Sarah scrambled down the stairs from the attic with Morgan hot on her tail. When she reached the bottom, she gently herded Zawadi away so Morgan could put the ladder back up. As Morgan climbed the chair to put the ladder back into place, Sarah knelt down and rubbed her dog's ears fondly, "Shhh, it's okay. We're back."

Sarah shivered, feeling a brisk breeze on her back, and looked up to find herself outside. She studied her surroundings, realizing she was at the National Mall. "What the-"

"On your left."

Sarah stood up as a man went sprinting by her. Zawadi, still not fully grown, barked loudly and ripped himself away from his owner's hands, taking off after the runner with his leash trailing behind him. Sarah turned to see her mother, young and honey blonde, take off running after the puppy and the man he chased. Sarah watched as her dad slowed to a stop, turning to approach the canine cautiously before scooping up the leash.

"Miss Ellis!" Steve yelped in the distance, and Kayla replied with an equally terrified, "Ste-Captain Rogers!"

Sarah clenched her fist, focusing on the memory and imagining herself getting closer. She reappeared beside her parents, watching in wonder as their conversation became more heated after casual pleasantries. Kayla tried to leave, but Zawadi laid at Steve's feet, causing her to grow more agitated as her daughter watched anxiously, waiting to see how the exchange would end. Sarah knew how her parents worked- they'd whisper and glare and make up when the bedroom door closed at night. This was different though. Sarah grinned to herself as Kayla yelled back at the soldier, "They aren't together yet," Sarah inhaled sharply as Steve softened and took a step closer to his future wife.

"Why me? Why would you want me? I'm not the type of man you want... I can't give you what you want." Steve's voice was quiet, but intense as he looked down at the thin blonde with a deep frown. His devastation broke his daughter's heart, but she saw her mother's hungry eyes scan over Steve's face. Sarah held her breath, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Even Zawadi looked up from his place on the concrete, watching as his owner and this stranger were practically touching noses.

"Steve, all I want is you."

It was Steve Rogers who grabbed the woman and pulled her to his lips, kissing her desperately like he'd never get to again. Kayla responded by grabbing his cheeks and holding him close to her so the moment could last forever. But it didn't. Steve pulled away quickly and took off, leaving Kayla to watch him go, touching her lips softly. Zawadi sat up and looked at his owner expectantly, as if waiting for her to chase after the man, but she just watched him in a love struck daze, "Steve..."

It was then Sarah realized it was the first time. They didn't know they'd end up together, and they didn't know what they'd become. Sarah looked down at her hand and snapped her fingers, bringing her back to reality.

"So, how was that? Did you get a good look into the canine psyche?" Morgan asked dryly as she waited patiently for Sarah to stand up.

Sarah smiled to herself, "Yeah, something like that."

"We have to go Sarah. Do you think you can control this?" Morgan said as she lead Sarah down the stairs and grabbed her purse, pulling out keys to her Corvette, "I can drive."

"Yes. I've got this. It's getting better, easier... whatever it is." Sarah mumbled as she grabbed a light jacket from the hall closet, "I'll give you directions, it's-" Sarah looked at her watch, "it should be halftime, we have about an hour before it's over. I want to see my parents now, they are the only people who know why this is happening."

Morgan clicked her fob and her hot rod red convertible roared to life as she flung open the door. Sarah hopped in beside her and pulled her seat belt on, clicking it moments before the car squealed into reverse and sped off down the road toward the football field.

"So I'm going out on a limb and guessing your brother doesn't know either?" Morgan questioned as the wind whipped her ponytail behind her. She tapped away on the screen, pulling up a police radar scanner as she drove, "Doesn't he think it's odd that he's stronger and faster than everybody else?"

"Not really, he's not stronger or faster than Mom and Dad." Sarah grumbled, pushing back her hair as it flew across her face, "He just thinks I'm really weak."

"You're like, a regular person. He thinks you're the exception, but you're the rule..." Morgan babbled on, slowing down as her radar began to beep, "So he's been playing football for a while? I'm surprised your parents let him do that."

"He doesn't think he's any different than anyone else." Sarah wondered if her brother realized he was exerting less effort than everybody else, or if he thought he had reached peak human ability on his own. "He's a great player. He plays football and basketball. No track and field or baseball though. Dad convinced him not to."

"Probably because he knew having a super soldier swinging a metal bat would be lethal." Morgan mumbled as she approached the small town football field in the local park, "Hold on!"

Morgan cranked the wheel and spun the car around the corner and into a parking spot in the grass. Sarah grabbed the car's frame and center console, clinging to life as Morgan slammed the car to a stop. She quickly turned off the engine and hopped over the door as Sarah scrambled out to follow her, "What's the plan?"

"Uh, find your parents. Tell them you keep falling into these weird vision trances." Morgan stated matter-of-factly. "No offense, but I don't want to be responsible for when you start zoning out in the street and get hit by a bus."

"Thanks. I appreciate that." Sarah snorted as she struggled to match the brunette's pace. "The bleachers on the north side are our home section. Mom and Dad will be over there, we just have to go around the side." Sarah motioned around the field and Morgan tapped away on a thick band wrapped around her right wrist. "What's that?"

"Oh, nothing. Just can never be too prepared. Keeping all the systems in the car active." Morgan fibbed before pulling the thin sleeve of her yellow blouse back down. She looked over all the boys on the field, but her smile widened when her gaze landed on the bench. Sarah watched her, crossing her arms knowingly. Morgan noticed Sarah's expression and shook it off, "I'm sorry, I'm excited to see him. I have, like, five friends, and only two of them are remotely close to my age. Hint: it's you two."

"I didn't say anything." Sarah retorted, but Morgan was already walking toward the bleachers as the third quarter came to a close.

"Twelve minutes left and we're getting our butts handed to us. Come on, you guys can do better than this!" Coach told the team as they huddled up. He looked at the score, then back to the boys, "We're gonna need two touchdowns to turn this around. We're down two players with Reynolds and Carter benched, I'm gonna need you guys to step it up. Let's go team!" They all yelled as they ran back to the field, James and Chad sidelined as the crowd behind them cheered.

"This is your fault, Carter. If you hadn't been such an asshole we'd both be on the field right now. When we lose Homecoming, this is on you." Chad sneered but James just chewed the inside of his cheek as he watched the field.

Something yellow in the distance caught his attention, and James lifted his head to get a better look. When he realized who was there, he swallowed, trying to push down the blush that fought its way into his cheeks. He began to tap his foot restlessly as he watched her approach, stopping only when she looked right at him and offered a slight wave. He waved back, straightening up on the bench as the opposing team made it to the ten yard line.

The coach cursed under his breath, looking up at the timer to see nine minutes left on the clock. "Carter, you're up. Defense."

"But I'm the quarterback!" James yelped loudly as he jumped to his feet.

"You wanna play or not? Don't let him through that line!" The coach called as James beamed, pulling on his helmet before taking to the field. The crowd behind him went wild at his appearance, and Kayla grabbed Steve's right arm as she bounced up and down on her heels.

"They're letting him play!" Steve smacked Bucky's chest and pointed at his son as Bucky nodded, clearly able to see what was happening as the crowd around them started chanting.

"Carter! Carter! Carter!"

James settled into place on the line, subbing in for Hunter, who waved his fist triumphantly at his friend's arrival. James shoved his mouth guard in and stared down the opposing player, shifting his feet in anticipation. The call was made and the ball was thrown, passed in the opposite direction that James was in. The other team had caught the crowd's reaction to the new player, and purposely put him in the dark. While they were all focused on keeping the ball away from James, Brent was able to intercept the football and take it running in the opposite direction, causing an uproar in the stands.

Steve cheered loudly as James cut around the other side, easily catching the ball Brent threw and ran it into the end zone for a touchdown. Kayla jumped up and down proudly, ignoring the way the bleachers wobbled under her movement. Bucky grinned as he held Tessa tightly to his left, helping her keep her balance on the bleacher seat so she could actually see the game.

"Carter! Carter! Carter!"

Kayla shifted up on her tiptoes to yell in Steve's ear, "I'm so glad they let him play! They might actually win!" She pulled her son's Letterman jacket around her shoulders as the wind picked up a little, and Steve pulled her close to his side to keep her warm.

"Look! Up there!" Sarah pointed into the stands where her parents stood with Bucky and Tessa. "Let's go."

Morgan looked where Sarah had pointed, a grin breaking across her face, "Is your mom wearing James's jacket?" She laughed as she carefully followed Sarah through the crowd.

Sarah excused herself as she tried to move through the bleachers to get to the stairs, careful not to touch anyone. "Yeah. He says she's his good luck charm. He has too many girlfriends to give it to just one." Morgan shot Sarah a questioning look and Sarah just shrugged, "He's popular. Look at him!" Sarah gestured to the field where James lifted his head to look toward the crowd as they lined up, causing everyone to cheer.

"I can see that." Morgan answered coolly, "It's cute, though. Aunt Kayla looks really happy."

"She won't be happy when she finds out she has two superhuman children." Sarah mumbled, furrowing her brows as the crowd continued to scream, "We aren't getting through this until the game ends."

"Then let's see how it ends." Morgan suggested as she turned to face the field, leaning against the rail as Sarah came to join her. Morgan kicked her foot against the metal, glancing around casually until her gaze landed on a roped off section of bleachers where several nicely dressed people sat with clipboards. She nodded toward them, "Who are they?"

Sarah looked over to see what Morgan was referring to, "College scouts."

Morgan mulled this over, narrowing her eyes and biting her bottom lip, "Alright."

James shifted his weight as he got into position, focusing in on the task ahead. Get the ball through the goal. Win the game. Impress the girl.

Impress the girl.

James looked toward the bleachers again, trying to find that hint of yellow in the crowd. He saw Morgan leaning against the railing, watching him intently. Even from a distance, he could see her biting her lip, waiting for something to happen. James felt his stomach clench as he turned back to the player in front of him, suddenly unable to focus on the game. He breathed heavily, not wanting to screw this up. Everyone was counting on him. All his classmates, his teammates, and even his family were counting on him to bring home a win. But she came all this way for him. He asked her to come and she came and now she was there and she was watching and he couldn't screw this up and-

The whistle blew and the play began, catching James off guard. The other team had the ball and there wasn't a lot of time left. The guy in front of him had the ball and was charging toward the goal. James had only one job: stop him from getting over the line.

Right. Football. Stop the football. I've done this a thousand times before.

James sprinted to the side as the ball was hiked to the opposing quarterback, keeping an eye on its path as the other team moved it toward the goal. His white shoes pounded into the turf as he pushed himself harder, trying to get into position to stop the play. Finally, James saw an opening as the ball was passed to one of their strongest players. Nobody else from his side would take the guy down, especially with Chad out for the count. James picked up speed to cut him off, eventually reaching him and charging into him at full speed.

The guy took the brutal impact and flew back fifteen feet, landing on his back as the ball rolled to the side. James slid to a stop, feeling the grass rip up beneath his feet as the crowed gasped. Then everything went quiet. Nobody made a sound as they waited with bated breath to find out if the kid was okay.

James looked at the guy he'd taken down, not even really meaning to tackle him, just to throw him off balance. But he'd miscalculated. He'd been distracted. He couldn't take his eyes off the opposing player as his coach ran to the field and knelt down to check on the boy. The coach looked up in panic and yelled, "We need a medic here now! He's not breathing!" James took off his helmet and held it by the chinstraps as he approached slowly. The coach looked up at him and pointed accusingly, "Not another step."

"James." He looked over to see his own coach walking towards him nervously, "Give them some space." James looked past his coach to his teammates, some of who had their own helmets off to get a better view of what was happening. He looked to the stands at the people, seeing Morgan's horror-struck face among the crowd.

What have I done?