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 couldn't keep her eyes off of the man, her mind reeling at the fact that Howard Stark was standing in front of her and looking as young as he did. He was practically almost the same age as her and looked the exact same way he did in the photos she had back home.

If Semira needed further proof that she was somehow stuck in the forties, then this was it. Well, beside the possibility of being trapped in a coma.

Seeing both her parents again and meeting her biological parents was a dream she knew would never be possible.

Except now.

She could never be thankful enough for Howard Stark. The man traveled to Egypt while on an anniversary trip with Maria, where according to Tony, he insisted on adopting her from an orphanage in the capital city. Oddly enough, Semira could remember him and her mom clearly even though she was just five years old when they passed.

Her eyes began to water at the memories as she continued to stare at the younger version of the man she called dad. He looked so much like Tony, it was actually scary.

If only Tony were here with her.

Tony.

Semira had almost forgot. He wasn't answering her calls and she was supposed to be in Germany. In all her life, she didn't ever remember feeling so frightened for someone than she did at that moment.

Her brother was unresponsive in Afghanistan and here she was stuck back in the early twentieth century with their dad.

Dammit, Tony. Why didn't you answer?

Her thoughts froze when she realized her dad's dark brown eyes were bright with fascination and curiosity as he looked at her. It didn't help that it felt as if her insides were twisting itself in a sense of nervousness, briefly putting her thoughts on Tony aside. The young woman opened her mouth to speak but found her voice gone at the moment. She wanted to say something.

Anything.

"Cat got your tongue, hun?"

A bubble of laughter escaped Semira's lips at his comment, causing everyone to look at her oddly besides Howard who seemed rather pleased. She needed to say something before anyone thought she was mentally unstable.

"Howard Stark, I'm a huge fan," she replied, finally getting her voice in working order. The man's dark eyebrows shifted up in surprise as he looked at her.

"You've heard about me?" he asked, tilting his head in thought. He sounded confused.

Maybe that wasn't the brightest idea to mention she knew who he was, but if he were with Captain America then that would be after his fame's been established. So why would he look so confused for her to know who he was? He was one of the brightest minds and a world renowned engineer at this time.

"You're one of the brightest minds in the world," she said, not missing the flattered look that crossed his face. She also didn't happen to miss the concern etched on his face as well. Something was wrong.

"We would like to know where you came from," a gruff voice said aloud. Semira turned her attention to the older man, whose stern and wrinkled face was staring directly at her. Her mind went into overdrive as her eyes traveled over the man's visage and body assessing him with familiarity until it dawned on her who it was.

Colonel Phillips.

Good God, the pictures didn't do the man's wrinkles justice.

And him asking her where she came from was not okay in the slightest. Telling these people she was from the future as an introduction would get her sent to a mental institution in a heartbeat. And the fact that they were questioning her as soon as she woke up wasn't a good sign either.

"Egypt," she replied smoothly. She was sure the people in the room would detect a blatant lie and, thankfully, it technically wasn't a lie. That's where she was adopted from after all. "Anything else?"

"What did Johann Schmidt want with you?" he continued to question.

Semira raised an eyebrow at his question before shrugging her incredibly sore shoulders. The man was obviously fishing for anything out of the ordinary.

"Double oh seven knows more me than me," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the incognito spy. She didn't miss the look of confusion on their faces but decided to ignore it and continued to fabricate her lie.

"I was just trying to visit my brother when I blacked out and woke up to a roomful of Nazis. Schmidt asked me a couple of questions before drugging me. Next thing I know, I wake up in a burning building, black out out again, and voila," she said. "I'm just a girl who wants to get the hell out of here and go back home."

Her eyes were stock still on the old man, both his eyebrows raised at either her choice of words, rant, or a combination of both.

"Home is Egypt," he stated. She couldn't read the expression on his face but she had an idea he knew that wasn't true. "You wouldn't be able to go back even if we let you go. A battle in El Alamein broke out last month and hasn't stopped since."

The Second Battle of El Alamein.

Now how the hell was she going to be able to seek refuge in either Wakanda or Ethiopia now?

"You going to make me your prisoner too? What are you going to do? Torture me for information that I don't even have? At least Schmidt's creepy ass kept me knocked out the entire time."

The old man grunted and Semira swore the corners of the man's lips turned up oh so slightly. "No, you'll be my guest until you decide to tell me the truth. I'll even throw in that steak and vodka."

A small smile broke out onto her face at the prospect of receiving food and drink. "Medium well, please. And if you throw in the strongest vodka you got, I'll be willing to help you out. Not a fan of Nazis myself."

She'd do anything to potentially get herself out of this tent. That was the first step in figuring out how to get home.

"And how will you help us?"

"Well not to brag, but I'm practically a full fledged genius. Grade A engineer and programmer to boot," she said offhandedly, causing the old man's eyebrows to raise up his hairline.

"You're an engineer?"

The question didn't come from the grumpy colonel but from her father. His eyes were alight with fascination mingled with surprise and she couldn't help her lips quirking upward into a small cocky smile.

"I built that phone in your hands and uploaded a user interface system that I created by the name of Friday. So really, it's more than a phone. It's a compact computer," she said matter-of-factly, staring at the man as his eyes assessed her. A mix of disbelief and perplexity shone through his brown eyes. He didn't believe her and if she looked around, she was sure the others had the same expression.

That was going to change.

Semira wasn't the kind to take things, like having her intelligence questioned, lightly.

"Hey, Friday. What's up?" she asked aloud, her eyes looking over the others' faces.

"Nothing, miss. Nothing at all for the past three months besides being poked and prodded," a light feminine voice resounded begrudgingly in the tent, originating from the phone in Howard Stark's hand.

The phone in her father's tanned hand, slipped from his grasp. The phone softly landed in the grass, the swiveling motion of the sphere in clear view. His brown eyes were as wide as they could be while glancing from her to the phone and back.

"What in the hell…"

Semira looked at him knowingly with a smug smile painted on her face, satisfied of having the element of surprise.

"I wasn't joking. I can't start working on an empty stomach, so how about that food and booze?"