A/N: Thank you Cotton Blossom Diva and Minx for leaving reviews! They are much appreciated. I'd like to know what you all think about the chapters so far! I'm leaning on Captain America/OC but I've been thinking about Bucky/OC too. Enjoy the chapter!

Semira Stark's eyes were wide open.

The first thing that graced her sight was a rough beige material approximately 11 feet above her. From her position, she couldn't tell where the material ended. But one thing was for certain, she was in a tent and not in her penthouse.

It wasn't because of the rough material stretched above her or the itchy sheets that covered her body. It was the smell of dew.

Well, the sheets were also a dead giveaway that she wasn't in her bed before she even opened her eyes but that's beside the point. It was that damned smell.

And it irritated her to no end.

The pungent smell of the outdoors continued to hit her nostrils, her nose involuntarily scrunching up in distaste. She was never fond of camping and fortunately, neither was Tony. Their time and experience of the great outdoors was mostly in an elaborate cabin in the mountains when she was a child.

Shifting her head slightly, her eyes landed on a man fast asleep in the cot next to her and she instantly recognized him. He was one of the young men in the burning building.

The one who fell on her and caused her to black out.

Oh great. It really wasn't all a dream.

She wanted to heave a sigh of disbelief but couldn't remove her eyes from his face.

He was definitely handsome. His features were relaxed, appearing serene compared to the ill and stressed expression he had when she first met him.

Voices to her left grabbed her attention. Semira shifted her head in the direction, eyes landing on a group of people that she didn't realize was here while she was shamelessly ogling the man in the cot next to her. From her angle, she could see a large man and a rather tall woman standing with their backs to her. The gap between the two left space for Semira to partially see another man; nothing more than an arm and leg but it was more than enough to spot a familiar object in his hand.

Her phone.

"I'll have to do some testing in my lab." Whoever was speaking sounded rather excited and her eyes caught a finger running over the glass screen. Instantaneously, the blue interface of her phone appeared at the touch. "I'm not quite sure what this is, but this is advanced technology."

Semira couldn't help the corner of her mouth lifting as the mystery man unknowingly complimented her work. She continued to listen to their group conversation when a gruff voice commanded to have restraints put on her. Knowing she couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a crude joke, she opened her mouth to alert the group she was awake.

"No."

Her eyes landed on the back of the muscular man, his hair a mix of brown and blond hair. The commanding voice had to have come from him. It was familiar and her mind reeled back to the only people who spoke to her since she arrived in this dreadful time.

Johann Schmidt and the man with the helmet from the burning building.

"Rogers, you may have saved those men's lives but you don't have a say in the operations of how we run this facility," the gruff voice retorted. Semira rolled her eyes and had to guess that man was military. The tone of his said as much and was similar in comparison to the lovely DoD members she had met over the years due to her family's business. "Agent Carrington's debriefing has led us to believe this woman may be dangerous."

Rogers, or Mister Muscles as she preferred, did not seem to be having it, and Semira loved every bit of it. It wasn't everyday an American man from the forties would defend her. "She was being held by Schmidt and she saved Agent Carrington's life when she thought he was a threat."

She would have vocally agreed wholeheartedly if it hadn't been for the fact that she didn't know who this Carrington was. She didn't remember saving any –

Oh shit.

He was the Nazi soldier.

"Does she have a name?"

Semira saw this as her cue to alert the poor and unaware people that she was awake. She hated to harp on someone who was sticking up for her but they had to be extremely oblivious to not realize she was awake for most of the conversation.

"The name's Semira. That's my phone. And since this nightmare isn't ending, I'll tell you everything I know for some steak, salad, and a bottle of vodka," she said, pushing herself up. That was a big mistake. Her arm almost gave out on her from her own weight, causing her to swear out loud.

Semira felt drained.

At the sound of her voice, Mister Muscles and the woman immediately turned at the sound of her voice, their wide eyes now on her.

Which led to Semira's eyes immediately landing on the man she nicknamed. Her jaw dropped slightly, realizing who he was.

Staring right at her was Captain American in all his blond hair and blue eyed glory.

She thought about slapping herself at how blind she was that the man standing before her was the same man Tony would groan any time the words Captain and America were in the same sentence. Her brother never failed to mention to her how their dad would not stop talking about him during his childhood.

But she couldn't be too harsh on herself, remembering that she did meet the man while they were inside a building that was on the brink of collapse. And now that she thought about it, the pictures that Tony had did not do the man justice.

Tearing her eyes away from the man, Semira looked over the familiar looking woman that stood beside him. Her dark brown hair coiffed to perfection as her brown eyes gazed into her own. The woman exuded a confidence she had only seen in one woman while growing up.

Peggy Carter.

And didn't Aunt Peggy look spry compared to when she saw her a month ago. Not a gray hair or wrinkle in sight compared to the geezer that stood next to her, whose face seemed to be set in a more permanent frown.

Her eyes moved to the next person. It was the incognito middle-aged agent who decided to play dress up with Nazi uniforms.

His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at Semira, but she couldn't help the wariness as she gazed up at him. He wasn't wearing that uniform, but she wasn't going to let her guard around the man down anytime soon. It was disconcerting how average the man looked without it.

He may be a good man and a loyal agent, but she couldn't shake the image of him wearing a uniform symbolizing such hatred and holding her while they were going God knows where.

For all she knew, the man could be a triple agent.

"Did you say phone?"

Semira's eyes swiftly moved from that man to another, and, this time, she couldn't contain her emotions as her eyes widened in complete surprise. Captain America was nothing compared to this.

Standing before her was the younger version of her who adopted her, Howard Stark.