Two weeks of IV fluids and heated blankets later and Steve is in perfect health, except for still being in a coma. The only time I left him was to go to the bathroom or to shower and change. It seemed that Steve responded best to me, or more precisely only to me. When the other Doctors tried to get a reaction from him it didn't work. It was only my hand he reached for and squeezed, it was only my voice that made his eye shift under his eyelids. Some of them were actually jealous but Director Fury quickly reassigned them. I wrote it off as being the one that brought him back from the brink.

"You should go home." My god father's baritone voice called from behind me, I was checking Steve's vitals again.

"Got work to do." I said and I heard his trench coat rustle as he moved to my side. Through the curtain of my dark brown hair I could see his eye patch, I was one of the few people he deliberately put on his blind side.

"You won't do him any good if you don't take care of yourself." Fury said reaching out and putting his hand on my arm. "Go home and sleep, Grace, he'll be fine." You know his worried when he pulls out the first names.

"Yes, Sir." I sighed, he nodded and let my arm go before moving away. "I'll be back, Steve." I said softly, pushing a stray lock of blonde hair back from his face. His eyes twitched and his hand caught mine that wasn't by his face. "I'll be back." I promised.

When I left, I didn't go home, I went to see my grandmother. When I stepped through the door to her room she smiled at me, sitting up farther in her hospital bed. "Grace, darling," She said, her British accent thickening. She paused for a moment and studied me. "How is he?" Good, she remembers. I had called her as soon as we got Steve stabilized, she'd been looking for him for so long.

"Better, still not awake, but better." I said as I moved to sit at her bedside.

"Still only responds to you?" She asked. I'm gonna punch Dad for telling her that. I tried not to blush.

"Yeah." I said quietly. "He heard me when we found him and I think he knows that I helped him."

"You saved him, Darling." She corrected. "And of course he knows, if he's still in there after being frozen for seventy years, he knows."

"He is. He mumbled Bucky's name…. and yours." I said. "And he's mumbled at an angel too."

"He probably means you, dear." She said and this time I did blush.

"He's probably dreaming." I deflected,

"Yes, dear." Gran said patting my hand like she still didn't buy it. She coughed a little bit and I jumped to get water. "Bloody hell, that's annoying." She said after she took a sip. I watched her for a minute, waiting for a lapse. She looked at me and smiled. "He'll wake when he's ready." I smiled brightly but checked my sigh of relief that she remembered our conversation.

"I know." I said and my phone started ringing. It was Fury. "Yeah?" I answered.

"Get back here he's awake and bolting." He said then the line went dead. Oh my God. I jumped up.

"Sorry, I have to go." I bent to kiss her check before running out the door.

I found them on the street not far from HQ. Steve looked upset. I threw my car in park and jumped out. The other agents moved out of my way quickly. When I reached Fury I glared at him. "'He'll be fine' you said." Fury opened his mouth to reply but got cut off.

"I know your voice." My head snapped around to look at Steve. His voice was nicer than in the recordings. "Grace." My face lit up like a Christmas tree. OH MY GOD!

"Yes." I said stunned, we both took a few steps toward each other until we were standing face to face. His hand came forward and latched on to mine again, like a reflex, I was smiling so wide my face hurt. Realizing his hand moved he looked down and blushed but held on. "How are you feeling? Are you light headed?" I asked. 'Cause I sure as hell am. He shook his head. I could hear Fury talking to Agent Hill behind me but ignored them.

A car backfired and Steve jumped and pulled me closer, head spinning around looking for danger. "Shhh, it was just a car." I said my free hand grasped his shoulder trying to soothe him. "It's over, you're safe." When that didn't work I noticed his posture, slightly curled down around me. He's protecting me. It became clear. I grasped his chin and turned him to look at me, his blue-gray eyes locked with mine. "We're safe." His body relaxed and he nodded, his chin slipping from my hold. The Agents around us stood oblivious.

"Sorry." He said and moved to step back but I just tugging him back in place.

"It's alright." I said. What do you do with someone who just got back from a war? Probably with major PTSD? I thought for a minute and had an idea. "Come on." I started pulling him toward my car, he went willingly. Fury gave me a questioning look but I just glared at him. He seemed to get the point and nodded before turning to Hill, no doubt telling her to follow us.

When we got to the car a Steve realized he actually had to let my hand go just for a moment, he made a face. I squeezed his hand lightly, he smiled at me and squeezed back. He opened my door, which was cute, before I gently shooed him to the other side. We slipped inside, I buckled and started the car. "Seatbelt." I gently reminded Steve, he quickly complied. I put the car into gear before putting my hand on the seat where he could reach it. I pulled away from the curb as he gently grasped my hand again.

We rode in silence, and as I thought Hill was in the car behind us with Agent Blake and another higher level agent I didn't recognize. I pulled off the road a few miles out of NYC by the shore line. There was a small hidden beach here that was quiet. We got out of the car and started toward the beach, Steve grabbed my hand again. Hill and the others, blessedly, stayed in the car.

We found a bolder big enough for both of to sit on. We sat for a long time looking out at the ocean. Steve seemed calmer, but he still gripped my hand. "This is better?" I asked softly.

"This is better." He said. We stayed there for a while longer.