I fiddled with my hair again. I mean it didn't need to be perfect and Bucky liked it down anyway and I don't even know why I was even trying so hard to impress him. ABBSBKDJN.

"You're hair looks exactly like the pictures ma'am." Jarvis commented.

"Thanks." Wait. How'd the fuck did he know? "Hey hold on," I started.

"There's a camera in the slate device." He explained before I even asked. "In the drawer there's also a hair comb designed to look like a normal accessory but it connects to my system and it's to help you to navigate through unfamiliar areas and on missions. There's a spare in the black headband in your second drawer."

"Wow, Stark was really thorough." I commented. I touched up my eyeliner again and brushed down non existent dirt on my dress. It was a simple, navy dress with ivory polka dots and I kept my Mary Janes from before on and then grabbed a navy bag to slip my Stark Slate inside. That and the deepest, darkest, blood red lipstick I had. And of course the purse Stark got me. How could I forget the revolver? That was in there too.

It wasn't my only weapon though. There were a few knives and a gun strapped to my legs, under the skirt. There was a knock at the door and I skipped into the lounge. "Just a minute," I called as I realized I forgot my sweater. It was a button up ivory cardigan which I shrugged on and left open. I opened the door to reveal not Bucky or Steve.

"Who are you guys?" I asked the hard boiled military personal in front of me. I'd gone to the trouble of putting the comb in my hair and Jarvis was currently telling me about all the weapons they were carrying, concealed and out in the open and their weak spots.

"That's not important Ma'am. Is this the residence of Bonnie Parker?" The guy on the left asked.

"Depends." I replied eying them suspiciously.

"We're here to deliver a letter to a Miss Bonnie Parker. But if she's not here..." They said.

"Okay fine, hand it over, I'm me." I snatched the letter out of their hands and closed the door in their faces.

"Um, ma'am you do actually need to sign for that." They said, muffle through the door. I ignored them, opening the envelope to find a letter from Erskine saying he'd have to move our meeting a day earlier. He also said I'd be meeting a superior and to keep a lid on my temper. I laughed.

"What's all this then boys?" I heard Bucky's muffled query from the other side of the door.

"Bucky!" I chirped happily as I swung the door open again, sliding past the military dweebs and throwing my arms around him.

I signed for the letter and trotted down the stairs to go and meet Steve, who I assumed was in the lobby. Over my shoulder I heard a short conversation from the soldiers.

"She's pretty." The soldier from the right commented.

"Is she uh, rationed?" The soldier on the left asked Bucky.

"Yes, she is." He clipped, marching off after me.

It's funny, both Bucky and I were telling people that I was taken yet, here I was still single. At least I knew he was interested though, if he's scaring off other bachelors. Well I assumed he was interested already after what he said back at his apartment earlier today.

"Hey wait up trouble." He called after me, speeding up his walking pace. I stopped, mid step so he could catch up. He threw an arm around me and escorted me the rest of the way to the lobby.

"What do you have against the elevator?" He asked me.

"The operator is intimidating." I replied, taking a page out of Peter's book.

Bucky let out a howl of laughter. "You, intimidated? That'll be the day."

"What's so funny?" Steve asked, popping up out of nowhere.

"Bonnie is apparently intimidated by the elevator operator." Bucky explained.

"You're not afraid of anything Bonnie. Nice try." Steve smiled, walking beside me as we left the building.

"So I wasn't sure you were going to say yes when I asked you to come with us to see the Wizard of Oz." Bucky started.

"The Wizard of Oz was released August 1939." Jarvis hummed in my ear.

"Sure it's a little old but," I started.

"It's one of my favorites." we finished at the same time.

He looked at me and I looked at him with the same confused gaze.

"You guys are so weird." Steve broke the silence.

"Rude." I laughed.

"Come on, we've got a movie to see." Bucky said after a minute and practically dragged us along to the theater. Bucky got the ticket and Steve came back with a bag of nuts and a bag of popcorn. Hey offed me some and I grabbed a peanut, breaking the shell and aiming the nut at my mouth. Unfortunately I wildly missed and the nut hit the person behind me in the eye. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I freaked out about hitting some guy, he let out a grunt of pain.

I turned around quickly to see a larger man with a strong man's mustache and a bowler hat. I flashed my big, blue, doe eyes at him. "I am so, so, sorry."

"Ah that's alright doll, it was an accident." He smiled, charmed by what I assumed was my doe eyes.

"Still, I'm super sorry." I continued. I really didn't mean to hit anyone but to be honest I wasn't that sorry.

"Forget it, it's past. I'm Timothy Dugan but everyone calls me Dum Dum." He smiled, offering me a hand.

"Bonnie Parker." I returned his smile, going to shake his hand. He instead took my hand and placed a kiss upon my knuckles.

"Nice to meet you Bonnie. I hope to see you around sometime." He said returning to where ever it was he came from before I hit him with my nut.

"Well he was nice." I chirped as Bucky returned.

"Who was?" Bucky asked.

"My new friend. I accidentally hit him with a peanut." I explained. Bucky just shook his head and lead us into the theater. I was actually really excited, I'd always wanted to see the Wizard of Oz at the theater.

"Hey Tasha!" Clint called, dropping from the ceiling vents.

"What's up buttercup?" I replied, surfing channels on the television.

"You'll never guess what I accidentally witnessed whilst my patrols in the vents." He grinned, also looking somewhat grossed out.

"What Clint?" I laughed.

"You know how we were placing bets on whether or not Peter likes Bonnie more than a friend?" He sat beside me.

"Yeah?" I pried.

"Well I overheard him doing some very personal things. Very personal."

"Like?" I know, or at least I think I know, what he meant.

"He was totally jerking off to her. He was like 'Oh Bonnie' while he cranked one out." He said getting really excited for some reason. He was almost turning into Tony.

"I knew it! I told him he needed to work out his frustrations."

"So you were behind this." He said knowingly.

"I didn't think he was going to start masturbating!" I said a little too loud, just as Stark entered the room.

I watched as before my eyes his face went from Tony neutral to Glasgow grin in seconds. He waggled his eyebrows at me before practically floating over to me. "Who my dear, who?"

"Nice owl impersonation Stark." Clint sassed.

"You'd know all about it bird man." He sasses right back.

I tried slipping away while they were distracted and I made it to the elevator before Tony realized what was happening.

"Uh, uh, uh." Tony waved his finger at me. "Not so fast."

"What is it Stark?" I breathed.

"Tell me what you know, come on, you know I'll just ask Jarvis if you don't." He replied.

"It's about the bet." Clint spoke. "The bet about Bonnie and Peter."

"What happened?" He asked, coming closer as he grinned wildly.

"I can't say anymore. But we were some what right, he does like her more." Clint relied and Tony just accepted. What the fuck? If it was anyone else he'd just keep pestering us until we beat him up or told him.

During the movie I'd leaned over closer to Bucky and rested my head on his shoulder while the boys munched on their snacks. He held my hand and rubbed small circles on it with his thumb when Dorothy was distressed, when Miss Gulch took Toto away. He smiled at me when I giggled at the antics of Uncle Henry, who reminded me of Uncle Ben a little bit.

I smirked and laughed a little when i heard him marvel, "How did they get so many midgets." in a very quiet voice.

I laughed out loud when the Scarecrow commented that people without brains do an awful lot of talking. About half way through the movie, Bucky had both arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap, Steve jumping over a seat. I started to tear up when the Wicked Witch taunted Dorothy with Aunty Em in the globe. Bucky rubbed my arms and placed a few kissed on my neck, telling me without words, that it was going to be okay.

It was small gestures like these that let me know I'd made the right choice, falling for Bucky, even though I wasn't supposed to.

By the time the film ended there wasn't a dry eye in the room. I think even Bucky shed a tear, as tucked his head into the crook of my neck. He sorted himself out though, as did Steve, just before we gathered our belongings and left the theater.

"So?" Bucky asked, throwing arms around both Steve and myself. "Burgers?"

Steve and I laughed as we knew exactly where he was taking us. I don't know why I was fussing so much before, the evening went on without a hitch. I was beginning to wonder if going back was something I'd even want to do at the end of all this. There was nothing that said that I had to. My mission was to get the formula. Which I was halfway done doing anyway.

"Miss Carter, it's time to wake up." Jarvis' voice chimed in my ears. I'm beginning to wonder how long I can actually have these in my ears for.

"Jarvis, what time is it?" I groaned covering my face expectantly. Only there was no light. It was the first month of Spring so I wasn't expecting there to be much light early in the morning but I was expecting some.

"It's half past five in the morning ma'am. My calculations have informed me that in order to reach your destination on time this morning you must be awoken and proceed with getting up."

"Jarvis, I think I'm going to kill you." I yelled, annoyed at the wake up call.

"Not if I kill you first ma'am." He replied and started playing sinister music in my ear.

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS JUST HIM SASSING ME OR IS HE ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME TONY YOU BASTARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

I think I might get up now.

WHAT IF THAT WAS HIS PLAN ALL ALONG

I should probably get up anyway. I sat up tiredly and rubbed my eyes. Why on earth did the doctor thin a 9am meeting in another fucking state was a good fucking idea?!

I growled ferociously. I hate mornings. It was bad enough I had to get up at 6am for school. I tore open my drawers and collected all of my necessary belongings before stomping into the shower. TO HELL WITH THE NEIGHBORS.

"Jarvis?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am?" He replied as I stripped off and climbed into the shower.

"I have to be within five miles of the slate for it to work, yes?"

"Yes ma'am." He confirmed as I rubbed shampoo in my hair.

"And I'm most likely to get searched at this interview/meeting." I started, closing my eyes so I didn't get soap foam in them.

"Most likely, yes."

"Where exactly am I going to put the device where it wont get found?! I can't go in blind Jarvis and I certainly can't be packing too much heat. I definitely need your eyes if I can't bring my firepower." I growled. This mission was getting more and more ridiculous as time went on. I'm not a fucking trained spy. I've already become compromised before I've even gotten into the fucking base!

"Perhaps this is one of the times you should use the slate to confer with Mr Stark. And I suggest the headband camera today, Ma'am." I finished showering and stepped out, drying myself and taking out my belly stud. Certainly wasn't going to bring that with me.

I pulled the internal headphones and cleaned out my ears, washing the plugs and putting them back in. I was a little OCD about hygiene. I'd be yelling at recruits in a minute, telling them to clean more.

I pulled out the slate quickly and dialed Stark. It was amazing how genius he could be when he wanted to. However he still managed to be a complete and utter moron most of the time.

"Bon Bon! What can I do for you princess? I was hoping you'd call, it's pretty boring here at the moment." He grinned.

"Well my genius, playboy, philanthropic, friend we've encountered a problem with your slate device." I just about growled at him.

"Bonnie are you in a towel?" He asked raising a brow at me.

"Yes, it's 5:40 in the morning because I have a meeting with Dr Erskine in New Jersey and I have a problem with your device." I explained, seemingly less angry now I was talking to someone other than the AI with homicidal tendencies.

"What's the problem sugar?" He asked, putting his receiver in a stand and giving me his full attention.

"Well I'm most likely going to be searched when I get there so I can't take many weapons, so I'll be relying mostly on Jarvis' input. Right? And because of this it means I have to take the slate with me as I can't be more than 5 miles away. But if I take it with me, they'll find it because I'm going to get searched. See my problem? I have nowhere to hide it because it's too big." I rubbed my temples.

"Okay. I can deal with that." He said after a moment. "The wheels are already turning Bon Bon. Don't you worry Princess, Tony Stark has got you."

"It's good to hear your voice again." I replied. "It's crazy, this mission. I'm in another world. It feels like my life before now was in another life, it feels like it was just a dream. But at the same time this doesn't feel real. The only reality I get is Jarvis who I think is secretly plotting to kill me. He scares me."

Tony laughed. "Don't worry Bonnie, he follows the three rules just like everyone else."

"Yeah but you saw how well that went for Will Smith." I commented.

"Trust me Bonnie, Jarvis isn't going to kill you. He's just a sassy little shit." Tony replied. "Now, go finish getting ready and call me when you need to leave."

"Okay, I love you Tony." I said as my goodbye where he muttered something under his breath.

"Yeah you wont for much longer kid." I muttered. The regret of what I did, sticks with me, even now after 22 years. I pulled up the files I'd already been working on along with the latest prototypes. I had to make a better version of the slate with similar technology to that of my suit.

I closed of the lab completely and locked all the vents. I would not be disturbed while I worked on this project, Bonnie depended on me and I'll be damned if I fail her.

To say I was fretting would be an understatement. This was a real mission. This wasn't a task in the small amount of training I'd received. This wasn't like the time I tried to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D in order to find Steve, which when I come to think about it that little shit already knew who I was.

Hold up, back peddle. I'm supposed to be fretting here, not mentally murdering Steve. I sighed and ran a hand shakily through my hair. I just had to remember that these people had no reason to be suspicious of me being from the future. The weren't going to figure out that I have come back in time. Any "tests" that they make me do are just standard security tests. They might be suspicious that I'm a spy but that's okay, I can deal with that.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I heard a loud BANG from the other room. Before I could pull out my gun Tony was walking into the living room from my bedroom.

"Hey princess." He grinned.

"H-hey Tony, gave me a fright there." I said, standing up and brushing myself off.

"So, you are definitely going to love me forever." He pulled out a white gift box wrapped in a red ribbon. "Wait till you get a look at this." I certainly was excited. His appearance had instilled a wave of confidence over me. I wasn't nearly as scared as I was before.

"So it's discrete?" I asked. "Nobody will find it?"

"Not a soul." He replied smugly.

I opened the box to find a copy of the holy bible inside the box. My confidence was washed away and replaced with red hot rage. "ANTHONY EDWARD STARK ARE YOU FREAKIN' SERIOUS!?" I screeched.

"Chillax buttercup. Just take a closer look would you?" He didn't even look phased at my yelling.

I turned it over in my hands and flicked through the pages. I was actually wondering if he'd handed me an empty book just to mess with me.

"Slide off the cover and check the spine." He instructed. I did as told and gripped the pages inside the book. The cover of the book slid off and a pocket emerged on one side of the spine. Inside the cover was a glass and metal piece of technology no thicker than a piece of cardboard.

"What the? How did you do this?" I questioned. On the back there was a little triangle. It was Tony's Element. "Is this?" I asked before he nodded.

"Arc reactor technology. I started on it as soon as I left you. It's connected to Jarvis and your other slate device. I also made this." he handed me a bobby pin. "It's an upgraded version of the J cam devices on your headbands and stuff. This is more discrete and you can pick locks with it." He joked. Or, was he serious?

"I don't know why I ever doubted you." I replied, grateful for all his help. I really didn't understand why he was being so nice.

"Me either." He grinned. Smug bastard.

"You know Steve's going to be seething when he finds out how many times you've visited and how much you've been able to help me. He still thinks you're an arrogant jerk." I laughed.

"That's because I am. And I don't know what you're talking about, Soldier Boy loves me." as if on cue Jarvis started playing Crank That Soulja Boy.

Tony petted my head and stepped back through the portal. I was really going to miss him.

I'd stepped through the portal no less than a minute ago and Bruce was already on me.

"So you figured out how to unlock the lab then?" I asked.

"I did." He agreed. "And you know I could have helped you with the slate Tony." He looked hurt.

"I know you could. I wanted to do it on my own. It was personal. I owed her. I still owe her." I said, turning off the machine.

"Well now you're back I have something to show you about Bonnie's brainwave functions. I also noticed something weird in her blood. Well, more weird than having powers that rival the Captain America." He commented.

"What's wrong with her brain?" I asked, intrigued. But, biology wasn't really my thing. Unless you meant "biology".

"Well nothings wrong with it per say. But some things look a little off."

I had my bobby pin in my hair, headphones in my ears and bible in my bag. I also had a few HG Wells novels in my bag as I figured I'd be doing a lot of waiting around. I checked myself in the mirror, hair was perfect, or so Jarvis said. My makeup was done well and there was no red lipstick on my teeth, I sighed. There was always something I forget and I can't remember what it is.

I was wearing my revolver on my thigh with some speed loaders on the other side. There was a very discrete pen knife in my handbag along with a real pen and a note book. I took my resume and slotted it in there with a tube of my lipstick.

"Jarvis, have I forgotten anything." I asked after a while.

"Yes ma'am you haven't eaten breakfast." Bingo.

"I honestly couldn't eat a thing right now. I feel like I'm going to throw up." I replied. My nerves eating away at me. I checked my watch, it was almost time to leave. I headed towards the door just as I heard a knock.

"Great, who on earth could this be." I asked aloud, mildly annoyed. I pulled open to reveal none other than Howard Stark.

"Bonnie Parker, I presume?" He sounded very suave.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud, shocking both myself and ruining the composure of Howard.

He looked at me taken aback. No longer trying to charm his way through the front door.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, this is she." I said after a minute.

"Wasn't expecting such a warm welcome." He replied sarcastically. I certainly hadn't spoken like a lady of the time. More like a lady of the streets.

"Uh, sorry about that. You caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting you." I explained.

"The uh Doctor sent a telegram yesterday, I guess you didn't get it."

"Apparently not..." I agreed.

"He mentioned that you lived in Brooklyn and hoped to send someone to come pick you up and escort you to the meeting." Howard had regained some of his color.

"Uh yeah, thank you. You would have had to get up hours ago, sorry about that." I replied, not really sure what to say.

"Yeah he was going to send one of the troops but I volunteered and I'm glad I did." He was back in action again. I apparently hadn't shocked him that much. "Not every day you get to drive around with a dame as pretty as you." He shot me a charming smile, which I'm sure might have worked on someone who wasn't me. I mean come on, I was Peggy Carter's great granddaughter.

"How many women does that work on?" I blurted out.

"Never tried until now." He smiled, honestly. "The other lines usually work."

"Really?" I replied with sarcastic surprise.

"Apparently not on you though." he held out his arm for me to take as I locked the door behind me.

"Apparently." I agreed, taking his upper arm and allowing him to escort me from the building. As we exited the building a worker from the deli across the street handed him a bag and Howard gave her a great, big, gross, soppy, wet kiss. She giggled appreciatively and accepted payment from him. Cash and a kiss? Now I see why she worked there.

"Hungry?" He asked, still trying to charm me as he opened the passenger side door for me and handed me the food.

"Okay, I've changed my mind." I said as he entered his side of his car. I'd just taken a bite out of one of the bagels. "Now I like you."

He raised a brow. "So it wasn't the lines, it wasn't the car and it wasn't the fame." He started. "It was the food that impressed you."

"Well there's a phrase, the way to a man's heart is food. Well I guess that works on me too." I replied, laughing. "Plus, material things would never impress me. It's your personality I care about."

"Uh huh." He said, pulling the car out onto the roads. "So what kind of personality would I have to have to impress you then?"

"Well, I have a fairly outspoken, stubborn and hot headed personality so you'd have to be able to accept that. Not put up with, not deal with, I'm not something you learn to live with. You have to accept me for who I am."

"Right," he prodded for more. He was actually interested?

"And you'd have to be patient. You'd have to understand that while I'm not the smartest person on the planet I still have a brain and it functions and if you treat me like an idiot I will in fact have to murder you." He laughed at that one. "And lastly, you'd have to like me and not my face."

"Not your face? It's a nice face." He replied.

"It's all people pay attention to." I explained, and he looked at me rather sadly. "I don't really know why though. It isn't all that much to look at."

"You keep talkin' like that and you're going to drive me round the bend, doll. You're a knock out girl and you should never forget it. Never let any one tell you your nothing." He replied and pulled a bagel out of the bag, driving with one hand and eating with the other.

In took two and a half hours to get from Brooklyn to New Jersey. Which means Howard would have had to get up around 3 am to leave at half past three and come pick me up.

"Holy shit." I exclaimed.

"Doll you really ought to stop talking like that." Howard replied, parking his car near the recruitment base.

"You got up at three am to come get me?" I asked.

"No, I just never went to bed last night." he explained.

"That's crazy!" I yelled at him.

"Well, I was excited to meet you." He replied, ignoring my yells.

Most of the drive down I was either eating or reading one of my books, I was fairly quiet so I'm not really sure if I lived up to Howard's expectations but it's not like we could just start a game of 20 questions.