I stand at the front doors of the Triskelion…or well, the doors I was supposed to enter through. I was nervous to go in. It had been a week since I was discharged from the hospital and my first day back to work. Head of all cyber security for S.H.I.E.L.D…that was a pretty hefty load for a twenty two-just-shy-of-twenty-three year old to carry. But I couldn't deny, I was good…I was very, very good at what I did. From a young age, I displayed that I was good with computer, far better than a five year old should be. With a deep breath, I psych myself up and step up to the door and open it. Automatically, my phone dings with a new message: Please see me in my office -NJF. I guess being head of cyber security meant that I texted with Director Fury now.

A few minutes later, I step off the elevator and walk down the short hallway to Fury's office. "Miss Saggart," he says as I walk in. "Good to see you walking around."

I give him a small nod. "I'm glad to be walking around, sir." I say. "But, I'm still on the mend, so if you don't mind, I'm going to sit. It was a longer walk than I anticipated here."

Fury nods and motions with his hand towards a chair on the other side of his desk. "Of course, have a seat." After I sit, he regards me with a steely look. "Head of Cyber Security…"

"Yes sir," I say after a moment's silence. I wasn't sure what he meant by the phrase.

"You know, I received a lot of feedback on your promotion," he says. "Most of it negative…"

"Oh," I say. My brows furrow together for a moment. "But sir…I'm obviously qualified. I mean-"

"I know you are, and so do they." Fury says. I wasn't sure who he meant by "they". "They mostly think you're too young. Twenty-two years old? Head of a major and fast developing sector of an international security unit?"

"Well, sir, when you put it that way…yeah, you sound crazy for picking me." Despite his serious demeanor, a corner of his mouth quirks up. "But, sir, if we want to compare ages with job qualifications…Captain Rogers is technically ninety years old and he saved all of New York."

Fury nods his head as he stands from his desk and picks up a file. "I think you'll do just fine." He hands me the file as he rounds his desk to stand in front of me. "In your new role, this is what I mainly want you focusing on."

I open the file and peer at the front page. "Project Insight?" I read the name out loud.

"It's a new defense system we are building." he says. "I want you to write the defense and security codes for it."

Automatically, ideas start running through my head. "Yes sir," I say, thumbing quickly through the other pages. "How strong do they need to be?"

"Strong enough that even you couldn't hack it."


As I said, it had been a week since I was released from the hospital. Which also meant it had been a week since I heard from Steve. I tried my hardest not to worry, but I was worried. I didn't think him the type to change his mind and just not saying anything to me. In my mind, something must have happened to him on a mission. Around lunch time, my assistant (I had an assistant, how cool), rings my phone. "Miss Saggart, Captain Rogers is here to see you." The question in the statement was obvious.

I tell her to send him in, my stomach fluttering with excitement. It was weird, going from seeing Steve every day to not seeing him for a week. "Well hey there stranger," I say as he walks in the room.

"I know, I know," he says, hanging his head. "I said I'd call and I didn't and-"

"It's alright Steve," I say, standing up from my desk. I walk around it to stand in front of him.

"It's actually not," he says with a downturn of his lips. "But here, I brought you these." He brings the hand he had been holding behind his back around to reveal and beautiful small bouquet of roses, lilies, carnations, and daisy poms.

"Steve," I say breathlessly, taking the flowers from him. "This is beautiful, thank you."

"You're welcome. I saw them on my way here and they just reminded me of you." he says. "I also came to see if you'd like to have lunch with me?"

"Yes," I say, maybe a little too quickly. Turning, I sit the flowers down on my desk and grab my cardigan. "I'd like that."

He gives me a small smile before we walk out of my office. "I know of a place," he says once we reach the lobby. "If you don't have a preference."

"It doesn't matter to me," I say, shaking my head. As we walk out the front doors, Steve starts to direct me towards his motorcycle. "Oh crap, I forgot you drove that death trap!"

Gently placing a hand on my elbow, Steve turns me towards him once we're next to it. "You're going to be fine Rhiannon." he says. "I promise I'm an excellent driver."

I let out a huff of air as I cross my arms over my chest. I honestly didn't mind to ride with him…it just freaked me out some. "I know you are," I say. "I mean, you are Captain-freaking-America. I'm sure you've driven in worse conditions than D.C. traffic."

"Yeah," Steve says, reaching past me to grab a helmet. "Nazi Germany was a little more stressful than the freeway."

I shake my head as he hands me the helmet. I turn to face the bike as I strap it on. Once Steve was on, without a helmet of course, I climbed on and sat behind him. At first, I just held on to his jacket, but once he took off, my slight fear of falling off over took me and I wrapped my arms completely around his waist, hugging myself to his back.

About twenty minutes later we arrive at the restaurant. Steve climbs off the bike first, extending a hand towards me to help me off. "I hope you like this place," Steve says as we near the door. "Natasha recommended it."

"I'm sure it's better than hospital food." My nose scrunches up at the memory. "Anything would be better than hospital food."

Steve lets out a humorless chuckle as he holds the door open for me. "You've never had Army food."