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Enchanted

Chapter Three

Phil sighed as he closed the door to his bedroom there at SHIELD's headquarters, leaning against the door. His niece was on edge, he knew, not wanting to face his nephew or the man in control of missions with the Autobots. Though it would be good for her to see them again as he knew it has been a while since they've worked together since Trinity transferred to New York. He smiled and nodded to Steve, who smiled and clasped a hand on his shoulder.

"Everything all right?"

Phil nods, "Yea, I just wish I can do something about the hurt she's feeling. But it would do her good to see my nephew and her friends from NEST."

Steve smiles, "That's good, at least she'll have someone there to help through the pain."

Phil blushes lightly, "I'm sorry that you never had that, Steve, really I am."

"What did you expect from a man out of time?" Steve sighed, hating the title although it was true. "Just be grateful that her hurt and pain for the loss of her father will pass a lot quickly than my own pain."

Phil went to say something but the younger–or older, however you wanted to see it–man walked away and into his own room a couple of doors down. He felt bad for the man, but after Steve was re-awaken he was sent to New Mexico to deal with Thor and the problems that happened there. Yes, Phil was there throughout the process of bringing Steve out of the ice but work never seemed to end when it came to beings from other worlds or advance machinery that can help or destroy or even a super human that was out of his own time. Maybe if he would have passed the work to another agent Phil could have befriend Steve early on and help him get through the fact that his old teammates were now dead and Peggy was still alive and living in England, wondering if he was alive or not.

Though after the events of New York and Loki how could she not know about Steve being alive again?

Oh how cruel fate can be to those who deserve to be happy. Sighing Phil moved away from the door and down the hallway. He was going to meet with the Director and Agent Carter to find out what to do with her. Despite that the council were the advisers for SHIELD it really was the Director who made all the final decisions when it came to the agency and they had no right to keep the secret of the Autobot to a few selected. They were just digging a deeper hole for themselves with not only the Avengers but with NEST as well.

Trinity made a face at her reflection, hating how curly her hair got after blow drying it. She blew at her bangs from her eyes and walked away. There was no point in messing with something she can't fix without a straightener–and where the hell did she put it? The room her uncle had at headquarters was spacious, a bed against the wall, a desk and chair, a bathroom, a dresser, and even a bookcase. It was a home to her uncle–Trinity knew–when he didn't have family come over and used his own home. He told his family that he worked in the CIA as a paper pusher knowing that he can't tell the truth. Besides her and her cousin that is…and his sister and brother-in-law since they knew about the Autobots too.

With a shake of her head she walked out of the room and turned left, gathering her hair and quickly making a half braid. Trinity didn't realize it was the middle of the afternoon when she finally woke up that day. Who knew how exhausted she was and how relaxed she was with her uncle–of course she shouldn't have been surprised. She's always been comfortable around him, and Sam, really. A hand–a familiar hand, now–fell on to her shoulder, stopping the woman in her tracks. The blue-eyed man smiled shyly, dropping his hand and putting in his khaki pant pocket in a nervous gesture.

Trinity raised an eyebrow, waiting for the man her uncle idolized since he was a boy and his father told him stories of the Captain America. When the man continued to stare Trinity couldn't help but chuckle. Her uncle told her once how nervous Steve Rogers got whenever he was around women–especially in this time era. She read the file, of course, when she was over at her uncle's one day and he got called to bring in Anthony Edward Stark–or as he likes to be called, Tony or Ironman. Trinity didn't mean to be nosey but her uncle's house was a mess and the urge to clean it up was too strong. Plus she was bored out of her mind and the papers were there wide open.

"Was there something I can help you with, Captain?"

Trinity couldn't help but put in the title. Due to her family and the Autobots being the only friends she has Trinity's best defense to break the ice was to tease the other person. It was what Will, Epps, and the other agents in NEST always did when they first met her and realized that she was deaf. It was just the best way to make the other person who was nervous make them comfortable.

And it was funny to see a grown man squirm and blush.

Steve flushed, watching her hands as she spoke. "I'm sorry, um, please call me Steve."

Trinity grinned, "Okay Steve, was there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, um, I, uh, I thought you won't mind an escort to the conference room. I saw you walking out of your uncle's room." he flushed darkly once more as Trinity raised both eyebrows this time, "I-I'm a few doors down, I walked out at the same time as you did."

"You're babbling Steve, as well as blushing." the comment made him blush even darker and all the way up to his ears, Trinity laughing. "Come on Captain, you can escort me back to my uncle."

They started walking again, Steve going to make conversation when he remembered that she needed to be facing him. For the first time he was uncomfortable by the silence and wish for conversation. But he knew the woman wanted to be with her uncle so they can plan about the robot SHEILD's council apparently has. He noticed that she wore a red shirt underneath her leather jacket–one that was cut a bit low and tried not to look down too much–with blue jeans covering her heels. And he knew that she was wearing heels due to Trinity being level with his chin while with her boots that were flat she reached only his chest.

"So, did my uncle bombard you with questions and signing his Captain America cards?" Trinity asked, looking over to the taller man with a smirk. "They're vintage."

Steve chuckles, turning slightly red. "Yeah I signed them after he got out of the hospital after what happened in New York and Loki."

Trinity smiles, nodding. "I heard some of his collection got bloodied by accident so I started looking for them like crazy. I found them from an old private collector; it hit my bank account very hard."

Steve grinned, glad that he got the reference, but suddenly frowned as he realized that Trinity wasn't looking towards him as they spoke. Due to his manners and uprising he didn't question her about it. However the woman seemed to pick up on it, making her grin over to Steve.

"Hearing aids, they're like the ear pieces you use to communicate; small and fit right inside my ear cannel."

Steve blushed, "But you still use your hands even when you can hear?"

Trinity smiled, "Force of habit. When I was younger the hearing aids formed my ear all the way around but it was still hard for me to hear well. The ones I have now were a gift from the Autobots and NEST after the events in LA, they made sure that I would be able to hear well and without having to look at the other person. It comes in handy in the battlefield."

Steve frowned at this, "You were in the battlefield? Isn't that against the army? Why would the agency let you go on the battlefield?"

"It is against the army," Trinity slightly frowned at him. "Lennox, Epps, and a couple of NEST agents taught me to shoot and what to do in a battlefield. Besides I was the only one to help with some of the Autobots that didn't want to listen to Optimus or Lennox while not in battle. You don't approve women fighting in combat, Captain?"

"No it's not that just that you look a little too young to have been out in the fields."

Trinity smirked, already forgiving the man. "I was in a battle in LA at the age of sixteen, and at the age of eighteen I was in the battle in Egypt, then at twenty-one I was in the battle in Chicago." she chuckled and rubbed his arm at the horrified look he had, "Basically I'm used to the battlefield Captain, and the Autobots always made sure I was safe–as well as the NEST agents that were with us."

"But still," Steve trailed off as they entered the elevator that just opened.

Trinity merely smiled, pressing the second basement button. "It's okay Captain, Uncle Phil was the same way."

"You're really close to your uncle, aren't you?"

"He was like another father to me, though I know that he tried to be more of a big brother than a father figure." Trinity shrugged, leaning back against the elevator wall. "But with no real male role model in my life that truly cared about me and what happens and what I learn…" she grinned, "and, most importantly, how to fight back."

"But you still treat him like an uncle, yet a father at the same time."

The woman nods, "Because sometimes we talk like an uncle and niece should, and other times we talk like a father and daughter should. That's just how our relationship is."

Steve looked into her eyes as she looked up at him with a smile. Her eyes turned a lighter gray when she spoke about Phil, letting Steve know that when she spoke about someone she cared about they became lighter. He wondered if they turn darker when she's angry or passionate.

"For someone from another time who's supposed to be shy around women you tend to stare quiet often."

Steve blushed from head to toe, quickly looking away as soon as the doors opened. Trinity laughed as she walked out, Phil quickly walking towards her with a look going between his niece and Steve. He was back in his regular suit, she noticed, making her shake her head at how uncomfortable he must feel–or probably how at home he felt. Phil shook his head at his own stupidity. He should have never let Trinity alone, especially with a man out of time still not used to the way things are done or said now. Even when Trinity could be a bit aggressive sometimes…or even weird.

"What did you do to him?" Phil accused.

Trinity held up her hands, looking as innocent as she can be. "I didn't do anything! Why am I always getting blamed for something?"

"Heh, I know how that feels." Tony remarked with a grin, which everyone ignored for the moment.

"Because he's like a freaking walking tomato! Look at the poor guy!" Phil cried, stopping before them.

Trinity looked up at Steve who just blushed even darker, making the woman pity him with guilt but grinned with much amusement. "Eh, I don't think he looks too bad." Patting his arm once again Trinity nodded to her uncle and walked towards the Autobots still in robot form. "Alright Ratchet, give me the information in what you felt."

She held out her hand to her uncle, who gave her his tablet–though he wasn't going to let the conversation end just yet–Ratchet transferring all the information he picked up on Ironhide. The group frowned since it was said that only Autobots could understand information about other Autobots, yet Trinity was going to look over the information? It didn't make sense.

"His spark was flickering, but it was enough to feel it and recognize it."

Trinity nods, looking through the information the medic robot had given her. Tony walked to her left as Steve stood behind her, the both of them looking curiously down at the tablet. She muttered a few times, shaking her head at what she was looking at. From what she can understand of the information she was reading it looks like SHIELD had somehow fixed Ironhide in some way to the point where his spark wanted him to live…or it could be that they haven't fixed him but his spark felt his brothers and wanted to go back to them? She needed to see her friend and figure out what has been done to him.

"Okay, how the hell are you able to understand this? I mean, I'm a genius billionaire and I can't understand what's on this tablet!" Tony remarked confused.

"Because when I was captured by the Decepticon in LA they did something to my brain to find some information–only to realize they captured the wrong cousin. Basically whatever they did I can now understand any Autobot and Decepticon information." Trinity turned off the tablet and gave it back to her uncle. "Alright let's head out! We have about an hour until Optimus gets to Long Island."

As the woman walked towards Acree the Autobots returned into their forms, Phil and the Avenger's following behind. Trinity knew that her uncle was going with her, but when Steve spoke up she didn't understand why. It wasn't their business so they didn't need to go, right? Of course they could just be a curious bunch…or just bored out of their minds after coming back from a long mission only the day before.

"We're coming too," Trinity frowned at Steve, taking hold of the helmet. "Incase the council decides to do something else and go back on their word."

It sure made sense and at the moment the woman didn't care to argue. She was going to do that enough when she got to the SHIELD building. But she was going to make them change into their uniform…at least Steve since he's the only one who wears the mask. And not everyone in SHIELD knows his true form only for a selected few.

"Fine, you can take your own cars or get in the Autobots but you guys might want to change into your uniforms if you don't want your identities revealed."

"Luckily they already have their uniforms here." Nick Fury tells her with a grin. "And if the agents at the building give you any trouble,"

"Don't worry Director, neither I nor the Autobots will let them give us any trouble."

Fury laughs, "You sound like your uncle."

Trinity shrugs, smirking. "Well, he is family after all."

"And one hell of a family you two make."

Trinity frowned at the meaning behind his words but didn't think much on it as the group of heroes walked away to get ready…well except Thor since he's already in his uniform, as were the two assassins, and Bruce Banner didn't need a uniform since he transformed into a green monster. What her uncle has to deal with when it comes to these super heroes individually–especially when he has to deal with Tony, whom he's complained about to her many times. She grins over to her uncle who was now talking to the Director. Yes, he was the glue that held these superheroes together and she was grateful that the little weasel of Wheelie was on the ship–which Trinity never found out why–and managed the wound to be minimal rather than critical, and in such saving his life.

Phil looked over to his niece and smiles. Yes, she owed that little weasel and one day she knew he was going to collect. Luckily for her Wheelie is off on a mission on his own since he's small enough to get to places he needed to be.