I hope you like how this is going :)
My Steveish is a bit rusty but there's only so much I can work with here, not much of him was included in the Avengers.

Also, Jarvis must get lonely...

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the Avengers or any of the characters.

Chapter 4: Brandon

"All your vitals are OK" he looked bored while putting back his shirt. She was slightly bored as well, he never had a fever, a cold. The most he ever had were a few cuts and bruises and a broken arm, that healed in 2 weeks, leaving no scars in the bone. She asked if he was feeling OK, "Physically I mean."

"Well, my rib cage hurts a bit. But I guess I'm a bit of a girl for someone my size" she smiled and took the blood flasks to the sample reader. She leaned a bit on it, her 4 days of sleeping in the office couch were finally taking a toll.

She checked the time in her big silvery watch. "It's almost 10, I'm sorry Cap." He came closer to her and pat her on her back, but then left his hand there and kept stroking her back slowly. "I still have 2 hours, it's OK."

The familiarity of the gesture surprised them both. "Having a tough day still?" She touched her wristwatch. "Kinda." Still kept looking at the samples, as if by looking at them they'd get processed more quickly.

"Bran, once the results are done send them to my pad, ok?" She clicked her Bluetooth and took it off her ear. Rogers' puzzled looked requested some sort of explanation. "You know Jarvis? Well, it's not the only one of its kind. Bran, this is Captain Rogers."

A voice coming from some unseen speakers greeted him with a male British accent that sounded around his thirties. "Hello Captain, is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Steve was puzzled and amused at the same time "So you took Jarvis from Stark and adjusted it?"

She blew him off with a gesture. Brandon decided to talk instead, while she was packing her pad and some paper notebooks on her colorful bag. "Doctor Morse went to college with my creator, Phillip Stan. They are best of friends and I'm a prototype. When Dr. Stan was hired by SHIELD, they both decided to leave me in Dr. Morse's care since she had been helpful to him in getting this job. He then designed many security and AI devices for SHIELD. The AI Jarvis has a different design, but we are well acquainted as well. It is very exciting to talk to someone other than Dr. Morse."

"I resent that comment Brandon." She opened the little fridge and went through the stocked samples. "My apologies Dr. Penelope, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Penelope?" she breathed heavily "And now is when you stop giving embarrassing details about me Brandon."

"Okay! So, I can't tell Stark you have a toy just like his, can't I?" she sneered "Hell no. Brandon is my sidekick and I'd like to keep it that way, that's why I have the Bluetooth, so I can talk and listen to him without anyone realizing he's here. I mean, he's here but he won't make himself visible except I introduce him to someone."

"Does Bruce know?" She hung her bag across her torso and picked some keys from her desk. "Nope, and Clint neither." they shared a grin "Yeah, it was the next question."

"Anything else you wanna ask?" He had a very honest smile. "Not right now." She smiled back "I need to check something in the substation before leaving. Wanna talk to Bruce to see if he's still around?" She handed over her cellphone. "I don't think I-"

"Oh God no! Let's call the feds! Captain Rogers has a device with internet access in his hand! C'mon Rogers, just dial him, let's go." They headed to the elevator and met with Bruce at the 8th floor. Then they agreed on waiting for her at the entrance of -3, since they didn't have clearance.

She went through the door and turned around to see them. She smiled and saw how the door was shut behind her. Those two were her favorite people from the last year, no doubt about that.

She came to another door, passed her badge and after a low beep it was wide opened.

The owner of her wristwatch was on a bed, hooked up to several machines. His heartbeat was normal, his brain seemed to be functioning, his levels decreasing slightly, but still steady. He just needed to wake up and breathe on his own. She did what she had done every Friday for the last year: opened her purse, take out Steve's blood sample and inject it on his arm.

She waited for 5 minutes and checked the stats again: his levels were normal. She sat on his bed and grabbed his hand "Hello Mr, I'm really close to figuring this out, I've promised I'll get you out of this and I will, just hang in there a tinsy bitsy longer ok?" She held her tears and could hear his voice in her head. "These are happy tears cos I know you'll be up there in no time, dealing with Stark and the rest, even though you should retire for your own good. You're not getting any younger you know." She kissed him on the forehead and dried her tears.
"Ok, I have to go now. Bruce and Rogers are waiting. We're having dinner out tonight, it's weird. Good weird."

She turned around closing the door behind her and failed to see how his hand tried to seize hers.