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Chapter 2

Steve gazed around the small office in a state of shock.

The last time he had seen it, boxes and files on various heroes and villains hap hazard littered every surface, a fact that he was sure was revenge on Maria Hill's part, for supporting Fury's reinstatement as SHIELD Commander.

Fury had tried to help the situation, by loaning out Cat and Bucky, but it had seemed like an impossible task.

Now the walls were lined with filing cabinets, whose drawers were neatly organised. The boxes had all disappeared, and balanced on the sleek mahogany imitation desk was a sleek computer.

"A gift from Stark Industries." Cat said, replacing a file in the correct drawer.

Steve nodded dumbly. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, knew that during the war and afterwards Cat had gone undercover as a sectary to some quite important people, so she had to good, but this seemed like miracle.

"How did you manage it?" He asked, glancing around the room. "Working around the clock?"

The couch pushed up against one wall shows distinct signs of having been slept on frequently.

"No." Cat said, shutting the drawer as Bucky added,

"We had help."

"From who?" Steve asked. Cat shrugged.

"Everyone pretty much. Sharon,"
"did you check it?" Steve asked.

Cat ignored him.

"Sam, Carol, Luke and Jessica really helped out, so did Namor, he's surprisingly good with computers. Natasha really pitched in."

"Felt like an ex's convention at point." Bucky observed.

"Rhodey and Pepper spent every spare hour they had it felt like here. As did Logan, Peter," Cat continued as though she hadn't heard him. "Pym did as well; think he's trying to avoid Janet. Reed offered to help, but with his firewalls, we had to refuse. Hawkeye tried to help as well, but with only one hand in action..." she trailed off and looked at Steve.

"We can explain the system tomorrow." She said, firmly. "Go and get some rest."

Steve shook his head.

"I'm not tired."

"And you're a lousy liar." Bucky had come up to stand beside Cat, his hand resting on the small of her back, the most publicly imitate they ever got.

"I don't," he began, but the effect was ruined with a huge yawn. Cat nodded triumphantly.

"Choice is your room or the couch, which from experience isn't all that comfortable."

"So I was right." Steve began, but Bucky shook his head.

"Sitwell and a couple of other agents were down for the week. We gave up our beds."

"Though we got some fun out of it." Cat observed, getting pleasure out of turning both men red. She gave Steve a quick shove. "Bed. Now."

"I can't." Steve shook his head. "I can't. Every time I close my eyes, I see..."
Cat sighed.

"You did what you had to do, Steve. Innocent people would have been hurt if you haven't."
"Stark'll be fine." Bucky added. "And he won't remember it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You read the report right?" Cat demanded. Steve nodded.

"Trust me. With the stuff that was in his system, Wolverine and I would be hard pressed to remember what happened!"

Bucky shoved, this time with a little more force.

"Go and get some rest Huh? Pepper said she'd call as soon as she knew anything."

Pepper Potts knew how bad she'd looked when she arrived at the hospital, by the expression on the faces of Cat and James as they bundled Steve Rogers out of the hospital.

A quick visit to the Ladies room had confirmed her opinions. She had applied make up and smoothed her hair.

Now after ten minutes with Tony the effect was ruined. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, and her hair looked like it had been caught in a force 8 gale.

Tony had eventually accepted that his "memories" of the last few years were a lie. Or to be more precise, a dream. But it hadn't been easy.

She examined herself in the mirror, and shivered at the thought of Tony's world.

Captain America Dead, Peter unmasking after everything he'd done to protect his identity, Super villains working for the government, Happy dead and, possibly the scariest thought, Tony as Head of SHIELD.

She couldn't understand why he'd fought her so hard over it been real.

Hank had warned her that they were only beginning here.

Tony's muscles were weak from lack of use; they had no idea what, if any damage had been done by what happened, that was ignoring the mental trauma.

She sighed, and dried her face.

She had a press conference in an hour.

When Steve woke up, it was dark outside.

He wandered down the stairs, to the kitchen area of the Avenger's house.

Jarvis and Aunt May were preparing food in the kitchen, while the rest sat around, watching.

Cat nodded acknowledging his presence and Bucky slid a bottle of Cola down the table.

"Stane." Steve said, sinking in his allotted chair.

"Excuse me?"

Carol looked up from behind her book.

"Osborne Stane, guy who tried to take over Tony's company. Sent him to alcoholism for the first time."

"Tony mentioned him. Asked about him."
"he also asked if Bucky and I were O.k., and why we were wearing SHIELD Uniforms." Cat pointed out.

"Just wondering why he mentioned him."

Cat shrugged. "Stane's been a major fact in Tony's life. Bearing in mind that he was..." she trailed off.

"Not feeling so well." Luke Cage suggested.

"At the time. Perhaps he blamed him."
"But Stane's been dead for years."
"Like that'll last." Cat observed

tbc