The ride down to the lab felt like it took forever, and Cassidy's nerves were getting to her. There was no way Tony Stark was paying her that much to be a babysitter to the Avengers. The elevator doors opened and she stepped into the lab, serenaded by the loud music of AC/DC.

"Jarvis, can you turn the music down please?" She asked. The AI complied and a confused Tony turned to look at her. "J what gives… is everything okay?" He asked, noticing the uneasy look on her face.

"When I took this job, I was under the impression Shield was paying me." She told him, stepping further into the lab. "They were going to, but then when I found out what they wanted you to do, how much you would have to do to take care of the team, I offered." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But what you're paying me, it's way too much Mr. Stark." She told him. He shivered. "Tony, please. Mr. Stark was my father. It no big deal, really. You're gonna have to put up with a lot, mostly from me, so I want you to be taken care of." He told her. She nodded wearily. "There's no way I can change your mind is there?" She asked, He shook his head smiling. "Nope, get used to it." Cassidy rolled her eyes and turned back to the elevator, taking it up to the main floor.

She was looking down when the doors opened and she stepped out, right into a solid surface. Strong arms caught her before she hit the ground and the words that followed made her heart stop.

"I'm so sorry miss." She looked up into the bright blue eyes of Captain America. She forgot how to speak. She was pretty sure her brain was disconnected. She opened her mouth and shut it. It was him. She could feel it. She stood upright as he let go of her arms. He had a concerned look on his face and she realized she still hadn't said anything.

"No harm done. It was my fault really. Thank you." She said, stepping out of the elevator quickly and walking out of the building.

The doors closed and Steve felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on his head. Her words. The words that were etched into his hip underneath a beautiful swan. No harm done. It was her. Then why had she left so quickly? He'd been waiting his whole life for her. He entered his apartment and went into his bedroom to change.

"Captain Rogers, Miss Cassidy Forbes would like me to invite you to a team meeting today at four in conference room nine." That's right. The new handler to the Avengers.

'Thank you, Jarvis."

"Of course, Captain."

Cassidy sat in her car, hands shaking on the wheel. It wasn't possible. There was no way Captain America was her soulmate. He was amazing, and there was nothing special about her. But he had said her words. She felt it in her heart, the pull towards him. Why had she turned and ran like a coward? She was scared. No, she was terrified. What if she wasn't what he was looking for?

"Crap." She said to herself. What must he think about her now? Running off instead of talking to him? Yeah, real mature, he's gonna want you now. She drove to the mall and parked, taking a deep breath before making a phone call.

"Yes, my lovely?" Nat's voice rang out through the car.

"Nat, I need your help."

"Help with what? Decorating your apartment at the tower? Getting laid? Gun range?" There was a playful tone to Nat's voice that you normally appreciated. Except right now.

"Help like I just met my soulmate and it's fucking Captain America and I ran away like a little bitch."

There was silence on the other line, as if she were waiting for Cassidy to say, 'just kidding'. "Oh shit, you're serious." She said. "Where are you?"

"The mall." Cassidy groaned, leaning her forehead against the steering wheel.

"I'll be there in fifteen."

That was the longest fifteen minutes of her life. She was walking around the store, trying to pick outfits to wear for her new job. She figured she needed to look presentable. She knew how Pepper Potts dressed for press events so she was trying to model it from that. She was failing. There was too much on her mind.

She yelped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to see Nat standing behind her with her hands up. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you Cass, you must be really in your head if you didn't hear me coming." She said softly. Cassidy nodded, turning back to the rack she was perusing.

Nat pulled the jacket from Cassidy's hand and put it back on the rack. "Okay, now I know something's wrong with you because that was hideous. Spill." She said, pulling Cassidy over to a chair to sit.

"I was in the elevator, going down to the garage, and I was on my phone when I stepped out, and I walked right into someone. That someone was Captain America. He said, 'I'm so sorry miss.' And I froze." Cassidy told her. Nat tilted her head. "Why did you freeze?" She asked.

Cassidy stood up and pulled the right side of her pants down, revealing the words on her hip. Nat's mouth formed an 'o' in understanding. "What did you say back?"

"No harm done. Like a moron. Then I practically ran out of the building." She told the spy.

"Why did you run away Cass?"

"Because, my soulmate is Captain Fucking America Nat! He's perfect, the American Dream, what the hell is he gonna want with someone like me." She said softly, looking down.

"Hey. Cass, look at me." Nat commanded softly. "He's not perfect. He is a really good guy. He's been waiting for you. He thought he missed his chance on a soulmate when he came out of the ice seventy years later. This is really good Cass. Give him a chance." She told Cassidy.

The blonde slowly nodded, taking in Nat's words. How it must have felt for him, waking up after all that time, thinking that he would never find his soulmate. She felt selfish for running away.

"Now come on, let's get you some outfits that will make Rogers fall right into your hands." Nat said, dragging Cassidy toward a different part of the store.

Two hours later found them putting all the bags in Cassidy's room back at the tower. She'd gotten a few pairs of pants with blouses, some pencil skirts, dresses, jackets, heels, and at Nat's request, because apparently because she has a soulmate now, she needs lingerie, several sets of panties with matching bras and stockings.

She pulled out a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and a black leather jacket to go with it. She pulled half her hair back and clipped it, putting on her normal makeup, slipping on the outfit, complete with the heels. She grabbed her badge; tablet and her notebook filled with her notes and took a look at herself before going to the elevator.

"Okay, here goes nothing."