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"How's the kids?"

"Pretty good. They miss you a lot," Laura replied. "And you?"

"I moved out of Tony's and the School. I'm on my own now."

"And Marcos?"

"He's finishing up school. He visits every once in a while."

"And what brought this on?"

I sighed. "I passed out again."

"What?" she exclaimed. "You need to get checked out."

"I did. I'm fine," I replied. "It's just stress."

"Then, find a way to de-stress. Meditation, running, something. You're gonna kill yourself if you don't."

"Yes, ma'am…." There was a knock at the door. "Sorry, I gotta go."

"Alright, talk to ya later."

I hung up and looked through the peep-hole. What the….

"Hank?" I asked as I opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, a little bird told me you ran off to D.C." He raised a brow. "Care to explain?"

I motioned for him to come in, quickly checking the hall.

"It's…complicated."

"Can't be that complicated."

"In my life, yes it is," I replied. "I've been really stressed out lately. With New York in general."

"You can't hate the entire state," he joked.

I rolled my eyes. "I can when my job and family life are a pain in the ass."

"What happened?" he asked, blue face paling.

"After I got back…."I sighed. "I had a…vision."

"You have always had visions, my dear," he replied. "What's so different about it now?"

"These aren't normal. I pass out, I ramble, I…." I gulped. "I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"The future. What's coming. I can't keep watching it." My body trembled, shivers running down my back. "I can't…."

His furry blue arms wrapped me in a hug. "Why haven't you told anyone?"

"Because they either will tell me I'm insane or that it's 'just a dream'."

"Not everyone is Charles, my dear," he said. "To be honest, I don't think he is the best in this situation. Never has."

You think…. "What should I do?"

"What did you do when you were stressed?"

"I took a run. Or a flight. Depends on what point in time."

"Then, go on a run," he replied. "Maybe it'll come to you."

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THE NEXT MORNING….

The daylight slowly broke across the sky, as I jogged down the path around the Reflecting Pool. All was silent except for crickets air was cool against my skin and my feet thudded against the ground. I came upon a man and shouted, "On your left," as I passed him. Soon after, I heard footfalls approaching and heard the same as the man passed me.

This went on for an hour until daylight had finally arrived and I sat down on a bench to catch my breath.

The man came up to me. "What's a girl doing out this early by herself?"

"Out for a destress-run. You?"

"Same thing," he replied. "You new 'round here?"

"Kinda. Moved here about a month or two ago." I held out my hand. "Angie Jarvis."

"Sam Wilson," he said, shaking my hand. "Wait, the Angie Jarvis." I nodded in reply. "What is Angie Jarvis doing out here?"

"You know me?"

He shrugged. "Kinda. It's kind of hard to forget the heiress of the Stark fortune."

"Formerly. But I get what you mean." I looked at his sweatshirt. "You military?"

"Formerly. Air Force." He gave me a look. "How about you? You seem like you've been through something."

"Worked in...security...private sector. It does stuff to you."

"I'll agree with you on that." He gave me a smile. Catching his breath, he asked, "Want to get a cup of coffee or something?"

"Sure, I'd like that."

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Over the following weeks, we kept running into each other and became fast friends.

"Okay, Sam. Let's make a deal," I said, stretching my arms. "Loser buys coffee."

He shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"Sweet."I crouched down. "Alright, on your mark, get set….GO!" and I took off.

"Cheater!" Sam yelled from behind me catching up.

I heard his feet approaching and I sped up. "Whatever, Wilson. Meet you at the tree!"

Halfway through the race he caught up and passed me. I pushed myself harder until I caught up, keeping up with him until I passed.

As I approached the tree, awaiting my victory, I saw Sam out of the corner of my eye. He passed me and yelled, "On your left!"

I reached the tree and laid down under it.

He chuckled as he stood over me, handing me some water. "You okay?"

"Perfectly...fine," I panted and took a sip. "Alright, a deal's a deal." I pulled my body up to lean against the tree. "Where to, Sammy?"

He looked at his phone. "Um, I think I'll have to rain-check that coffee date. I gotta get to work"

"No problem." I blinked, "Wait, a date?"

His cheeks reddened. "Um, I mean...Uh..."

I laughed. "Dude, I was joking."

"Joking, right." He stuck his phone back in his pocket.

"Sounds great. I got some stuff I need to catch up on anyways." I reached a hand out for him to pull me up. "Three o'clock at McGee's?"

He grasped my hand, pulling me up. "You got it."

I started to walk away but stopped to look over my shoulder. "Oh, and Sam? Even if it was a date, I wouldn't mind." I turned away grinning and I jogged off.

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"Okay, my dear. Close your eyes..."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I can't, Hank...I can't watch them die again…."

"Don't focus on death. Look for life." He smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Closing my eyes again, I searched and found it. Tony...Marcos...Steve...Clint...Sam?

My eyes fluttered open. Why Sam?

I lifted my head to look at the blue-furred mutant. "Why was he…"

"That's for you to figure out." He sat up and pushed his chair back. "You always do."

I cocked my head. "Not really…."

He laughed. "Don't you have a date?"

My gaze jerked towards the clock. 2:58, CRAP! I frantically grabbed my things. "I'm sorry, Hank. Thanks for coming over."

"My pleasure, Angie." He followed me. "I can let myself out."

"You sure? Cause I can…"

"Angie, go."

I waved farewell and rushed off towards my car.

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My car squealed into the parking lot. I hopped out and ran in. My eyes darted across the room until I found him.

"Sam! I am so sorry," I apologized as I sat down. "I got caught up and I…"

"Chill, no worries." He smiled. "What were you doing anyways?"

"Nothing much," I said as I pulled things out of my bag. "Just met up with my old professor. I help him out with some Senate stuff." I glance at him. "What 'bout you? How was the VA's?"

He shrugged. "Same old, same old."

"Come on," I whined. "You gotta give me something."

"Unless you want to hear about the cute secretary again," He said, quirking a brow, "then no."

I huffed in defeat. "Fine. Want the usual? Coffee, black with a blueberry muffin."

"You got it."

When I came back, Sam was on the phone.

"Look, Mom. It's just a couple of friends getting coffee. Nothing else, okay?" He sighed. "I'll call you back later. Bye."

He clicked his phone shut and rested his elbows on the table and rubbed his forehead.

"You okay?" I asked, handing him his coffee.

He took a sip. "Just my mom. Trying to set me up again."

"Gotcha. I got people who do that."

"Sideburns?" He smirked.

"Yep. That one." I took a bite of my muffin. "Mainly, he tries to get me back together with my ex."

"What happened with him?"

"I met him through school and one of Tony's projects. We dated for a few years, then something happened and everything changed."

"How?"

I leaned back against my chair. "He got involved in something and I got hurt. At the time, we tried to fix things but the damage had been done." I sighed. "I guess I'm still healing from that."

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