"Sarah? Sarah, let's go. This is getting creepy." Morgan pressed, knowing full well what Sarah was about to uncover. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a scrunchie, pulling back her long brown hair as she prepared herself to explain what was in that closet. This should have been Steve's job, not Morgan's, but here she was.

Sarah was already there though, at the brink of the unknown. She felt her whole body quake, considering for a brief moment that whatever was on the other side of the closet door wasn't important. But something inside her soul told her it was. She took a deep breath and pulled open the door, revealing the shattered Captain America shield.

Morgan held her breath, waiting for Sarah to question it. Sarah just knelt down though to study the dirty metal disk, a third of it hacked off on the edge. "Is this..." Her breath was shaky as she traced the red stripe with her eyes as she reached out toward the shield.

When her fingers touched the cool vibranium though, she was somewhere else. She stood quickly and turned, seeing a massive spaceship in the sky with a billion faceless soldiers marching toward her. Sarah felt her legs go weak at the sight as she clenched her heart, allowing herself to fall in panic. The sky looked like it was on fire, and she was surrounded by rubble, and not much else. Suddenly her vision turned to the left and she saw him push himself to his feet.

"Dad?" Sarah whimpered, shifting to take one step on her hands and knees toward the beaten soldier. His face was so covered in dirt and grime she could hardly recognize him, but somehow Sarah knew. He gasped for breath, more winded than Sarah had ever seen her father, and stared daggers into the monster in front of him. Sarah followed his gaze to who she assumed was Thanos. It was a front row seat to the most horrifying thing she'd ever seen.

Then she saw her mother.

Kayla pressed a kiss to Steve's shoulder blade and lifted her lips to his ear, and Sarah heard her words like she was in Steve's head, "There will be no orphans today." She shuddered as she watched her mom take a step back, allowing Steve to stand alone before the alien army. He tightened the strap of the shield onto his arm, and she was back in her attic.

She felt like she was hovering in space for a moment, understanding her world fully for the very first time, "My dad was Captain America."

Sarah collapsed onto the ground and Morgan dove after her, "Sarah! What happened?" Morgan asked in terror as she grabbed onto the blonde, but when Sarah looked at her, she was suddenly back at the cabin.

She looked around, seeing everyone from her vision the day before, but this time, the dock was empty. Sarah looked up at the sound of the door opening, seeing Pepper and Morgan leading the processional, Pepper holding a wreath in one hand and Morgan's small hand in the other. Sarah tilted her head as she watched them move, seeing the large man with the mustache- Happy- she remembered Happy. And then she saw her dad walking behind and reached out to touch him, but he moved through her, nothing but a memory. She saw him look up and offer a soft smile, and Sarah turned, seeing Kayla at the edge of the line with Bucky. Kayla waved at Steve, then ducked her head against her infant son so her husband wouldn't see her cry.

"Huh. This is unexpected." Sarah turned to the voice, seeing the slim brunette staring at her, not through her like everyone else. Before Sarah could question it, she was back in her attic in Morgan's arms.

"I- that- what... you- I-" Sarah stammered as she raked her fingers through her long blonde hair. She looked at Morgan, who was trying to smile bravely, but Sarah was way beyond being treated like a child. "I was back at the cabin. I saw what I saw at your mom's funeral, it was another funeral. You were there, and your mom was there, and my parents were there with James. What did I see?"

"You're seeing things?" Morgan asked, reeling from this information almost as much as Sarah was. "I think we should take you to the hospital, something's wrong-"

"No." Sarah said defiantly, looking over her shoulder at the shield again, "No, I want to understand this." She reached out and touched it again, with her hand fully extended onto the white star. Sarah put her hand up over her eyes as there was a bright flash, and suddenly it vanished and heard a slight sizzling beneath her feet. She looked down to see a glowing blue cube burn through the floor below and fall into the sky.

The sky. She looked up, she was on a plane. Captain America bent down and scooped up his shield from the ground near her, looking right at her, but he couldn't see her. Sarah tilted her head curiously at her father. He looked so young. She suddenly realized she'd never seen any photos of him as a child, or even as a young adult. Now she knew why.

He quickly sat down the shield to the right of the pilot's chair and pulled off his cowl, offering Sarah her first really good look at her young father. She wandered around to the left of the console, watching as he situated himself, looking at the gauges. He looked ahead, and Sarah saw the hope and determination leave his blue eyes, replaced with sad resignation. Sarah's lip quivered as she took a step forward, reaching out for her dad despite knowing she wasn't really there.

"Come in, this is Captain Rogers, do you read me?" He called loudly, trying to be heard over the roar of the air. The plane had a massive hole in the windshield, and Steve didn't seem to know how to fix the situation. Sarah was so fixated on him that she vaguely heard the British voice on the other end of the radio. "Peggy! Schmidt's dead!" She heard the woman ask about the plane and her dad blew out a huff of air as he tried to figure out the controls. "That's a little bit tougher to explain."

Realization hit Sarah like a ton of bricks, all her history lessons flooding back to her as she grabbed onto her head in panic, "No. No no no. I can't be here. I can't watch this." Sarah crouched down, willing herself back to her attic. She closed her eyes and covered her face, praying that the next thing she heard was Morgan's voice.

"I gotta put her in the water."

Sarah felt her heart shatter as she looked up to see him shove the controls forward, talking to whoever this Peggy was on the other end of the radio. She'd never seen her dad so scared. Sarah felt a tear slide down her cheek as she braced herself, unsure of what would happen to her when history came to life.

"We'll have the band play something slow, I'd hate to step on your-"

The impact knocked Sarah back as the plane was plunged into freezing cold. Sarah crushed her eyes closed, but after a moment, everything was warm. She opened her eyes to see herself back to reality, but still far from home. Sarah was in an office building, and there were aircraft carriers falling from the sky outside the floor to ceiling windows.

"You know you can't win against me in a fair fight." Sarah's back stiffened at her dad's voice, turning to see Steve facing off against a scruffy, dark haired man. Off to the side was a third man, and Sarah squinted her eyes, remembering him from the funeral. The vision, not the real one. Sarah was beginning to struggle between what was real and what wasn't anymore.

The dark man raised a gun toward Steve, "Who said anything about a fair fight?"

"No!"

The gun didn't make a noise, but Sarah's mom still looked stunned as she held onto the gun, the barrel pressed against her chest. The man growled out, "That wasn't meant for you."

But Kayla smiled a little, despite the clear pain she was feeling, "I know." Sarah stumbled back a step as her father pummeled the man into the ground, not relenting until the third man called his name.

Sarah crossed to her mother, seeing Kayla grow weaker as she struggled to breathe. She was becoming more and more frail, and unlike her father diving into the arctic, Sarah didn't know how this nightmare would end.

"It was the antidote. For you." Kayla struggled out, loosing the ability to move. "Damn this stuff works fast. It degenerates muscle mass- which is very painful." Sarah looked from her mother to her father, then pressed both hands to her head in shock. In U.S. History they learned about the fall of SHIELD after Captain America revealed they'd been infiltrated by Hydra. The Triskelion fell and killed the President's daughter. Her name was Kayla.

"Kayla Ellis? My mom is Kayla Ellis... but she died..." Sarah muttered to herself, beginning to drift away from the vision. She clenched her fist and closed her eyes, willing herself back to her home.

I can control it. I can control this.

Before she left though, she heard her father crying, "I love you- I love you so much, don't-"

"I love you too, Steve-"

The breath was ripped from Sarah's throat as she sat up. She was back in her attic with Morgan, who was staring down at her with wide eyes, holding her phone in her hand. "Hey Dad, she's awake again. What should I do?"

"I'd suggest not letting her touch anything else." Tony's voice said over the speakerphone. Morgan nodded slowly, never taking her eyes off of the mystical blonde.

Sarah reached out and carefully pat Morgan's arm, bracing herself to be flown somewhere else, but she didn't. "I have no idea what just happened. But I have a lot of questions, and I think I need answers. Like, yesterday."

Morgan swallowed and leaned her face toward her phone, "Dad, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up before he could respond and Sarah sized up her friend curiously.

"You knew didn't you?"

Morgan took a deep breath, leaning against the closet door that should have never been opened, "Yeah. My dad was very honest with me when I got older. About everything. Including how he died and your mom saved his life with her variation of the super soldier serum that created Captain America." She finished her explanation quickly, pulling her lips into a tight line as she waited for Sarah to respond.

"And your dad is..." Sarah asked, suddenly realizing everyone in her life was significantly more important than she'd given them credit for. She sat up straighter and her jaw fell, "Tony Stark. Your dad is Tony Stark... you're Morgan Stark. Fuck, I'm such an idiot!"

"It's okay! It's okay!" Morgan exclaimed, grabbing Sarah's upper arms as she raked her hands through her hair anxiously, "We tried really hard to make sure you guys didn't find out. Like, really hard. Why would you think that your uncle is Iron Man? I mean... yeah, you guys were kind of stupid for not figuring this out. There are trading cards with your dad's face on them."

The blonde rubbed her face, trying to accept the new information she was receiving, "Okay... So that funeral I saw... that was your dad's?"

"Yeah." Morgan answered.

"And my mom... my mom is Kayla Ellis, right? The President's Daughter who faked her own death, and then was sentenced to death after the return of the fallen?" Sarah pried and Morgan nodded. Sarah broke into a grin, "And my dad- he's Captain America. Like, the original Captain America. My dad was born in the forties."

"I mean, I'm pretty sure if he fought in World War II he was born before the forties." Morgan whispered rapidly, still staring at Sarah with wide eyes, "I'm freaking out. Are you not freaking out? Like, I am freaking out more than you." Morgan began to hyperventilate a little, breathing through her lips to calm down from the anxiety attack. "You kept zoning out and coming back to and it was freaky."

"How did my mom survive execution? If she's really Kayla Ellis she should be dead." Sarah asked and Morgan continued breathing deeply.

"Group effort. My dad, your dad, and your Uncle Bucky worked together to fake your mom's death so they could raise you and your brother and give you a normal life."

Sarah looked to the closet, considering pressing her luck with whatever other treasures lied with in, but Morgan's voice cut her off, "Don't even think about it."

"I have to talk to my parents. I have to understand why this is happening to me." Sarah breathed out, finally pushing herself to her feet. She tentatively reached down and offered Morgan her hand, and the brunette took it, but Sarah wasn't really strong enough to help her up, so she pushed herself to her feet. Sarah swallowed hard, reeling from the out of body experience she'd just had, "Why is this happening to me?"