone rubbing against bone.

She allowed herself a few moments of pride at her handy work. She hoped it would hurt him when he woke. She seemed to have already made her mind up on him. And yet here she was still fixing his cuts and bruises. She couldn't understand why she felt so obliged, she only knew that she did. Perhaps it was to do with the past, maybe even to feel useful. Whatever the reason, she was in the middle of the situation and only time would tell of what it would achieve.

Rinsing out her cloth in the sterile bath, she moves to take care of the abrasions to his head area. She still could not explain the causes of the seizures, nor to what triggered his pain. But something told her your average doctor wouldn't be able to either.

She recalled he had been wearing a baseball cap on collision, but it must be either on the road where he 'fell' or in her car. Either way it was gone, and now his long dark hair was a tangled mess in disarray. She swept it away, dabbing his forehead with the cloth, one eye on him, the other on the TV, where the latest news report was taking place.

Apparently the world was safe and Captain America had once again saved the day. Turns out he was just fine and would live to tell the tale.

"Oh yeah, he's okay but what about everyone else? Not in a rush to report about that are you?" Maggie questions the oblivious blonde, busty news anchor, who rabbited on in fan girl style of how heroic, brave and selfless he was.

"Oh girl, you may as well get on your knees and beg him to come find you on live television. You wouldn't look any more desperate."

After that immaturity and her anger poured out for the girl on the screen, "Oh Captain America, you're so brave. You're so strong." For some reason her mimic of the anchor applies a southern accent. "Let me have your babies. Let me wriggle my fake breasts in your face and flutter my false lashes at you…" Her personal moment of irritation was mixed with a heavy handed rubbing to the mystery guests, forehead, which was interrupted by a grumbling noise.

At least what she thought to be from him, but there was no sound after.

She drops the flannel and clasps the edge of the bed, either side of his head, closing her eyes as the emotions chip away at her. Rolling back and forth on her heels as she tries to get a grip on herself while her failure to do so begins to moisten her lashes. The feeling inside of her gut was striving to comfort her with its conviction that her sister was okay. But she just craved the certainty.

It had never been a secret to her that there were things in the world more dangerous and complicated than most people convince themselves we're real, or belonged in storybooks. Nowadays with the recent attacks, nobody could really deny the real world we live in unless they were fools. But I could understand why people tried so hard not to expect it. It doesn't matter how many heroes you have fighting to save the world and save so many lives, you can't ease the fear of what they are needed for.

For some people it eats away at them, drives them to insanity. Other people travel to the other side of the world hoping to escape, while most people have no other option but to accept the fear and carry on with their lives.

Maggie was thankful of the heroes, people and even gods risking their lives, doesn't mean she can't help wishing they didn't have to.

Her spluttered whimpers and inhale of breath is caught in her drying throat by a vibration across the other side of the room. She was across the other side of the room in record time, she knew who was calling, and the relief was rather overwhelming.

"I'm fine. I've only just got home." Her sisters voice is followed by a wince of pain, she tries to cover up.

"What's the damage?" Maggie asks.

"You know I couldn't say if I wanted to"

Maggie rolls her dehydrating green eyes, "To you. What happened to you?"

"Oh… nothing, just a few cuts and bruises. Ribs are a little tender but it's nothing a bath and a Nicholas Sparks movie won't fix" Her older sister certainly knew how to set her at ease, sometimes. Being an Agent doesn't stop you being a woman, nor indulging in a romance now and again.

"Well you know what gets my vote. So you're definitely okay?" Just wanting to make sure, seems natural. There is no doubt she wouldn't feel the same if roles were reversed. It was for the best her sister didn't know the ins and outs of where she was and more importantly who she was with.

"Listen to you being the concerned sister for a change. Yes, I'm fine. What about you?"

For a second her eyes glimpse to the man, and she was just in the midst of looking away when her brow knitted together and sent her eyes straight on back to him.

A feeling of familiarity presented itself from nowhere, urging her feet closer. In all this time she had been so distracted by everything else, i.e. the steel robotic arm that she hadn't paid all too much attention to what lay north of it.

She knew that face, but how wasn't letting her in on that secret just yet.

The red head had been so distracted by RoboCop, that her mind hadn't registered her sisters voice, until it began producing worry.

"Uh… what? Sorry?"

"Mags, Are you there? Are you okay?"

Maggie swallowed hard ready to answer with conviction, "Of course, sorry the hospital is so busy. I don't know which way to turn"

"I dread to imagine" she believed her younger sisters explanation, and why shouldn't she? "I better let you get on and I'll see you soon?"

"Uh… oh yeah, might come around tomorrow, let me know when okay?" Focusing on her sister for a moment,

"I will. I'll look forward to it. I'll see you then" There is a moment's pause between the two siblings, before both of them murmur a simple 'love you'. Neither of the two says it all too often but in times like this it makes you realize you should.

With the phone tucked back into her pocket, her fingers extend hesitantly and for a moment she resists, rubbing her finger tips together feeling a slight tingle, before finding courage. The sense of touch feels the slight roughness of his forehead in contrast with the smoothness of his nose. She doesn't expect to recall by feel, but his profile is so recognizable.

Her finger rests upon his pinched pointed nose.

"Shit!" Her hand pulls back as she notices a pair of eyes peering up at her. They were so pale, but sunken and dark. When she moved they did not follow, only staring hollowly up to the damp stained ceiling.

Her first actions are to reach for the knife, and she has it firmly in hand, but his heavy lids begin to flutters and his iris rolling up to hide behind them. For a moment she thought he would seizure again, but instead his eyes just close and he's gone.

She is mid wave of her hand over his face, when it jumps upon her. The face, the memory. A name suddenly ringing a bell.

She finds herself sitting at Billy's computer, pulling up google. 'Barnes' she remembered,

'John?, 'Jake?' Ja…. James? James? James! James Barnes.

Oh how that sounded so familiar, so into google she typed.

In the search came up a series of pictures of aging men, followed by listings for and American Author and Composer, followed by a criminal on death row. She barely needed to scroll the page before the name 'Captain America', in big bold blue letters jump out at her.

Double clicking the link, Wikipedia announces itself with a picture demolishes any improbability.

A laugh of disbelief ripples within her chest as she gawps at the screen. How is it that the world still has its ability to surprise her?

So there you have it! Yeah Maggie is all over the place with her emotions, but is handling it all far better then I would be.

Then again I would be licking an unconscious Bucky *Clears throat* yes I really did just say that didn't I? Well who's with me?

I'm working on Chapter 5 right now, love staying ahead.

Anyway feel free to comment in a review, let me know what you think. Good or bad, I can handle it. I hope...

Take care
Danielle
xx