"Today is an exciting day," Dr. Banner said with a smile as he paced between the lab tables. "You all have gotten through the boring orientation stuff and into what we're going to be focused on this year. How much do all of you know about organ transplants?"
There was a murmur about the lab, but no one said anything right away. Alex didn't know much, but she did know that there were medical researchers in the room who could answer the question. She also wasn't exactly working on a full night's sleep and she hadn't been able to talk to Peter that morning about the whole Spiderman business, so she had some things on her mind. Warren was watching them like a hawk, lab was cancelled, and Peter disappeared before Alex could even take a breath. Concentrating was not easy for her today, but then again, that wasn't exactly new.
"Alright, that is a very broad question, let me change it. What is the biggest risk in organ transplants after the surgery is done?" Dr. Banner reached into his desk drawer and started to pull out piles of folders
This was an easy question, but Alex looked around at the other interns instead of making eye contact. She didn't want to be a teacher's pet, especially after already being singled out by Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner that first day of orientation. It would be nice to make friends with at least one of the other interns, or at least have them want to talk to her during work. Then again, with how her luck was going, whoever spoke to her would probably end up having some sort of superhuman abilities, so maybe she should appreciate that no one noticed her.
"Organ rejection," Zachary finally spoke up. He was a Ph.D student from Atlanta that loved to sing along with his iPod softly as he worked. Alex would sometimes walk by his desk just to listen to him sing as his finger flew across the keyboard. He had a beautiful tenor voice.
"Exactly," Dr. Banner smiled as he walked between stations, laying folders on the corner of each. "People wait for years for a matching organ to become available, survive the surgery, and then their own body betrays them because it thinks that the foreign body is well…a foreign body. This is devastating to both patients and the family and leads to people having to be added to the list and wait for another miracle."
"It also sounds like a problem that a multidisciplinary team like this one, without any pressure from the people who make immunosuppressant drugs, can work to correct. We have some of the brightest minds in medicine, biochemistry, biology, and other areas that I am forgetting right now. I have the base of a serum that will keep the white blood cells from attacking the new organ and allow the patient to stay healthy for years to follow. I need your help to perfect it and get it ready for human trials. Everyone ready to start?"
There was a general murmur of agreement as Dr. Banner finished placing the folders and made his way back to the desk at the front. Alex's fingers itched to open the folder and see what was inside, but no one else had touched theirs, so she sat on her hands instead. Patience might not be one of Alex's virtues, but in the last twenty-three years of her life she had learned a very small bit of restraint when the occasion called for it.
"Inside the folders will be the names of your team members, these are the small groups that you will be working with before we come together as a larger task force. The lab assistants will head each group and be my eyes and ears," Dr. Banner waved his hand to the four people who walked into the lab, all smiling. "There is also a list of studies that I want you all to read. It is important to know what has come before our research to make our serum as successful as possible. Today will be introducing yourselves to your groups and then I want you looking at those studies."
Everyone flipped their folders open as if it was the first day at summer camp. Alex smiled when she saw that Zachary was part of her pod, along with someone named Zaria, Kyle, and Isabella with Liam as their assistant. Everyone looked up after reading their list, as if attempting to figure out who was who. Zachary met Alex's eye and smiled.
"Alright, five minutes to introduce yourselves and then get to reading," Dr. Banner looked toward the door, blushed, and then waved his hands that the group should get on with it.
Alex looked over her shoulder to see Natasha leaning by the door, smiling as Dr. Banner walked over to her. While there were very few people, man, woman, or something else, that wouldn't be flustered by Natasha smiling at them from the door, but there was something extra cute about it being Dr. Banner. Here was a man with seven Ph.D's acting like a high schooler with a crush.
"Miss Harper, is it?" Liam asked as she moved over to her pod, a soft Irish accent caught Alex by surprise. "Well, the pods all here. I expect you all to keep up with the reading and pull your weight. However, that doesn't mean we can't have a wee bit of fun kicking the other pods asses as well."
"I thought we were all a team," Zachary said with a wide smile.
"Oh, we are, but we're just going to be the best part of that team," Liam winked. "Now let's all share numbers and then you best get reading."
It only took a few minutes to set up the group text message before they dispersed back to their desks. Alex looked through the list of five studies that they were supposed to read through before flipping open a page in her notebook to take notes. It wasn't lost on Alex that she was now being paid to do what she was doing during her insomnia fueled nights, only a different topic.
"Miss Harper, Jarvis tells me that you haven't finished all the orientation modules yet. Is something wrong?" Banner asked softly as he walked over to her table after finishing his conversation with Natasha.
"I'm just having some problems with learning the computer programs is all, tech isn't my thing." Alex looked around and was glad to see that no one else was paying attention to the conversation. "I just need more time figuring out the programming since I have no experience."
"I could help you if you want, or-"
"No," Alex cut him off, then winced at how ungrateful she sounded. "No, thank you. I'll get it, I just need some time with it."
"Alright, well, if you need something just let Liam know. He's well versed in the programs and it's kind of his job." Dr. Banner gave her a small smile before moving through the rest of the lab, making sure everyone was hard at work.
Alex knew that she was being stubborn, but she was telling herself it was because she didn't want to be singled out any more than she already had been. The rest of her shift was spent reading through the studies and trying to move through another one of the modules. By the time everyone started heading out, there was one study left and three modules. As she moved to close the research study, the search bar caught her eye.
There was a good chance that Stark Industries had access to far more journals than her college library. Technically, she was off the clock, so there would be no harm in seeing what would pop up if she typed in something, like, say, PTSD. Thousands of results popped up on the screen, some titles she hadn't seen before.
"Is there something I can help you with, Miss Harper?" Jarvis asked, making Alex almost fall out of her chair. The few interns that were still in the lab looked in her direction as they left.
"Not scaring me to death would be a good start, Jarvis," Alex sighed as she closed out of the search window and started to pack up for the day.
"PTSD is not in the scope of the project that you are assigned," Jarvis pointed out as Alex logged out of her terminal and went to hang up her lab coat. "Is there is something else you are researching, I would be happy to help narrow down the search, after clearing it with Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark."
"What you mean is that I shouldn't go poking around the Stark Industry databases without a chaperone," Alex laughed as she slipped on her flip-flops and headed out of the door. "I promise you that there is no way in hell I could stumble onto something classified."
"That was not my concern, I have been tracking your progress through the orientation modules after all." Jarvis's voice had a lot of personality for something that was supposed to be monotone and automated, snarky bastard. "I was just offering my assistance for any other projects so that it would go quicker."
"As if my self-esteem couldn't get any lower, you swooped in to kick me while I'm down. Thank you for that Jarvis," Alex shook her head as she headed for the elevator, but then sighed. "Can you ask Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark if I'm allowed to go outside research, off the clock, and get back to me?"
"Of course, Miss Harper." Jarvis almost sounded amused. "Have a nice evening."
"You too, Jarvis." Alex realized as she stepped into the elevator that she was thanking an inanimate object. At least this object talked back.
Instead of a straight descent to the lobby, the elevator stopped. It was past five, so she wondered if someone was working late or if it was environmental services employees making the whole Tower sparkle. Alex had never seen a handprint on any of the bits of glass or metal in the place, even with all the people in and out. The doors slid open and Alex couldn't help but smile. She should have known.
"Well," Steve smiled as he stepped in and stood beside her, "how about we cash in that rain check?"
"So, did Jarvis tell you that I was leaving or have you been stalking me all by yourself?" Alex laughed as the elevator continued it's descent.
"Neither, it was a happy coincidence." Steve laughed when Alex gave him a look. "I was alerted to a news report about a woman being accosted in an alley and saved by Spiderman that I wanted to talk to you about, but mostly it was just dinner."
"Right," Alex rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. "You're in luck though, as I am avoiding my Russian homework and am a sucker for free food, but you're on thin ice Rogers."
"I guess I'll have to throw in dessert as well then." Steve waved a hand to show that she should exit the elevator first. "Though I am going to warn you, Jarvis has probably already told Tony that we're going to dinner together. It will start the rumors again."
"I can tell that you're devastated about that." Alex couldn't really bring herself to care all that much about it. All the other interns were gone so it wasn't like any of them would see her with Steve. It wasn't like he was a movie star and she had to worry about the paparazzi following him around. So the Avengers would think they're dating, she could deal with that.
"Hey, if they think I'm interested in you, they'll stop trying to set me up with Roberta in accounting. Humor me." Steve directed her over to his motorcycle that was parked right in front of the Tower and held out the helmet to her. "At least you're dressed for a ride today."
"Is that an innuendo Mr. Rogers?" Alex took the helmet and slipped onto the back of the bike, ignoring how comfortable it was to lock her arms around his waist and press against his back. How many women would kill to be in the exact same place?
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Miss Harper," Steve laughed before the motorcycle reeved to life underneath them.
There was something very comforting about being on the back of a motorcycle for Alex. Even if it wasn't the open road, just being in the flow of traffic and not having to think about anything was a nice respite from the normal chaos of her life. Just resting against Steve, the motorcycle rumbling, and knowing she was about to good food was the lightest she had felt in about a year.
Steve stopped the bike and kicked down the stand in front of a small store that read Eisenberg's Sandwiches, proclaiming that it had been around since 1929. This was the type of place that Alex loved to go to in New York City, not the Michelin star eating, but the little holes in the wall that were tucked away from the tourists. These tiny pearls waiting for someone with five bucks and an empty stomach.
"This is one of the only places in the city that is still here from when I was a child," Steve explained as he helped her off the bike. "Luckily, the sandwiches are still amazing and you look like you need some food."
It was a tiny store, there was barely enough room to walk between the two person tables and the counter with red stool seats. Some of the equipment being used didn't look like it had been updated since 1929, but it also added a bit of charm. Alex really couldn't see much else as there was a bustling dinner crowd, but Steve managed not only to move through the store, but find a table for two.
"Did you come here a lot when you were a kid?" Alex asked as she looked over the menu, which had an impressive selection for being so small.
"A poor kid from Brooklyn? Nah, but Buck did take me here if either of us got some money from something, which wasn't often. He took me here the day he told me that he got drafted and was leaving soon." Steve had a soft smile on his face, but his eyes were sad. It killed Alex that she was so wrapped up in her loss of James that she hadn't checked in with Steve about how he was feeling. Then again, even when she did, he rarely talked about what was going on with him. She wished he would, it would be nice to talk to someone else who loved James.
"You know, I forget that he was in the military all the time, isn't that weird?" Alex said, trying to start the conversation in the most awkward way possible, but deciding to push ahead. "I mean, like, I know that Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was in the military, obviously, but I forget that the guy I read about in history books is the same guy that lived in my apartment for a week. I mean, it happens with you too, but not to the same extent."
"That's just because I'm pretty disappointing in real life," Steve laughed as he leaned back in his chair.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." Alex folded up her menu and smacked his arm with it. "It's just, you seemed so…proper in the history books, not someone I could have dinner with in a tiny sandwich shop in Manhattan. The couple decades age different notwithstanding, of course."
"Speaking of dinner, what do you want?" Steve gave her a real, open, and bright smile. While he usually had a smile for her, it had been a while since she had seen one this relaxed. It lifted her heart a little bit. Steve deserved some happiness.
Alex ended up getting a chicken salad sandwich with bacon along with a strawberry milkshake and an order of onion rings. Steve got a tuna melt, fries, and a chocolate milkshake. All that was missing was a poodle skirt, since Steve was already in a brown bomber jacket and white T-shirt, and they could have been on a date back in the fifties. While Alex didn't want everyone in the tower thinking that she and Steve were an item, it wasn't an unpleasant thought that these random strangers could wonder if the two of them might be dating.
"So," Alex crunched into one of her onion rings, "I know that you didn't ask me here just to show me a restaurant from your childhood. Let's get to the nitty gritty of it all? Everything alright?"
"Define alright," Steve gave her a small smile, but it slipped off his face when Alex gave him a look over his sandwich. "I just…after that call I wanted to make sure that you were going okay, honestly doing okay. And then Hill told me that there was another Spiderman incident and while the female victim was kept anonymous, I thought it might be you."
"Hill has a big fucking mouth," Alex muttered into her milkshake, ignoring Steve's gaze as she attempted to come up with a diplomatic answer. After a couple seconds, she decided that the truth was the best way, especially with Steve. "I was attacked yesterday, but it wasn't anything too serious, and I was saved by Spiderman. The police are handling it and other than being tired, I'm doing fine."
"Really, because you don't look fine. No offense," Steve added quickly. "You are very pretty, but an exhausted pretty. Are the nightmares worse now that you've been in a dangerous situation again? Do you need help? Also, who is this Spiderman guy? Can you trust a vigilante who wears head to toe spandex?"
"Steve, technically you are a guy in a spandex suit too, remember?" Alex was attempting to lighten the mood, but it was Steve's turn to give her a look. "It was the same assholes from the Marquee club, they weren't that happy that someone was witness to their assault and wanted to make me not remember much. Spiderman had been following them and stepped in. I think Spiderman just wants to help, being somewhere the police can't and the Avengers are too busy to handle, ya know?"
"I appreciate what this guy is trying to do, but he's going to get himself or someone else hurt." Steve shook his head but then he gave her a hint of a smirk. "What is it with you and dangerous alleyways anyway?"
"What can I say, I like a bit of danger," Alex returned his smirk.
"I know, you're causing me to have grey hairs, which is impressive with the super soldier serum and all." Steve grabbed a napkin to wipe something off his cheek. "I know that I've been busy recently, but I want you to call me if you need help, or Sam, alright? What's the purpose of being friends with superheroes if you don't let them help?"
"Getting them to buy me dinner now and again?" Alex said, which got Steve to laugh. After that, the discussion turned to her school work and working with Doctor Banner.
"I have to admit, a lot of this is going over my head. Buck was the science geek, I was more of an art kid. When Bruce and Tony start talking, it's a different language and I don't understand it. I'm just a simple boy from Brooklyn and the best I could manage was memorizing the periodic table," Steve laughed as he finished off his sandwich.
"If it makes you feel any better, I am two semesters away from having my degree in Biochemistry and I don't know what Dr. Banner is saying sometimes," Alex waved an onion ring about as if that didn't matter. "I don't even think if I get my Ph.D, and I have to graduate first, I'll be a fraction of as smart as he is."
Alex pushed away the bubble of anxiety that came when she thought about graduation and focused on Steve instead. She never really thought about how Steve would feel out matching intellectually at the Tower with Banner and Tony. True, Steve was technically genius and a photographic memory, but it took more to be as innovative as Tony and Bruce. It had to be annoying to feel inferior all the time.
"Hey," Steve nudged her leg with his knee under the table, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Whatever you're thinking about, stop it. You'll develop wrinkles."
"Thank you for your concern," Alex slurped up the rest of her milkshake and pushed it away. "I was just thinking about annoying if must be to live with people who don't talk about the same interests that you have, nothing serious."
"Which is why I asked you out to dinner," Steve winked.
Alex felt herself blush a little and focused on finishing off her onion rings. She knew that Steve wasn't flirting with her seriously, just being charming, and it was annoying that it was working. It didn't help that Steve was also extremely attractive while also being kind and caring. Why wasn't he dating someone?
"Any news about our favorite world traveler that I should know about?" Alex didn't look up from her food, both to help hide the fading blush and also so that Steve's expression wouldn't betray him before he answered. "Did that phone call get you guys anywhere?"
"We traced the call to Europe, but that's about as far as we got before it was lost. Sam's gone over there to see if he can pick up the trail, but he hasn't found much," Steve sighed as he polished off the last of his food. "I feel selfish sending him out on these wild goose chases, but it's not like I have the time to go with…everything."
"Do me a favor? Whenever Sam gets back, don't tell him about the Spiderman thing? I'd rather not get lectured again." Alex missed Sam and the clarity that he brought to her life, but she could do without the judgement of her life choices. If she wanted that, she would call her brother, who she needed to call and finalize plans for when he was coming to visit her. Another thing to add to her ever growing list.
"Maybe you shouldn't keep getting into trouble and you wouldn't get lectured," Steve said with a giant smile.
"It took us weeks to even get together for dinner. If I didn't get into trouble I would never see you," Alex pointed out with a laugh.
"You also wouldn't see that police officer that you keep mentioning. Michael was it?" Steve had a sly smile on his face as he sat back with a sigh. "First name basis with the law, it must be serious."
"He had the misfortune of being one of the officers that helped me with the Marcus incident last year and then happened to be promoted to the vigilante task force, as apparently they are starting to become a problem in New York. Nothing serious about it at all." Michael Sousa was a good man, one of the few that Alex knew, which meant that she would never date him. While he was a police officer, he really didn't deserve any of the mess that seemed to find it's way into her life.
"A police officer would be a step up from your previous boyfriends," Steve pulled out his wallet and slid out a couple bills. "Why not give the poor boy a chance?"
"Why don't you give one of the poor girls that Natasha throws at you a chance?" Alex countered with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sure one of them is interesting enough to take out to dinner, especially if you're slumming it with me."
"Why do you do that?" Steve's voice had an edge to it.
"Do what?" Alex was startled by the sudden frustration in Steve's voice.
"Act like you're not good enough to be with me, as if it is some hardship for me to spend time with you?" Steve leaned forward so that she had to look him in the eyes.
"It's just…" Alex had to look away, fingers coming up to play with her earrings as she attempted to come up with a good answer.
"You could be, like, having dinner with dignitaries or the president or Tony Stark and Bruce Banner or being briefed on national security matters. People who are way more important and interesting than me." Alex shrugged at her very inelegant explanation. "Do you think if anyone in the restaurant knew who you were and who I was, they wouldn't wonder why you were out with me?"
"Alexandra, if there is one thing I've learned, it's that people's opinions are far less important than your opinion of yourself." Steve reached out and grabbed her hand so that she had to look at him. "No one has ever made me do something I didn't want to do, including coming out and having dinner with you. If I'm here, I want to be here."
"Is this the part where you confess your undying love for me, right?" Alex leaned forward with a dramatic flutter of her eyelashes, the conversation becoming too serious for her to handle with no sleep. "And don't call me Alexandra."
"You're hopeless," Steve threw his napkin at her before getting to his feet. "Come on, let's get you home so you can get some sleep."
The night air was colder now that the sun had set, making the ride back to the apartment extremely enjoyable. She had forgotten how much she loved being on a motorcycle. Raphael, her first serious boyfriend, had given her one of the ones from his garage to use, but obviously that had been taken back when he went to jail. Then there was that one time that she snuck out at sixteen and was gone for three days because she almost joined a motorcycle gang she met at the bar. When she finally came home, Grace Harper didn't even looking up from chopping potatoes, and told Alex that the trash needed to be taken out and her laundry was on her bed. Somehow, the fact that she never even rose her voice stung more than if she had screamed at Alex.
"Do you need me to walk you up to your place?" Steve asked when he parked out in front of her building, turning off the engine, and looking over his shoulder as Alex undid the helmet.
"I'm pretty sure I can get up to my apartment without being shot, stabbed, or assaulted in some fashion, but thanks for the offer," Alex laughed as she swung off her bike as her phone started to ring. "Unless there is a Hydra threat that you didn't tell me about."
"That's not funny," Steve said. "You should get that."
Alex rolled her eyes as she picked up the phone, not even looking at the screen, and said hello. There was nothing but static on the other end and Alex was about to hang up, figuring it was a telemarketer, when she heard an intake of breath.
"Alex, is that you?" James's voice sounded far away, but the way her heart went into her throat, she knew it had to be him.
"Yes, yes it's me. Where are you?" Alex spoke rapidly, looking up at Steve. It had to be something in her voice because Steve was off his motorcycle in a moment and beside her, leaning down to attempt to hear the conversation.
"I think…I think I might have called you before. I can't really remember," there was a sigh on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry about that. I know you didn't want to hear from me again."
"No, no, James, that's not…that's not true," Alex closed her eyes, her thoughts in chaos. "Where are you, are you okay?"
"I will attempt not to bother you again, but…it is nice to hear your voice," James admitted slowly. "I'm just trying to stay away from those who would use me or imprison me. Don't come looking for me, please."
"James wait!" But the other end of the call has already gone dead.
"I'll get Tony to trace the call, maybe this time-" Steve is already pulling his own cell phone out and putting it to his ear.
Alex just stood there, not hearing Steve's conversation, trying to not start sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk. James thought she hated him, that she never wanted to talk to him again, because of how they left things last year. Sure, that the time she stated that it was better if they goodbye, but that was before she realized just how deeply he had gotten under her skin in just a week. It wasn't because she hated him that she told him to leave, it was because she was in love with him, and that scared her as much as the threat of death.
"Hey," Steve put a hand on her shoulder, seeing the tears in her eyes, "we're going to find him. He's alright and lucid, that's a good sign. Try not to worry about it."
"Yeah, right," Alex gave a shaky smile as she hastily brushed away some tears. "Not worrying about a super soldier assassin with a spotty memory out in the world all by himself. Why would I worry about that?"
"Come here," Steve pulled her into a tight hug. "Buck can take care of himself, always has been able to, even before the metal arm. I'm going to find him and bring him home, but he'll be fine until then."
"He asked that we don't come looking for him," Alex said against his chest, finding comfort in his arms.
"Yeah, well, remember when I said that no one has ever made me do something I didn't want to do," Steve pulled Alex away a little so that she looked up at him, gently wiping away a tear. "I'll find him. Do you trust me?"
"Yes." Steve was probably the only person she trusted implicitly.
"Alright, now get upstairs and get some sleep. I'll call you when I know something." Steve gave her another tight hug, resting his cheek against the top of her head, before letting her go.
"Just…be careful out there, alright?" Alex let go of him and wrapped her arms around herself.
"You too," Steve gave her another smile.
Alex gave him a little finger wave before heading into the apartment building, Henry opening the door for her. She looked over her shoulder to see that Steve waited until she was inside to get onto his bike and roaring off. Always the gentlemen. She was surprised he didn't walk her up to her apartment even against her protest.
While it was cooler outside, the apartment was stuffy from the windows being closed since she left that morning. Steve was right, she should sleep, but there was so much nervous energy in her body that she could barely sit. After pacing the apartment for a few minutes, she pulled out her cell phone and hit Jake's contact picture. It took him three rings to pick up.
"Lexie, everything okay? I'm about to go to work," Jake sounded a little breathless, as if he had to run and grab his phone.
"Right, night shift, sorry about that." Alex moved through the apartment, opening windows, needing to do something.
"No worries, it's better than me having to send out a search party to get you to return my text. What have you been up to?" Jake was speaking as if he was doing something, like putting on his work boots, while talking to her.
"Oh, you know…" Alex trailed off, figuring telling him about the super soldiers and the fact that she was assaulted last night was not a good idea. "Just my internship and class, trying to be social when I can. I'm starting an extra credit assignment on Saturday. Nothing too exciting."
"Nothing exciting? When do you sleep, Lex?" Jake's voice had a joking tone to it, but after this summer she knew he was worried.
"I'm a big girl, Jake. I can take care of myself. How are things in the sunshine state?" Alex felt a little calmer talking with Jake, enough that she could flop onto her bed. There were articles that needed to be read, papers that needed to be written, and about a million other things she should be doing, but there was no way she'd be in the mental space to do them tonight.
Jake filled her in about the waves he tried to catch that morning and Felix, the stray cat that decided to live around his condo. It was also so nice to hear a smile in Jake's voice and hear about normal problems. It had always been a carefree soul and the beach bum lifestyle seemed to really suit him.
"I'm gonna have to go in a minute, so we're on for around midterms right? Before the weather gets bad?" Jake asked. "You work way too much and need someone to take you out onto the town."
"That sounds great Jake," Alex said and actually meant it. It was weird to think about her family in the city, they were such separate entities, but she did miss her brother. Besides, it wasn't as if Alex would ever get to show her parents the city as her mother refused to step foot in New York.
"Great, I'll book the flight and then give you the details," Jake sounded relieved, as if he expected push back. "Now I really have to go, Lexie. Talk to you later, be good."
"I'm always good. Stay out of trouble Jake,"
Alex knew that she should get out of bed, but her whole body was heavy. Hadn't Steve told her to get some sleep? Maybe, for the first time ever, she should take his advice. Besides, it wasn't like she wouldn't be woken up at three in the morning with heart pounding nightmares. Might as well take the rest while she could.