Chapter Two

Steve couldn't help but want to draw the maiden that had taken on a bear sized behemoth in his back yard. Maiden was the best way to describe her as he sketch in his small note book. Her hair was so black and shiny, he fathomed a color darker than black to describe it, matched with skin like fresh milk, and sharp piercing eyes. Like midnight blue had been poured from the sky in them. She looked wrong somehow in the dingy black pants and tattered hoody. Her features too elegant with dark lashes and rosy red lips. It was astonishing to him how he only noticed her following him and not the other thing...the other thing was well a 'thing'? It was blood red and sort of looked like a mix between a saber tooth tiger, a fox, and bear.

She slumbered heavily with a bandaged head. Officially, she wasn't in custody but they were at a S.H.I.E.L.D base where the beast was put under quarantine. He had been advised to interrogate her but knowing that she wasn't following him to hurt him but stop whatever that was made him uneasy to arrest her officially.

He didn't hear the red head who had walked into the lobby, "you're such a softy."

He scowled as she looked over his shoulder at his drawing of her, he had drawn her hood into a more middle era style with some flowers. He shut it from her prying eyes, "any idea what that thing is?"

"No, but the locals are calling it a bear," she smiled as she looked over at the sleeping woman. "Ever hear of Norman Rockwell?"

"He was nice guy compared to Pollock," he answered with a smile and standing up. He could have sworn he saw the woman's lashes flutter. He motioned for the spy to walk before him so they could talk more freely, "what do you think of her?"

"She's cute, I give her a nine," she said and saw him scowl. "Oh you mean, what did I dig up?"

"Precisely."

"Nada."

"Hm," he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean zip, no gene file, no finger prints, no dental records, no iris scans," she paused with a serious shrug. "The girl is a serious ghost."

"So someone sent her to protect me from that thing?"

"And she botched it." She smirked, "I'm sure you get something out of her."

"Don't you even start."

"What I think she's gorgeous for a ghost," she laughed, "fine, I'll go work on who she is or what that thing is while you sweet talk her."

He saw her wink before she headed out and he shook his head in disappointment. The woman never ceased to try and 'hook him up' as she put it. Sure the woman was pretty but she was hardly his type. He was wary, during the war there more enemies than Hydra and the nazis but they were definitely the biggest. Was she American and someone didn't trust him in S.H.I.E.L.D to protect himself? Was she Chinese, Japanese, Korean? Was there more than one faction? Too many thoughts raced through his head.

He saw her open her eyes as he walked in she looked a bit frazzled by him as he sat down across from her, "I wouldn't try anything."

She didn't say anything just watched him with her brilliant eyes.

"Look you aren't officially under arrest but you are interrogation," he paused, "try anything and there will be one hundred people here at a moments notice."

She smiled politely as she sat up and then with a thick accent said, "I speak very little English...watashi wa nihonjin desu. (I am Japanese.)"

He nodded as he looked her over, she looked so out of place in her black outfit. "Boku wa Steve."

"Watashi wa Kayura desu," she answered with a clap of her hands, "sugoi nihongodesune! (Very good Japanese.) "

"Sukoshii dake desu (Only a little) ," he answered replied as she looked him over. She was a mysterious thing. "Do you know who I am?"

She nodded.

"That is?"

She smiled with a salute, "Captain America desunee!"

He wanted to laugh at her sweet disposition, "then you know following me is an issue."

"Nendo-go no kotodeshita," she replied and he shook his head. He had no idea what that mean. She sighed and tried to rephrase, "Nendo was after you, not I."

"Is that what its called."

She nodded.

"What is it," he asked and she shrugged.

"Sore ga watashi no shimeidatta, watashi wa shitsumon o shimasen (I only know my mission, and my mission was it.)," she said to see him befuddled again. He would have to wait til Natasha got back to translate her more thoroughly but he had a feeling she wasn't a threat.

"You must be thirsty."

She nodded as he went to the vending machine and got her a water. He handed it to her and his hand touch hers, he saw several scars on her hands and he looked into her dark eyes that burned like fire. She smiled at him and said, "domo, Rogers-san."

He never told her his last name.

Sorry for all the Romanized Japanese, Lol. I figure Steve would know some considering the era he came from. Other than that, he has a bit of a hard time understanding her because she uses very formal and archaic versions of the language.