"Bonnie wait!" I called as I chased her down the street. I couldn't have been much older than seven then. It wasn't much long after I'd moved in with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Not much longer after she'd moved in almost next door.

"Hurry up Peter!" She called back over her shoulder.

I was running as hard as I could but my tiny legs couldn't keep up with her. She was always faster than me, even when later I got bit by the radioactive spider, as she calls it at least. Genetically modified is more accurate. I ran up behind her, finally managing to catch up to her because she'd stopped.

"Eugene," she said, looking up at the taller, bulkier kid.

"Parker, Carter," he nodded at us. "Where's you lunch money?"

I reached into my pocket to hand it over but before I could Bonnie swung a punch right into his face. She kicked him in the shin and then grabbed my arm, dragging me at speed along behind her as we ran down the street and around the next corner.

Ever since we were kids Flash had always been a bully, I had no idea why Bonnie had decided to give him a chance he clearly didn't deserve. He wasn't going to change. And he didn't love her either. Not the way I did.

"Yo Parker!" I turned to see Luke waving me down from farther down the hallway.

"You know I thought we were supposed to be starting this thing with Bonnie soon, where is she?" He asked, leaning against a locker with his arms folded.

"She's off doing a mission. I'm not sure when exactly she'll be back but she'll be back for the project," I replied, honestly not knowing.

"It's football practice I'm worried about," Flash commented, entering the conversation uninvited. Just like my life.

"Yeah, Coach is getting pretty annoyed," Luke agreed.

"Gwen is too actually," Flash added.

My head snapped towards the bulky footballer and I glared at him. When had he been hanging out with my girlfriend?

"Yeah?" Luke asked.

"Yeah she dragged me and Patricia down to Oscorp tower and we got coffee. She was bitching about how Bonnie was somehow a man-stealer," Flash explained as we started walking again.

"I'd be interested to find out why she suddenly thinks that is," Luke replied. "Considering you just said she was away on a mission."

"I don't know man," Flash replied. "The day I understand what goes on in womens heads I'll get back to you. Also have you noticed everyone around here is like, super crazy, all the time?"

"Super crazy is right," Luke commented, staring in disdain at a group of nerds arguing over who was better, Power Man or Spider Man.

"You're just jealous because they think I'm better," I joked, rejoining the conversation, trying to take my mind off Gwen.

"I don't get it, Flash," she'd said, not much older than eight years old. "You could be everyone's friend, I mean you're popular. Why be mean to everyone?"

"Go away Bonnie," I replied, resting my chin on my knees as I wrapped my arms around them, leaning against the chainlink fence.

"No," she said, sitting cross legged and leaning on her elbow. "We might not get on but you're clearly upset. I'm not just going to leave you by yourself."

"Why not?" I asked, looking up at her, eyes swollen.

"Because, idiot," she started. "It's the right thing to do."

She'd always been concerned with what was right. I think that day was a turning point for me. Or at least it was why I was always so fascinated by her.

I'd sat at the table in my dark apartment watching old Captain America movies and commercials, reminiscing about the world I'd left behind while I was alone in the one I'd woken up in. I switched the TV off with the remote, that was something I'd have to get used to. Having a television in my apartment. Among other things. I flicked through old SHIELD files instead, staring at the old photos of my friends now long gone. Jim, deceased. Montgomery, deceased. Game, deceased. Jacques, deceased. Happy Sam, deceased. Junior Juniper, deceased. Seemed like every single file said the same thing. Then I came across Peggy's. Retired.

She must have been in her 90s at least almost at 100. I well past late for our date at the Stork's Club. There was another file I was interested in but didn't seem to be there. Where was Bonnie's? What happened to her after the plane went down?

I found Howard's file under Peggy's, it came as no surprise he was also well in his grave. Under his, though, was what surprised me. Stark, Tony. Howard had a son. I grabbed my jacket and headed out onto the street, going for a walk, hoping to clear my mind. It wasn't quite the same as my old one from the war, but it was unlikely I was going to track that one down.

The street was filled with the same hustle and bustle of old New York but this new New York was also filled with paddlers selling things I'd never even heard of. Cars I'm not even sure I would know how to get into. People dress differently, vibrantly and nothing here was wrong, it was all just very different. I could hear giggling up ahead, over the top of all the usual assaulting noise of the busy city. I looked up briefly and saw some glowing blonde hair, the same colour Bonnie's used to be in the sunlight. It seemed odd to me that I'd been given all the files on everyone else except her.

After all the destruction thanks to the chitauri invaders was long since repaired and I was done hearing about supposedly mutated giant lizards I was in and out of SHIELD doing missions for them, until one day, when I was on my way back from Budapest I got a call saying an old friend wanted to see me. As far as I was aware I didn't have any old friends left alive, save for Peggy, and she was in a home now. Still, I went home, got some rest and dressed myself appropriately for the meeting.

By eleven hundred hours I was at SHIELD again and walking through the familiar building. The sun shining in through every large glass window I went through, summer just passing through before the Autumn chill set in. I walked into Fury's office where he'd said to meet him before hand to discuss something.

"I did some checking over the files. You said one of your friend's was missing," he said as I stepped into the office, not turning around to see me enter.

"Bonnie's file was missing, yes," I confirmed. "I have no idea what happened to her after I hit the ice."

"And you said her name was Parker?" He asked and I confirmed.

"We couldn't find her file because that's not her real name. These files were found locked away in Howard Stark's vault along with several journals," Fury said placing the files down on the table. "Tony was kind enough to send them out to us when he found out we were looking. She wants to see you, you know," he said softer, sitting down at his desk.

"She's alive?" I asked shocked, but also ecstatic.

"She's younger than you remember," Fury replied.

"Younger?" I asked.

"We're not sure how she did it," he responded. "But the Bonnie Parker you know is actually Bonnie from the future who went back through tim to see you, for an unknown reason. We're hoping Howard's journals will reveal all that."

"You're joking," I shook my head. Surely this was a prank. "Time travel?"

"We've had theories and methods for years now, none that we were aware of practiced or tested. Although it seemed to fasciate the late Howard Stark and retired Margret Carter very much."

"Unsurprising, she was very close with the two of them, it makes sense that she filled them in. They loved her very much, we all did," I said the last part rather quietly, thinking of Bucky and how much I missed him.

"Unfortunately though, Rogers," Fury replied. "This Bonnie hasn't met you yet."

"If she hasn't met me yet then why does she want to see me?" I asked, surely she wasn't just trying to see me because she was a Captain America fan.

"You're related," he replied.

"What?" I asked, shocked. There were a few back in the day that thought we might have been brother and sister, but we always set them straight.

"You may want to sit down Mr Rogers," Fury gestured to the seat across the desk from him. I took it gladly, getting my bearings.

"Margret Carter was pregnant the time your plane went down," I sucked in a deep breath, realising I'd left her in a mess all by herself. "She gave birth to a Jonathan Carter who twenty years later married Betty Goodwin and had Daniel and James Carter, twenty one years after that Daniel married a Jane Barkley and had a Bonnie Margret Carter in the mid 90s."

"Carter, you mean Bonnie's.." I sucked in a breath. It made some sense. We did always look alike, she had been fond of me from the start. She knew me, and I didn't know her.

"Your great granddaughter, yes," Fury confirmed. "But her file is here if you want to read it."

"No, not right now. Can I see her?" I asked, anxious to see my old friend again, even if she was now related to me.

"She's quite the pistol, your granddaughter," Fury commented and I smiled.

"She always was," I smiled at the memory of every time she punched someone in the street for being rude. How she argued freely with anyone, regardless of gender or rank.

"She got up to this floor, by some feat of genius," he added, seeing as you needed proper clearance to get up here and I was guessing she didn't have any. But that had never stopped her before. "Barged into my office uninvited, insulted me, threatened me and demanded I set up a meeting between the two of you."

"Yeah, that sounds like my best friend," I grinned. "Can I go see her now."

"Yeah, off you go," he brushed me off. "I've had enough of you star spangled, blonde haired, blue eyed devils." I snorted and got up from my chair, headed out of his office.

I went through a few open hallways and made my way to the set of chairs I'd been told she'd be at, and hoped to find her. But it was Bonnie after all and she might have wandered off by now. I walked round the corner to see her blonde hair glowing in the light just like it always did and her iconic features still looked defined but soft. I enjoyed sketching her almost as much as I did Peggy or Bucky just because of how bright her smile was. But I didn't see a smile on her when I rounded the corner and headed up to her. She paled visibly, looking faint. I shot her a smile, hoping to sooth and encourage her. She seemed to calm down by the time I reached her and I put a hand out to shake her hand. I saw her wipe he hand on shirt and I smiled, knowing the sweaty palmed feeling all too well. She took my hand in her grasp and she squeezed back with a firm grip, much stronger than I was expecting but I'd forgotten just how strong she was when I knew her. She was a little spitfire, but I was guessing now it had something to do with her being my great granddaughter.

"So can I call you Bonnie, or should I call you Miss Carter?" I smiled at my private joke, knowing she planed to meet me again at some point and introduce herself as Miss Parker.

"Bonnie is fine." She replied warmly.

"You know Fury told me a lot about you. He said," I started, knowing she'd get a kick out of it.

"Now if he said I'm a bad mouthed teen, with a poor work ethic and no ambition I'm going to have to assume he's in cahoots with my father," she cut me off with a joke, making me chuckle lightly.

"Actually he said you're a very smart and brave girl. You know, you're one of the few people that can hold your own against the guy," I responded, although what I said wasn't a lie, he never quite said it in so many words.

"I like to think I'm a pretty persuasive person." She replied smirking, that was the Bonnie I knew.

"Want to go get lunch?" I asked, hoping she could direct me to a good burger place, as it was our shared favourite.I looked at my watch to check it was a suitable time for lunch and I was right to be starving.

"If you think you can cope with my enormous appetite," she snorted and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Of course I could, and it was nothing compared to mine now anyway.

"Somehow I think I'll manage," I smiled at her. "Hey, I had a jacket like that once," I said, looking her up and down and thinking of the jacket I'd flown over enemy lines to rescue Bucky in. She snorted in response and slid the jacket off her shoulders and presented me the label.

"This is yours," she chuckled.

"Should have guessed," I smiled, she was always stealing clothes from Bucky, Howard and I.