Kind of want to change the cover for this story. if anyone wants to edit me together a cover for this, I have a submit box opened on my tumblr (and I don't think you need to have a tumblr to submit stuff). You can use any actress you'd like for Alba (I currently see Alba as Nora Zehetner (with longer hair) or Emmy Rossum as her). thanks in advance to whoever decides to help make a cover! Enjoy this chapter!(:
Bucky Barnes never whistled. It just wasn't something he did. Whistling annoyed him when he was out and someone was whistling a little jingle. Whistling belonged to the giddy, happy-go-lucky people that were scared of Bucky when he'd walk down the street. It belonged to children and Santa Claus impersonators and any person who liked to be annoying. But it didn't belong to Bucky Barnes.
Yet, as he walked down the street, holding the Wizard of Oz on DVD in one hand, he found himself whistling the familiar tune from the movie, the song that Dorothy and her friends sing as they go on their journey to the Emerald City.
Bucky didn't want to question at that moment why he was whistling, but he blamed it on how happy he felt. He felt like he had the best dame in the world, and that he was doing something right. It had been a year tomorrow since the Helicarrier attacks, since Bucky began his mission to figure out who he was again, and as he looked back on it, he couldn't believe the progress he had made. He deserved this happiness, he thought. He deserved his happiness with Alba and his friendship with Steve, and he was more than happy to be doing a job that involved bringing down the organization he loathed with all his being.
He was happy, he was finally good with where he was in life at that moment, and he couldn't be happier walking down the street to the coffee shop.
He saw flashing police lights up ahead, but he couldn't place what building they belonged to.
It didn't matter though. He was going to meet Alba and they'd watch The Wizard of Oz and Bucky would probably spend the entire movie telling her which parts were his favorites and why and he might just slip up and sing along to a song or two, all while Alba would be wearing her award winning smile that stretched from ear to ear. Oh, how he loved that smile of hers.
As he got closer he saw that there were two police cars parked along the curb, two officers talking in front of one car while another was walking out of the building they were parked in front of.
As Bucky grew closer he saw the police cars were parked along the street in front of the coffee house. Did something happen at the butchers? Did someone break into that abandoned dance studio next to the coffee house?
That's when he saw another officer walk into the coffee house.
Bucky froze, the whistling stopping, his stomach dropping.
This had to be a mistake. What could happen in the two and a half hours he wasn't there? Did they get robbed? It had to be that. Coffee shops brought in a lot of business; they had to be targeted for robberies all the time.
He hurried into a run down the street, ready to make his way into the shop when a female police officer stepped in front of him.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the store is closed. We're in the middle of an investigation." She said, giving him a stern look.
Bucky stared at her a moment before looking worriedly into the front windows.
Jack was talking to another police officer who was writing it all down, and Alba was nowhere to be seen.
"My girlfriend works here." Bucky told the officer, "Where is she?" he demanded, glaring at her.
The officer took a step back from his tone, her eyes slightly wide before his words hit her. A pitied expression appeared on her face and she walked towards the door and got the attention of the two officers inside.
Bucky watched as they turned to look at her and then Jack looked out the window at Bucky. He nodded to the officers and then hurried past them and out the door, right up to Bucky.
"Oh, it's terrible, just awful! You'll need to give the officers your alibi, but don't worry, I don't think you did anything. You might look scary, but you couldn't harm that girl if you tried," Jack rambled on, and his words only struck a chord with Bucky, because he had hurt Alba before, she was just a wiz with makeup.
But as Jack's words processed Bucky's blood ran cold. "Where is Alba?" he demanded, his voice filled with fear.
Jack sighed, shaking his head, "I have no idea. She went to take the trash out a half hour ago, never came back. I tried calling her phone but she left it inside, and I know her well enough to know she wouldn't just leave before her shift was over, so I contacted the police. You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?" he asked, concerned.
Bucky quickly shook his head, his eyes wide as he tried to think what might have happened. Alba had disappeared taking out the trash? Jack was right; it wasn't like her to just leave. She had to have been forced to go or something of the sort.
The two police officers, one older with greying hair and the other young with tan skin and dark brown hair and freckles, from inside walked out towards Bucky and Jack, both of them eyeing him suspiciously.
"Evening, sonny." The older officer said to Bucky, not showing the slightest hint of fear as he looked Bucky in the eye, despite Bucky being a good five inches taller than him. Jack took this moment to walk back into the shop, the female officer following him with a camera in hand.
"We understand you're Miss Donoghue's boyfriend. Mind telling us where you've been within the last thirty minutes?" the older officer asked Bucky, nodding towards his partner who was holding a notepad and pen.
Bucky clenched his jaw, knowing these men were suspicious of him somehow.
"At home." Bucky said curtly, wanting to leave as soon as he could.
"Can anyone confirm this?" The older office asked, skeptically.
"My roommate." Bucky said through gritted teeth, glaring at the officer. "I was with him since I brought Alba dinner at six. I live on the corner; I left not even five minutes ago to pick her up."
"Where were you planning on going?"
Bucky's grip on the DVD tightened, "We were going to go back to her apartment to watch a movie."
The officer glanced down at Bucky's hand to the DVD and nodded, the younger officer tilting his head to see which movie Bucky had, before jotting it all down.
"Can you give us some contact information on this roommate? Name, phone number, things of that sort; we'd like to contact him to confirm your alibi as quickly as possible. We'll need your information as well." The younger officer finally spoke up, giving Bucky an apprehensive look.
Bucky took in a breath, nodding his head, "His name is Steve Rogers, he and I share a phone. The number is," Bucky proceeded to give the officer their phone number and address, while the older officer looked deep in thought.
"And your name?" The younger officer asked.
"James Barnes." Bucky said, risking a glance at the older officer. The man's brows furrowed as Bucky said this, before snapping his fingers and looking at Bucky in awe, "Steve Rogers! Isn't that Captain America's real name?"
Bucky's body tensed and he shrugged, "Are we done here?" he asked, eager to run back to the apartment, anything to get away from these men who thought he was guilty.
The younger officer stared at Bucky in awe as well, "Is your roommate really Captain America?"
Bucky internally groaned, "It's a pretty common name, actually," he tried, taking a small step back.
"We see the Cap jogging all the time with some other fellow. That wouldn't happen to be you, would it, sonny?" Older officer asked.
Bucky shrugged, wanting to shut them up as soon as possible, "S-Sometimes, I mean," he bit back his words, sending a glare at the officers, "My girlfriend is missing and you're getting star struck over my roommate! Do your damn jobs and find her, now." He nearly roared, before stalking off down the street, leaving the officers baffled.
Steve was debating on calling Sharon.
Bucky had just left not ten minutes ago to go watch a movie with Alba, and knowing those two, Bucky wouldn't be back until at least one in the morning, which left Steve alone for the evening. He had a strong urge to call Sharon and ask if she wanted to grab a late dinner somewhere, maybe go to one of those popular arcade/bar places he'd seen advertised on television so much.
Just as he built up the courage to call her he heard a loud crash, like someone had kicked the front door in.
Steve jumped into action, running out of his room to see Bucky tearing the apartment apart, his face contorted in rage as he pulled pictures off the walls, punching holes in their places, kicked things all throughout the apartment in fury.
"What are you doing, Bucky?!" Steve yelled, confused, running over to him.
"She's gone! She's gone! She's gone and those idiot police officers are just standing there! I need to find her. Where are the guns, Steve? Someone took her and I need to find her!" Bucky roared, pushing past Steve as he tried to find the hidden safety box.
Steve gapped at Bucky before running around him, standing in front of him with his arms out, "Okay, okay, calm down. What happened? Alba's missing? Someone took her?" he asked.
Bucky nodded, annoyed, "Where else could she be? It isn't like her to leave work without clocking out, and we had a date, Steve. She wouldn't break that for any reason." He explained, and Steve noticed that Bucky was clenching something in his right hand. It was the DVD, still in Bucky's possession and, surprisingly, not destroyed or broken in anyway throughout this emotional episode.
"Okay, well, who could have taken her? Maybe this is a big misunderstanding or –" Steve started, but Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes and pushing past him.
"You don't know her like I do. She wouldn't just leave. I have to find her, she could be hurt or scared, she could be having a panic attack," Bucky started speaking faster and faster, his voice panicked as he continued to tear the apartment apart.
Steve quickly ran over to him, placing a hand calmly on the center of Bucky's chest and looking him in the eye, "Okay, let's say she has been kidnapped. Take a deep breath for just a second, Buck. Who would kidnap her?" he asked.
Bucky paused, his brow furrowed as he thought over the question. Alba didn't have any enemies, she was always kind to anyone she met unless she had a reason to be rude to them, which was rare. There was literally no one he could think of in the entire time he's known her that would want to do this to her.
"I don't know." He finally said, looking at Steve. "But people kidnap complete strangers all the time! They kidnap them for no good reason and they…they…" Bucky paused as his mind ran over the different possibilities someone would kidnap a young woman, and his whole body shook with anger, "Where are the guns, Steve?!" he demanded, ready to kill the person who did this.
"Bucky, listen, if you want to we can go to headquarters and see if they can do anything about this. But I can't just let you go on a rampage with a gun tearing the city apart trying to find her. You need a plan first, and then you go in and save her." Steve explained quickly, hoping he was getting through to his friend.
Steve, despite the calm front he was putting on for Bucky's sake, felt just as angry as his friend looked. How could someone kidnap an innocent person? Alba had done nothing and if this person did anything to harm Alba in any way, they wouldn't have just Bucky to deal with. Steve already swore in the back of his head he'd get a chance to punch the person responsible for this.
"You honestly think they could do anything? Alba isn't an agent; just because some of the agents there are scared of me doesn't mean I'll get them to send out search parties. That all goes through Fury and he wouldn't waste time trying to find someone that wasn't apart of S.H.I.E.L.D. He'll tell us to leave this with the police." Bucky shot back, annoyed.
Steve sighed, "I'm not letting you leave without a plan. We can at least try and see if S.H.I.E.L.D. can locate her. If they can, you and I will go in after her. If we need to, Sam, Natasha and Clint can back us up." He explained, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder reassuringly. "We'll get her back. She'll be fine, Buck."
Steve didn't want to admit that he felt skeptical about his words.
They didn't wait for a bus, instead, Bucky rode on the back of Steve's motorcycle to headquarters, and Steve drove much faster than he normally would go as they went through D.C.
Bucky stayed on Steve's tail as they walked through the rundown building to the elevator, Steve punching in the code before the doors slid open to reveal the sleek interior.
"Floor Eight." Steve said curtly.
"Identify companion, Captain Rogers." The computerized voice rang through the elevator, knowing Bucky was there.
"Floor eight." Bucky snapped, glaring at the ceiling, thinking that was the best bet to show the damned computer he was in a hurry.
"Access granted. Welcome back Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes." The computer's voice rang, the elevator beginning its decent into the base.
Bucky stood with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as he glared straight ahead, itching to move and do something. He hated just standing there; he felt as if he should be doing something more than just telling the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Alba's been kidnapped.
Steve kept risking a glance in Bucky's direction every few seconds, staring at his friend's angered face. Steve had realized over the last few months that Bucky had become much more expression, better at showing his emotions on his face, and Steve could only think Alba was the cause. How could a girl that seemed to show her emotions as easily as she breathed not have that effect on Bucky? Steve found a new reason to be grateful for Alba every day, and he was determined to help Bucky find her in any way possible. If worst came to worst, perhaps Steve could call Stark and see if he could put on a light show to help get Heimdall's attention. If he did, then perhaps he could reach Thor and ask his fellow Avenger to ask Heimdall who took Alba and where. It was a long shot, but Steve saw it as his last resort.
The elevator doors opened up on the eighth floor and Bucky was the first out, walking down the dimly lit, windowless, hallway to Fury's office.
A few agents were walking past them on their way to the elevator, ready to go home for the night, and Bucky ignored any looks that were sent his way as he past them, turning down the hall and walking straight up to Fury's door.
He didn't bother knocking, pushed one of the double doors opened and walked inside where Fury sat at his desk with agent Hill standing next to him, leaning over his desk and pointing to something on a piece of paper in front of them.
They both looked up as Bucky barged in, and Steve was close behind him.
"You know, there's this thing you do with your hands when you approach a closed door. It's called knocking." Fury said simply, his tone filled with annoyance as he looked between the two agents.
"We're sorry, sir, but something urgent has happened and we would like to use S.H.I.E.L.D. resources to aid us in this urgent matter." Steve said, his voice going a tone deeper as his voice went to that of a soldier's, his shoulders squared and his arms behind his back. Bucky, however, stood there with his arms crossed against his chest, his eyes still narrowed and his aura screaming impatience.
Fury quirked his eyebrow at Steve, "And what was so urgent that I don't even know about?"
This was the part Bucky didn't have a clue what would happen.
"A good friend of ours has been kidnapped, and we need all the help we can get finding her." Steve answered simply, hoping to leave it at that.
"What friend?" Hill asked, standing up straight and crossing her arms behind her back. S.H.E.I.L.D. kept tabs on everyone, especially Steve and Bucky. Hill would most definitely know who Alba was.
"What are you, our mother?" Bucky shot at her, his voice on edge. Hill glared back at him, before looking back over at Steve.
Steve sighed, frowning, "Alba Donoghue."
Hill's face looked understanding, "Ah, Barnes' girlfriend."
Fury gave Bucky a look, "You want to use S.H.I.E.L.D. resources to find your girlfriend? How long has she even been missing?"
Bucky hesitated, "Two hours, at best."
Fury scoffed, rolling his eye, "In case you have forgotten, you can't report a person as missing until they have been gone for 24 hours. Call the police tomorrow and let them handle this." He said, turning his attention back down to the papers on his desk.
Bucky felt his rage grow more and more after each passing second as he stared at Fury. "The police have already been called, and they're investigating now. She is missing, someone took her, and you are going to help us find her!" he nearly shouted, his hands balled into fists.
Fury stared at Bucky in disbelief and stood up, his eye narrowed.
Steve quickly stepped ahead of Bucky, giving Fury a pleading look, "Please, sir, even if you put two interns on the job, it can help us. She works at a coffee shop on Forrest Road, by the corner of 16th Street. We just need to see if S.H.I.E.L.D. can get some access to the security camera footage from any other stores that might have seen something so we can find her as soon as possible." He explained quickly, trying to keep Fury from biting off Bucky's head, or vice versa.
Fury kept his glare, this time directing it towards Steve.
"I'm not wasting resources on one civilian when it's our job to make sure the entire world is safe. Come back when thousands of lives are in danger, not just one who so happens to be Hot Head's 'sweetie'." Fury finally said a sarcastic tone in his voice as he looked towards Bucky.
Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he pushed past Steve, "You asshole-!" he began, shouting, ready for a fight.
Steve grabbed Bucky and pulled his back, stepping in front of him once more while keeping both his hands pressed against Bucky's chest, keeping him back, "Just one intern, please, sir." Steve begged, cutting Bucky's off as he stared at his boss.
Fury met eyes with Steve, and this time it was Hill who spoke.
"We could assign Jones to this. We have been wondering where to put him since he graduated from the academy." She said simply, glancing down at Fury.
Fury's head seemed to cock in her direction as he took in her words, and his mind processed what she said.
"Who's Jones?" Bucky asked, looking towards Hill.
She rolled her eyes, "An intern who recently graduated from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy of Science and Technology. He could do this while we figure out where to put him permanently." She explained, glancing back down at Fury.
He sighed, knowing if his right hand woman was trying to help the two men, there had to be some type of importance with this girl besides being just Bucky's girlfriend.
"Jones will be in charge of gaining the footage and watching over it, and he will report to agent Hill, who will then report to you," Fury said, nodding towards Steve, "If he's found anything. If he doesn't, you won't be using any more of S.H.I.E.L.D. resources, and you'll leave this to the police." He explained.
Steve nodded eagerly, while Bucky still have a look of anger and dissatisfaction on his face.
Hill grabbed and pen and paper and have Steve write down the exact address off the coffee house before the two of them left, Hill saying she'll give the assignment to Jones the moment he comes in the next morning.
"That's too long." Bucky muttered as they left the office.
Steve sighed, nodding his head, "It's the best we could get. For now, we'll just have to wait it out and hope this Jones kid can find something."
"Mom, five minutes I am begging you." Harley pleaded with his mother, as she tried to hurry him out of the house.
"You missed the bus yesterday, I am not letting you go play in your work shop until after you get home from school and do your homework!" Victoria shot back, ushering Harley and Katie outside their house as she buttoned up her uniform to the factory.
"But this is really important. I made a breakthrough at breakfast about making Katie's water gun shoot farther; I need to go work on it now. My engineering juices won't be flowing like this after school."
Victoria stopped them both on the side of the road near the stop sign and kissed the tops of their heads, just as they saw the school bus driving down the street, "You're engineering juices are always flowing, sweetie. Please, get on the bus and do well in school and do your homework when you get home and don't forget to help Katie with hers too." Victoria ordered before giving them both one last kiss and hurrying to her car.
Harley and Katie both watched as their mother pulled the beat up old car out of the drive way and into the street, doing a complete U-turn and driving down the opposite side of the road from the bus.
Harley waited a few moments until he believed he was out of sight from his mom's car before turning around and running to the garage.
"Where are you going? The bus is almost here!" Katie called after him.
"I'll walk!" Harley called back, even though he knew it was a lie. Bullies were still causing him trouble, so he'd much rather stay home for a day or two (in Harley's case four days in the last week since school had started) and work on his projects than get spit wads thrown at the back of his head. His mother never knew about him skipping school anyway; the school called the house phone at noon, and Harley was the first one to delete the messages before his mother heard them.
It was a bullet proof plan, but he knew he'd need to continue on going to school next week. He was never going to get into MIT if he was known to play hooky so much.
He dropped his backpack next to the door and walked through the garage to his work bench, grabbing some paper and a pencil and beginning his designs.
He spent a good hour drawing out the blueprints before running into the house and grabbing his sister's orange and pink water gun. He brought it back to his work bench, grabbed a few different tools to pry pieces of plastic off in certain parts, before spinning around in his chair to go to his scrap metal barrel.
As he passed by the computer on another desk near the back wall he glanced at it. He hadn't checked Alba's whereabouts in almost a week, but he had no reason to, seeing as there was nothing on the news that would concern him.
He had half a mind to forget it and continue with fixing Katie's water gun, but what kind of Future Iron-Man would he be if he didn't make sure his loved ones were safe? And seeing how Alba was the only one of his loved ones with a tracking device, it was his duty to make sure she was safe all the time.
He abandoned the water gun altering for now, walking over to the desk and pulling out the chair in front of the computer, taking a seat and logging onto the appropriate page set up for the tracking device.
A map appeared on the screen, and a small green dot signified exactly where the tracking device was, which meant Alba was there as well. It glowed green in the usual spot of the coffee house, but the time stamp in the corner read seven PM the night before, so Harley waited a moment for the screen to load completely, to the image on the map changing to that of the street her apartment was on.
Instead, the entire area changed and the screen filled to a forest landscape, the little green dot surrounded by nothing but trees.
"She's in Pennsylvania?" Harley wondered out loud, reading the exact location in the corner of the page, before running out of the garage and into the house, around the corner and into the kitchen where the phone sat on the table.
He took a seat at the table, scrolled through the directory and found Alba's cell phone number, pressed the call button and waited patiently.
Before he heard one ring he was sent straight to voice mail, which left him to believe her phone was dead.
His brows furrowed, and he thought carefully about this. He hadn't spoken to Alba in weeks, but he knew Parker had. His mother had talked to Parker just two nights ago, and Uncle Parker was known to share in family gossip (as everyone was in a big family like theirs), and he hadn't told his mother a thing about Alba going on a sudden vacation to Pennsylvania. Where would she get the money for that anyway? It was a known fact in their family that the only one who had less money than Harley's mom was Alba, who would live paycheck to paycheck most months. So Harley knew there was no way Alba could afford that.
He quickly searched through the directory on the phone again and found his grandparents number. He eagerly pressed call and waited, his knee shaking rapidly, waiting for someone to answer.
"Hello?" his grandmother's voice sounded on the fifth ring.
"Nana, it's Harley."
"Oh, Harley dear, shouldn't you be in school?" she asked, concerned.
Harley shook his head, irritated, "No time for that, Nana. Do you know where Aunt Alba is?" he asked hurriedly.
"What? She should be in D.C., shouldn't she?" She asked, confused.
Harley's stomach seemed to disappear. No way Alba would go anywhere without telling her mom. That's how Harley always knew what was going on in Alba's life; Alba always told either her mother or Parker, and the both of them always told Victoria, who told Harley. If his own Nana didn't know where Alba was, then this was serious business.
"I gotta go, Nana. I'll talk to you later." He said quickly, ignoring her protests for him to wait and hanging up the phone, running as quickly as he could out the front door and back into his garage. He needed to do something.
The brunette was drenched in sweat as she continuously beat the punching bag, her bangs sticking to her forehead and her face set in a scowl as she stared at the red material, punching and punching, sometimes throwing in a kick or two, before continuing her punching.
She was gaining a small amount of muscles on her arms, and her hair had grown longer in the year she had been with S.H.I.E.L.D., but despite it all, she still liked to believe she was the same girl that was picked up by them over a year ago; the same twenty-three year old goofy hacktivist with a sharp wit. Of course, now she knew how to kick some serious ass, thanks to her new S.O. who gave her some rigorous training sessions.
Right now she should be curling up at the table with some coffee and eating some coco puffs, but she didn't have time for that. She was boiling with rage, and she needed to get to work. She had spent all morning typing away, hacking at hundreds of different computers and cameras, scanning every video for the face she knew all too well, all while she practiced her fighting, because she knew a fight would be coming.
"Skye!" a female voice with a London drawl called from somewhere above her.
Skye stopped her punching to look up at the landing where Simmons stood, a breathless look on her face and her eyes wide, "The computers…they're going mad, flashing red with Ward's picture splattered across it. Have you been hacking again?" she asked, confused.
Skye took off in a run to the stairs and up the landing, "How else am I going to find him? I don't care if I'm an official agent now; I'm going to do what I have to do lock his ass back up." Skye said simply, hurrying past Simmons, who was quick on her tail, to the commons area.
The large computer screen in the glass enclosed room was bright red, flashing, just as Simmons said. Ward's mug shot was on the screen along with 'Location: Found' next to it.
Fitz was standing by the keyboard, typing away trying to access the screen, but another window popped up that said 'access denied.'
Skye smirked, playfully bumping hips with Fitz to move him out of the way, "Sorry, dude, but this is all me." She said, typing out her password and the screen focusing on a blurry, black and white video image of a man in a leather jacket jumping out of a van and walking down to the street corner, another man close behind him, a small screen next to the video reading '98% match'.
"He was in D.C." Skye muttered, reading the information on the small box alongside the video camera. Her system had hacked a surveillance camera outside of a bank. She read the address and continued to watch the video.
"What's he doing -?" Fitz started, but Skye quickly shushed him. Her eyes were narrowed as she watched him stand at an alleyway that went behind a few rows of different businesses. After a few minutes he walked down the alley, and not five minutes later the van came speeding back up the street, pulling to a stop, while Ward pulled open the door and his partner dragged a limp body inside.
"Who was that?!" Simmons asked, leaning against the table to stare at the screen.
Skye was fuming, "I don't know, but I'm going to find out." She said, zooming in on the camera to get the license plate numbers on the van. "Who would they want from there? The only places that look open are that butchers place and the coffee house." She muttered, staring at the strip of buildings curiously.
"I'll go tell Coulson we found him." Fitz said quickly, hurrying out of the room to find the agent.
Skye pulled up a new window and searched the license plate numbers, only to find that the van belonged to a middle aged man from Detroit who reported the car stolen six months prior.
"Well," she muttered, annoyed, "We know they stole the car." She said, standing back up straight and crossing her arms.
"We should report to the director and let them know we have a hit on Ward and we'll be bringing him in, hopefully, soon." Simmons said, shrugging in Skye's direction.
Skye bit her lip, staring at the screen, "What do they want with whoever they just took? Is HYDRA in the kidnapping business?"
Simmons shook her head, "During the debriefing of the Helicarrier attacks a man working with Captain America, Samuel Wilson, said that the HYDRA agent he fought told him they don't take prisoners."
Skye's expression only became confused, "But they just took that person. It had to be by force, why else would they be dragging someone into a van? What the hell are they doing?" She muttered, continuing her glare at the screen.
Fitz came running back into the room, his expression nervous, "We're going to headquarters. Coulson says we might need to speak to someone before we begin tracking down Ward."
"If you say it's someone from debriefing I will scream." Skye groaned, her head falling back. She hated the debriefing process the most, and tried everything should could to avoid it.
Fitz shook his head, a nervous yet excited smile appearing on his face, "It's Captain America."