Ugh guys, I know. I know. I'm honestly sooooo sorry. I've been busier than ever this summer, and have barely any writing time. That's literally my only excuse. It took me almost a month to get this thing done, and it's still the draft. But I know I have to post something, so here it is. Completely unedited, full of spelling errors XD. Anyway, very very sorry. Hopefully you enjoy this and I promise I will try to get back on track!

"Are we there yet?" Ana whined from the back seat of the car.

Steve made eye contact with her in the mirror. "No, Ana. Not yet."

"But this is so boring," She said, sighing dramatically and burying her face into her wolf stuffed animals fur. "I wanna go see Mama. Why didn't she come with us?"

Because we aren't exactly on speaking terms, there's no way we'd go visit Peggy together. Steve thought, but he didn't say that to Ana. He was still letting her have the idea that her parents were just having a small fight and it would be over soon (he was hoping that too, honestly). "She was busy, evaluating the new agents." It wasn't a lie, she did have to go in and watch the agent's tests, as she was still the scariest agent available. Being six months pregnant somehow added to that fear too, so that was a bonus for her.

"She should tell the agents no because she has to go visit Daddy's friend."

Steve chuckled. "She can't do that, sweetie."

"Well, I wish she could."

"Me too."

"Yeah," Ana said, and looked out the window. Just when Steve thought they'd maybe make it two minutes with silence, she spoke up again.

"Are we gonna be there soon?"

"Yeah, we're only ten minutes away from the nursing home." For weeks Peggy had been begging Steve to bring Ana. Ever since he told her about Ana, actually. She of course had been following the story since Steve had come to visit her early Tuesday morning five years ago nearly in tears. But that she'd actually had a chance to see this baby that she heard so much about, she'd been insistent. "I'm not getting any younger, Steve." She'd said. It had taken weekly visits for years to get her to remember him consistently, but it was a big achievement. And she'd never forgotten Ana either. Which was why Steve had finally given in and agreed to take a road trip upstate with a five year old.

"Ten minutes? That's not soon! That's like a year!"

A very impatient five year old, apparently.

Steve laughed. "It's not a year, it's ten minutes."

"But it feels like forever. You don't think it's long because you took a nap for 700 years."

"70, Ana." Recently, Ana had started to pick up on everyone's constant ice and age jokes, and they were starting to wear off on her. By the time she was a teenager, she'd probably be able to out do Tony.

"Right. 70." She confirmed. Then her expression slowly morphed from content to confused. "Wait... How old are you?

"...A hundred and one."

"Like the dalmatians?"

"Yep."

She paused and stared at him in horror.

"Ana?" He asked. It seemed it had never occurred to her that a seventy year nap actually meant he was over 70 years old. She didn't reply, instead just stared at him. What had started out as funny was now starting to worry him. "Ana? You okay sweetie?" He asked as he reached down to take a sip of his coffee.

"You're a pedophile!"

It took all of his strength to stop him for spitting his coffee everywhere at that moment. "What?! Ana, where did that come from?"

"You had to kiss Mama to get me. And Mama didn't have really long nap, so she's way littler than you. On PBS it said any old guy who tries to kiss someone younger than them is a pedophile. And...and...you did it again! Because I'm gonna get a little brother! You kissed Mama again! You can't do that!"

If she wasn't so genuinely angry, Steve would've laughed right there. In fact, he actually might've a little (a lot), until Ana started crying. "Oh, Ana- Ana. Listen, baby. It's okay. Mama's just as old as me, I promise. She only a few years younger, okay?"

"But then why doesn't Mama look old?"

"...Are you saying I look old?"

Ana nodded and wiped the tears away. "You have white hair."

"What? It's just the lighting," Steve said. "It's blonde, blonde isn't white sweetie." He paused and looked back at her, smiling. "You know, you had blonde hair when you were a baby."

"Really?" She asked, now that her moment of terror was over, she was back to being curious.

"Yeah, ask Mama to show you a picture. Aurora has blonde hair too, she's not old."

"She's almost eight. That's old. But not as old as you. Uncle Tony said that you were friends with George Washington. I asked who that was and he said he was like Peter the Great, the one with the same name as Mama, but American."

"He said that?" Steve muttered, more focused on pulling into the parking space.

"Yeah." She said, nodding to confirm it further.

"We're here."

"Yay!" Ana yelled, excitedly unbuckling her car seat.

Steve quickly got out of the car and walked to open her door before she tried to do it herself and ended up falling on the pavement. The moment he opened the door, she jumped into his arms and Steve remembered he wasn't the only one with super strength. "Whoa, kiddo, calm down."

"But I can't!" Ana said. "I'm excited! I like friends!"

He had no idea where she'd gotten the whole social butterfly thing from, but it wasn't bad, compared to how closed off she was when she first came. Steve laughed, mirroring her enthusiasm. "I'm excited too."

"Yeah!" Ana said. "Let's go!"

They walked into the building, and to the reception desk where the usual receptionist sat.

"Hi, Steve Rogers. Here to see Peggy Carter."

The receptionist looked up. "Yes, and who's with you?"

"Uhh..." Steve paused. He knew the nursing home was associated with Shield, but still... Well, she was already on the news anyway. "Anastasia Rogers."

"Oh," the receptionist's eyes widened. Ana, confused, looked at Steve.

"What?" Steve said.

"Nothing, sorry. I just, didn't think the rumors were tr-"

"Yes." Steve snapped. "Are we done here?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry." She quickly scribbled something down and handed Steve a name badge.

A few minutes later they were standing outside the door to Peggy's room.

"Ok Ana, now Peggy is very old-"

"Like you?"

"Yes. But no. She has trouble remembering people sometimes, so she might not remember you were coming. And she's sick, so you need to be careful with her, okay? Not the type of hugs you give me and Mama. Got it?"

Ana nodded. "Like when you got hurt real bad that one time."

"Exactly. Ready to go in?"

Ana nodded again and crawled into his arms. He picked her up and opened the door. "Peggy? It's Steve."

"Hello, Steve." Peggy said from the bed. She was laying down with her eyes closed, as she often was now. "Come in, sit down."

"I brought someone with me," he said as he walked towards the chair.

At this, Peggy's eyes opened.

"Say hi, Ana." Steve said.

"Hi," Ana said quietly. She didn't really like sick people. "I'm Ana. I'm five," she held out her stuffed animal. "This is my wolf, Voltie."

Peggy propped herself up in bed and turned to Ana, who sat on Steve's lap with the wolf in her arms. Peggy smiled. "That's a very nice wolf. Volt? Wolf in-"

"Russian," Ana finished excitedly. "I added the ie to make it cute."

"I see," Peggy nodded. "That's very smart."

Ana smiled. "Thanks."

Peggy coughed a few times and Steve handed her a glass of water. They sat in silence as she took and drink. Ana watched both adults curiously. She had never been around really really old people before. At least her dad wasn't sick.

Peggy stared at Ana as she adjusted the wolf's collar. Since coming to the tower, Ana had refused to get a haircut, because scissors were a not so pleasant memory from her early childhood, and her parents didn't have the heart to make her go through that kind of trauma yet. Because of that, Ana's hair ran far past her shoulders, almost to her stomach. Even with her aging vision, Peggy could clearly make out the girl's bright red hair.

"You look just like your mother when she was your age," Peggy stated. In her encounters with the Red Room, she had ran into Natalia Romanova multiple times, not all of them had been pleasant. But she still had vivid memories of the little killer with the bright red hair, and it was almost like going back in time when she looked at the little girl in front of her.

"You knew Mama when she was my age?" Ana asked, incredulously. She turned to Steve and he nodded.

"Yes I did," Peggy said. "Speaking of that, where is Natasha today?"

"She couldn't come," Steve said.

"Because Mama and Daddy got into a fight and now they don't talk to each other." Ana finished.

Steve sighed. Of course Ana would see right through the agent training thing, she wasn't stupid. If they wanted Natasha to come they wouldn't have gone on the one day she was busy. As much as he didn't want to lie to Peggy, he really wasn't in the mood for a lecture about his relationship that she had become invested in ever since he first mentioned Natasha.

"Really?" Peggy asked, looking up at Steve for confirmation.

He sighed and slowly nodded.

"Hmm," she said, pursing her lips. "We'll talk later, Steve."

He nodded, deciding it best not to say more.

They talked for another hour. Ana telling Peggy stories about her friends and stuffed animals, and Peggy telling Ana war and Shield stories ("Daddy, you were an actor? That's funny.").

Finally, it was time for them to head home. Peggy had started asking the same questions over and over again, and Steve didn't want Ana to witness her new friend completely loosing her memory. Just as they got up to walk out, Ana stopped and looked around the room. It was filled with different things, pictures, pillows, blankets, drawings, decorations.

"Where's your stuffed animals?" She asked.

"What?" Peggy said.

"Where's the stuffed animals that you have in your room?"

"Oh, I don't have any in here."

Ana frowned. "Doesn't that get lonely? Your mom and dad don't live here with you. Who are you supposed to sleep in bed with when you have bad dreams?"

Peggy didn't have time to answer before Ana made her decision.

"You should keep Voltie here."

"Oh, no. That's fine dear. I don't need to take your stuffed animals." Peggy said, smiling down at the little girl.

Ana shook her head. "No, I want you to take him. I only brought him with me so he wouldn't feel sad since I never give him enough attention at home," she reached down and covered the wolf's ears. "I like my sheep a little bit better. If he's here he doesn't have any competition, and you have a friend. You're my friend, so you should have a friend. Besides, you're the only one besides me and Mama that gets his name." She grabbed the wolf and held him out towards Peggy. "Here."

Peggy glanced at Steve, who was smiling ear to ear at his daughter, then slowly reached out and took the stuffed animal. "Thank you, I'll take good care of him."

Ana smiled as her friend accepted her gift. She turned to the wolf. "You be good. I'll see next time I come visit." Then she turned to Peggy. "My name's in his tag but you can write yours too."

Peggy smiled again. "Thank you, Anastasia."

"You're welcome," Ana said. "Thank you for letting my Daddy sleep for a long time." She turned completely serious. "Or else I would be really old. Or dead. Archer said dead. I don't trust him." She shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, bye Peggy." She reached out and very very carefully (just like her dad said) hugged Peggy. Then ran back to Steve. She tugged on his shirt sleeve and whispered in his ears.

"Is it okay that I gave away Voltie?"

Steve nodded. "Yes, it's definitely okay. I'm very proud of you."

Ana grinned

"Can you go wait in the hall for one second?" He asked.

Ana nodded and ran out into the hall. Steve turned to Peggy.

"I was getting worried for a minute," she said.

"Huh?" Steve said.

"I was starting to wonder if there was any Steve Rogers in that girl, she's so much like her mother. But, I think I just found it." She smiled. "She's a wonderful kid."

"Thanks, Peggy." Steve said. He had to agree, Ana was turning out to be a pretty good kid.

"But Steve," she said. He braced himself for what was coming. "You need to get that girl back. I didn't spend months convincing you to get back out there and find the right girl just to see you let her walk away. You better do something about that. Get her back before it's too late."

Steve nodded. "I'll try, Peg."

"You better," she said.

He smiled. "See you next week?"

Peggy nodded. "Bye, Steve."

"Bye, Peggy."

She watched him walk out and greet Ana outside the door, who immediately starting talking about something. She watched them walked down the hall until she couldn't see any farther, then looked at the little wolf in her hand. Peggy smiled, it did get a little lonely sometimes. It would be nice to have something to remind her that she could always look forward to visits from her captain, his daughter, and hopefully her favorite spy. As she looked at the dog, she opened the tag on it's ear and read the name written in it.

Property of: Anastasia Margaret Rogers

Bruce was tired. And this time no amount of coffee could fix it.

Aria was sick. Well, not exactly sick. She had gotten into some kind of chemical somehow ("It was an accident, I swear!"). And as a result she had had an allergic reaction of some type to it. Since Alex thought it would be good to cover their tracks by dumping the rest of the chemical down the drain and throwing the container out in the outside dumpster, Bruce had no idea what it was. So now he was stuck in his house with a girl who thought she way dying (he could tell it wasn't too serious) and a boy he also thought he was dying, but not of an actual injury. Just boredom.

"I'm so bored," Alex complained. "God, Aria. Why'd you have to go dump that stuff everywhere?"

"I didn't," She yelled from her place where she laid on the couch and tried not to move, because even a slight shift would ruin the perfect balance of ice packs she had strewn across her arms and legs. "I wish it had gotten all over you."

"I wish you had a stronger immune system!"

"I wish you had no immune system!"

"I wish you would be quiet!" Bruce yelled. "Or at least stay out of the lab."

"Sorry," Aria muttered. "It wasn't my fault."

"You're both responsible," Bruce said.

"Except I'm the only one that's dying."

"You're not dying, Aria." Bruce said. He walked over and changed a few of the ice packs (Aria had objected at first but once she realized it wasn't itching as much, she stopped). "It's not that serious. I'd have it fixed by now if I knew what it was you're allergic too. Are you sure they took the garbage out, Alex?"

Alex nodded. "I saw them."

Bruce sighed. "It's probably genetic. If I can get Jarvis to find a record of your mom's old doctors stuff." He was mostly mumbling to himself now. "It might be on a list somewhere. I know it wasn't from me, since I don't have reactions to any of the stuff in the lab."

"Except, you know, gamma radiation." Alex quipped.

Bruce glared over at him. "You're hilarious."

"Yeah." Alex agreed. "I try."

Bruce rolled his eyes and went over to the computer. "Jarvis, pull up Aria's mom's medical records. Bypass all security, as this is a medical problem."

"Yes, Dr. Banner." Jarvis said.

After a minute a message appeared on the screen. Bruce read it.

"She's not allergic to anything? That can't be right. Jarvis. Check again. Dig deeper."

Alex and Aria met eyes across the room. Oh no.

"Actually," Aria said. "I'm fine." She went to stand up, causing a few ice packs to fall off.

"Sit down, Aria." Bruce said.

"But I'm fine, really." She objected. There was no way she was letting him find out about the one thing they weren't supposed to tell him.

Bruce turned around and looked at her, her arms and legs were still swollen and red where the chemical spilled. "No, Aria. Sit down."

"She said she's fine," Alex said. "You don't need to search anything."

"I have found files that are very securely guarded." Jarvis said. "Would you authorize me to hack into it?"

"No," Alex said. "Don't do it."

Bruce turned around again. "Why not? Alex, you're sister is hurt. This isn't time for messing around."

Bruce clicked on the file and it opened. It was the same one Alex and Aria had found. They both watched in horror as he read through it, getting more confused by the second.

"Just... don't read anything." Aria said, though she knew it was too late.

Bruce scanned through everything again.

"Too late."

Kiev, Russia.

The control room was filled with people. All searching everywhere, every hour of the day, for a glimpse of their bosses precious children. Every security camera in every country. Hacked. Every radio station, news station, newspaper- they were all being read. They were dropping hundreds of fishing lines in the water, just waiting for a bite. It had gone on like this for days, months even, with nothing. They were all getting frustrated. The kids were gone, there was nothing they could do. But he had insisted.

"Keep working. Faster. We will find them. And we will bring them home."

So they worked. From interns to the leaders, they all worked. There was never anything, the Avengers did a good job of covering their tracks.

But then there was the news about Anastasia. They didn't manage to get to it before Shield, and like a smart fish, it slipped off their hook before it could be reeled in.

It had seemed hopeless. All those years of work, gone. But finally, as an young boy flipped through the cameras of an ice cream shop in the south, he saw it. A little girl walking past a telephone pole, and two seconds later, the pole had fallen.

He showed it to the boss, and he had smiled.

"We have our bite."