Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. You know how finals are. Now onto the show!

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"ALL AGENTS, CODE 13! I REPEAT. ALL AGENTS, CODE 13!"

I glared at Fury. "Told you the game would tip him off."

We ran towards the van, chasing after the man. We found him in time square and got out.

"At ease, soldier! Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there, but... we thought it best to break it to you slowly." I rolled my eyes at Fury.

"Break what?" the man asked.

I walked up to him, "Sir, you've been asleep. For almost seventy years."

He looked around him in shock.

I put a hand on his arm, "You gonna be okay, Captain?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I just...I had a date." he turned and gave me a weird look. "Becca?"

"No, Angie." I frowned, "What's wrong?" Who's Becca?

"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "You just remind me of someone."

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I stood outside the med bay, watching the Captain and the doctors through the glass.

A nurse walked out, "Miss Jarvis, the Captain is all clear. You can go in now."

"Thank you." I took a deep breath and followed her in.

His mind clouded up with emotions as I rounded the corner. Even as a stranger, I was so familiar.

"Hello, Captain. I never got to properly introduce myself." I held out my hand. "Anja Jarvis. But call me Angie."

He shook it. "Ma'am."

"Just Angie."

"Of course," he replied, nodding. "Seventy years, huh?"

I gave him a sad smile. "Yeah, it's a long way from the forties."

"Anything I missed?"

"Well, we won….kind of….but there's things we lost, too."

"How much?" he asked, grief dripping from his voice.

"That's for you to find out, Captain," I said, slyly trying to change the subject. "And I'm here to help."

He looked me over. "And why should I trust you?"

"Because I think Uncle Howard and Auntie Peggy would chew me out if I didn't."

"Howard? Howard Stark?"

"Well, Howard would have if he…." He nodded, understanding what i meant.

"And Peggy?"

"She's still around. Bossing around those nurses just like the old days." I laughed, "If only she could tag-team with me on Uncle Tony. That Stark boy would get his ass chewed out for all the stuff he's pulled."

"Howard had a son?" the captain asked.

I nodded in reply. "Yeah, just him. He was Uncle Howard and Aunt Maria's pride and joy. Even if they didn't show it much."

"Sound like he never changed." He looked up at me. "How about you? Where do you fit in this?"

"I-"

"Miss," the nurse interjected. "Visiting time is over. But the director needs to speak with you."

"Alrighty then," I turned back. "I guess I'll see you later. Maybe I can answer your question then."

"Isn't an easy answer?"

"Oh, no, Captain Rogers. It's a lot more complicated than you think."

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Ring….Ring….Ring….

"Hello, you've reached the office of Supreme Genius. There are no available operators at the moment call back later please." Click. I smacked the phone back on the nightstand.

Ring….Ring….Ring….

"What!" I answered.

"I thought I was calling the Office of Supreme Genius?"

"Well, you reached the Office of Too Freakin' Bad." I blinked, slowly recognizing the voice. "Clint?"

"What's up Baby Girl?"

I snorted. "You are definitely not Derek Morgan."

"Ya think?" he countered. "How's it goin'?"

"Well, other than the fact that you kinda left without telling me, and it is-" I looked at my alarm- "3:00 in the morning. I'm doin' just peachy."

"Yeah, sorry about that. It's-"

"-Your job. I know." I picked at my nails. "It would've been nice to say goodbye."

"Yeah, it would have," he replied. "So, I heard you got stuck with Grant Ward."

"Among other things…"

"You didn't." I could feel his eyes widen in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I objected. "It wasn't like that." I felt him glaring through the phone. "And now you're silently judging me."

"Actually the opposite. I'm proud of you."

"Huh?"

"The dude is so by the book, no one has got him to open up."

"All I did was persuade him to play Battleship," I replied.

"How long did that take?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, three hours?"

"That's three hours more than most could handle."

"Maybe….So, how's New Mexico?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"How do you know where I am?"

"Just a guess. That's where Coulson said he was going." I snorted. "Plus, for a super-spy you aren't very good at keeping your location a secret."

"Touche," he replied. "How's-" I heard someone in the background. "Sorry, kid. I gotta go. Talk to you soon?"

My eyes flashed.

I saw a glowing blue scepter, and Clint's eyes glowing the same color. It quickly flashed to aliens flying around Manhattan. And-

"Angie, you there?"

"Yeah…sorry," I replied. "Talk to you soon."

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