After Molly's little 'outburst' as she was going to call it, Steve excused himself to go change his shirt and freshen up a little bit so that he wouldn't be unpresentable while they spoke for a while. Get to know each other if you will.

She sat silently at a small table that was set up in Steve's gym, playing with the ends of her copper colored hair, patiently waiting for Steve to get back. She couldn't believe that she had been around him for less than fifteen minutes and she was already making a fool of herself. When Steve returned she just smiled at him as he sat down across from her.

Clearly Steve also wasn't really sure what to say. He twiddled his thumbs a bit before looking at her with a nervous smile. "So... Colonel Phillips...?"

Molly smiled a bit, "Yeah, he was my great great grandpa. I only knew him for a little while, he passed away when I was around five. He told me about you all the time though!"

Rubbing the back of his head, nervously, Steve chuckled lightly. "Well, that's good! I felt like I did nothing but get on the man's nerves all the time." He smiled at her apologetically, seeing as how the man died he felt a little bad for bringing it up. When she was at the age of five though? That man must've been in his late forties early fifties when Steve knew him, he couldn't believe he lived that long. "I'm very sorry for your lose though, ma'am, the Colonel was a great man."

At this, it was Molly turn to laugh. Her laugh made Steve smile; it was genuine, sort of like something of a belly laugh. Women in his day didn't laugh loudly like that, they kept it down to practically a giggle or a chuckle.

"Please, Captain. I feel like you know as well as I do that that man was a stickler. He had a sense of humor and good morals, but we both understand that he wasn't always the most pleasant guy to be around."

The Captain laughed, smiling, "Okay, you're right, but still! Those two qualities made him a good guy!"

"Eh, I guess you're right." Molly smiled, "He couldn't have a completely terrible guy back in the day, I mean, he helped pick you for the project." Her comment made the two of them blush lightly. After saying it, Molly realized that she could've come off as flirtatious, which at the moment wasn't really her intention.

"I-I think he had his mind set on someone else at the time, the doctor that developed the serum though, he convinced him." Steve words were tangled at first, her comment brought him back to his usual I'm-not-used-to-being-around-women self. Molly shrugged.

"From what he told me, you couldn't have been a better candidate. I think he was pleasantly surprised." She smiled again, and Steve once again blushed at her words, or maybe it was the soft look in her eyes that she had. He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself.

"So, how did you end up stuck here with me?" He asked smiling at her, deciding to change the subject. Molly returned the smile with enthusiasm.

"Well, that's a really good question! They told me it was because of my degree in History." She leaned back her chair bit, folding her hands in her lap. Molly tilted her head slightly, looking off and thinking about how to continue answering this in the best way possible. "I think it's got something to do with the fact that I'm connected to your past in some way, y'know, since my grandpa worked with you and everything." Molly shrugged again, directing her attention back toward Steve. "SHIELD probably had their eyes on a few other History buffs, but I think my concentration and connection with you won them over."

"Concentration...?" Steve had no idea what she meant by that. So... SHIELD chose the girl based on her ability to focus? That didn't sound very good. Seeing the obvious confusion on Steve's face Molly giggled to herself.

"Sorry. Nowadays when you go to college, you have the option of focusing in a particular area within your chosen field of study. I declared myself a History major, and I graduated with a Degree in the History of War and Peace."

Steve was leaning forward, listening intently. He nodded, "So that means you had a 'concentration' in war history?" He was a little taken back by that. War was a terrible thing! He had seen so many good men die and so many innocent people get harmed just in the wake of war. Molly seemed like she was sweet, down to Earth gal, why would she want to learn about that? "I'm sorry, but if you don't mind me asking, what made a dame, eh, I'm sorry, young woman like you so interested in war?" He asked

"It's kind of a long story," Molly smiled, "I come from a family where seriously most of the men went into the military. Before Chester, the colonel, passed away I spent a lot time listening to his stories. Naturally I got interested in history." Steve nodded, letting her know he was listening and that she could continue. Taking a small breath, Molly did so.

"With war, as you know, you go through a lot of things. Some men or women are unfortunate enough to return home and are haunted, if you will, by the things they experienced. Sometimes they can't sleep through the night, sometimes they think nazis-just as an example-are in their closets. It makes these these soldiers very one edge and occasionally a hazard to be around. This condition is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD for short." Steve's eyebrows were now knit together. He still had nightmares about the things that he experienced, but he couldn't believe some people were so distraught by the things they went through. Well, it was believable, but he would hate to live like that. Every day in fear that Hydra was coming after him... Steve was snapped out of his thoughts when Molly began speaking again.

"I have a relative with PTSD. During the war he participated in, the Vietnam War-which we'll get to in our lessons-he was captured by the enemy and held captive for a while until he was rescued. He was alright at first, but after a while he began having night terrors. He and his wife no longer sleep in the same bed, because he would get so violent in his sleep that he almost strangled her one night." His eyes softened. Steve was instantly reminded of Bucky. Bucky... What if he had ended up like that? What if Bucky had survived that mission, gotten married, only to almost kill the woman he loved while he was asleep? He shook it off and went back to the conversation he was having.

"Anyway, I hated the idea of anyone having to go through that. I wanted to help people with the same condition. So I grew up knowing that I wanted to be some kind of therapist or counselor for PTSD patients. When I went to college I dual majored, which meant that I had twice the work load and I was working into two different fields. I graduated with high honors, dual majoring in History and Psychology. I needed the psychology degree before I could get a license, and I figured that knowing about or having idea of what these soldiers went through, and I love history, so it worked out."

Steve just sat there for a moment, slightly in awe at the young woman before him. Here was a girl, who wanted nothing more than to help out soldiers and other people that needed it, and she was going to take on everything she could just to understand what they went through just to help them out. He had no idea people like that still existed. The only people he had met were only interested in doing things for self gain, not for the wellbeing of others. Well, the Avengers were all about helping people and saving the world. You had to think though, Nick Fury only wanted to look good, it was his way or the highway; Natasha didn't care what she had to do as long as she got the information; Thor meant well but he was selfish and had a tendency to demean people; Clint would basically do anything Natasha told him to; Bruce generally hated being around people-sure, he didn't want to harm anyone, but something said it was more him than anyone else; and then you had Tony Stark, the most arrogant, narcissistic man Steve had ever met. The Avengers were good people, but they had they're moments. Steve felt as though he could honestly say that it had been a while since he met a genuinely kind hearted person, until now. "You're amazing..." He breathed.

Molly's cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. She directed her gaze down toward the table and tucked some of her copper colored hair behind her ear. "Th-thank you..." She said softly, not entirely sure what else to say.

Steve leaned back in his chair, covering his face, "I'm sorry! That was uncalled for!" He leaned forward again and rest his arms on the table top, face bright red and eyes bright with worry. "It's just-and-I don't know. I'm so sor-" He was cut off by Molly reaching over and placing one of her slender hands on Steve's arm. He calmed down a bit, and he just looked at her. Her cobalt blue eyes comforting him.

"Don't be sorry, Steve. It's okay." Molly smiled, "We're one-for-one now." She teased, referring to earlier when she had done something similar when she came in. The super soldier let out a small laugh, smiling at her before nodding. This girl had a sense of humor on her.


A/N: Wow, thanks for all of the alerts and favorites, guys! I hope you liked the chapter, sorry it was mostly dialogue though. I've been considering changing the format a bit so that you get everything from Molly's point of view, but as of right now I kind of like giving you a little bit of both sides. Let me know what you guys think! I'll put the next chapter up as soon as possible!

thecatchisdeadliest thanks so much! I hope you enjoy future chapters just as much!