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It became a tradition every time the two of them met for Steve to add things to the list. Glitch always had something new for him to write down and whenever he questioned it, she would get this excited gleam in her eyes and grin, saying, "Oh I'm not giving you any spoilers."

They had a strange relationship; at least Steve thought they did. She knew a lot about him, whether from reading his file or him talking about his past but he had yet to find out anything about her. As fetching as she was, with a brilliant smile and personality to match, she was locked up as a journal. He knew she could swordfight, knew she had had her amazing powers since she was young and probably grew up in Brooklyn but her real name, her age, her favorite place to Travel to, he knew none of that. He supposed he could ask around but he didn't think that would be polite. He didn't really like the fact that people knew about him from reading a file and he'd rather Glitch tell him herself. Besides, he didn't think anyone knew much about Glitch even if he were to ask around.

For a while, he'd walk into the gym and think, "Maybe today" but so far "today" hadn't come. He wondered what it was that kept her so secretive, what had happened to make her not trust anyone with that information.

Steve sighed, slinging a towel over his shoulders as he walked down the hallway towards the gym. He paused for a moment, frowning when he thought he heard something not normal, a sound floating gently through the doors.

Was that music?

As he got closer he realized it was and his heart jumped to his throat. He knew this song. He heard music nowadays and hadn't a clue if the singers were actually singing or had accidently dropped a hammer on their foot. This song, Star Dust by Louis Armstrong, he could clearly remember his mom singing along in the kitchen when she was cooking. Hesitantly, Steve pushed open the door.

The dulcet tones of Armstrong drifted around him, soft enough to still be heard but loud enough to make Steve feel as if the Trumpet player was standing right in front of him. The lights were dimmed and Steve couldn't help but think that if he had ever gotten to take Peggy to a dance hall, minus the boxing ring and the punching bags, this is what it would have been like.

"Hey there, Captain." Steve turned slightly, finding Glitch standing in front of him. She was gorgeous, her normally tight curls pulled out into bigger spirals that reached her shoulders, one large curl falling gently across her forehead. The dark blue dress she wore came straight from his past it seemed, fit like a glove down to her knees, and she had traded out her fingerless gloves for lacy white ones that showed just how long and delicate her fingers were. She grinned, her laced up brown high heels clicking across the floor as she moved towards him. "I thought we'd do something fun today. Care to dance?"

If this had been then, back when he would have done anything for a pretty girl like Glitch to dance with him, he would have jumped at the chance. . . . But this wasn't "then". He was stuck in a time that wasn't his own, most if not all of his friends from "then" were dead and right now all he could think of was everything that he had missed out on and how Glitch reminded him a little too strongly of a girl he had once promised a dance….

"I have to go," Steve muttered. He spun on his heel and hurried out the door, hearing it slam shut behind him. It was all too much to handle, even after all these weeks and just when he thought he could try to get used to be in this time period.

Glitch appeared in front of him and for the first time since he had known her, the Traveler looked unsure, confused. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Steve responded, looking away because he couldn't look at her. "I just – it's nothing."

He went to move past him but she side stepped so that she was in front of him again. "Obviously it's not just nothing. Did I – did I do something wrong?"

Steve's fist clenched at his side. He wasn't try to get angry but there it was, just beneath the surface of his grief and, for some reason, it was easier to get too. He gestured back at the gym doors. "Why did you do this?"

"I told you, I thought it would be fun. I thought you'd enjoy doing something different."

"Did you really think I would?" Steve asked. "You really thought I would enjoy this? Seeing a piece of my past pushed into my face like that?"

Glitch crossed her arms, almost protectively. "I . . . I didn't think you would –"

"No, you weren't thinking!" Steve interrupted. His yell caused her to visibly flinch, and not just take a step back. Her whole body disappeared for the briefest of seconds before she reappeared in front of him.

She kept her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry," she whispered and then she was gone completely.

Steve stared at the spot she had disappeared from for a moment before he sighed, running a hand over his face. He might have had a good reason to be angry but that didn't mean he should have yelled at her.

Not feeling very much like the gym tonight, he dejectedly headed back to his room.

A few days later there was still no sign of Glitch. He had gone down to the gym, every day since he had yelled at her and stayed for about an hour and a half, getting some much needed punches in on the bags (sending another one flying) but Glitch never showed up. Perhaps she thought he didn't want her around, which wasn't the case. He actually missed her quite a bit.

Sitting in his room later that evening he stared at his phone in his hands. He suppose he could … no, he shouldn't – but what if he . . . no, he wouldn't –

He looked over to his pillow where his drawing pad sat. Glitch's outline stared up at him. It was taking longer than usual to finish her portrait, mostly because he was distracted but he couldn't seem to get her face right, mostly her eyes. The mysterious girl with the curls. . . . Steve looked down at his phone again.

Glitch, he slowly typed out on the keypad of his phone. Are you there?

The message sent and Steve set his phone down. He wasn't even sure she would text back. Maybe it wasn't that she thought he did want her around . . . maybe she didn't want to be around him any more, not if he was going to snap at her like he had.

There was a knock on the door and Steve got up, walking the short distance to his door from where he had been sitting on his bed. Fury had told him they were working on perhaps getting him an apartment but they didn't just want to throw him out into the city; Steve thought they were scared that he might suffer from culture shock.

He opened the door, not really surprised to find Glitch there, her hands shoved into the pockets of her black skinny jeans. She gave him a small smile. "Hey there, Captain. . . . Here I am."

"There you are," Steve agreed. "Where have you been?"

"Thinking," she answered. "Are you busy?"

"No. Why, are we going somewhere?"

"You may want a coat."

Steve grabbed his brown leather jacket from his closet, shoving his arms through as he stepped out the door. Glitch turned to him and held out her hand. Without hesitating he took it and the door to his little room disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, they were standing in a middle of a park, though he realized it wasn't just any park. Central Park was a place he had come to often to draw and just relax. The area they were in was dark enough that he could see the stars up above. Glitch led the way to a park bench and had a seat. Steve followed her, taking a deep breath before he said, "Glitch I –"

"Don't apologize," she interrupted, clasping her hands in her lap.

Steve turned to face her. "Wait, what?"

"Don't apologize," she repeated, not looking up at him. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

Steve could only stare at her. Part of her face was hidden by her curls so he couldn't quite catch her expression. "Why –"

"Because you were right," she said. "Because you had every reason to be angry at me."

"I'm not angry with you," Steve explained, though he supposed it hadn't seemed that way when he shouted at her. "It's just that – you know more about me, everyone knows more me than I know about them and I'm –"

Lost and confused in this new world and if there was one thing he was sure he didn't want to be confused about her anymore. He thought she understood that but –

"You're right, and that's not fair. Especially if we – if I – expect you to trust us." Glitch leaned back, staring up at the sky. "Olive."

"What?"

"Olive May Warren," she repeated, looking over at him. "That's my name, my real name."

Steve watched her, waiting for some kind of trick. He was surprised, he supposed. "Your 'real name'?"

"Yeah, well I had a lot of different names," she explained. "Practically a different name for every place I've been. I bet if you named a country or a city, I had a different name while I was there."

"Why would you need a different name?"

"It's a long story."

"We've got time."

"I suppose we do," Glitch – Olive said, smiling at him. She looked off into the distance "I grew up not far from here. I had a nanny who'd bring me to the park some days after school and on the weekends because my parents were too busy. They were scientist and they dedicated most of their time to their work, trying to figure how to duplicate the mutant gene. I'll tell you more about that later," she told him with a small smile when she saw him move to ask a question. Olive looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together. "I knew my parents loved me, you know, but when you're seven years old all you really want is for your parents to spend time with you and mine didn't. So one evening, when they were gone and nanny was busy in the kitchen, I snuck down to their lab. I didn't understand anything I saw but I understood one thing: if I wanted my parents to spend time with me, I needed to be a science experiment too. . . . So I picked up a test tube and I drank it. . . ."

Olive fell silent. Steve cautiously reached over to grab her hand. She looked up at him briefly and Steve thought he might have seen tears in her eyes. It was hard to imagine the tough girl he had grown used to crying but there was the proof. "You don't – you don't have to tell me any of this if you don't want too."

"I want too, Steve, I do because you have to know I trust you." Her fingers curled around his. "I got really sick to the point that I couldn't move. Doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong, my parents couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I stayed in the hospital for months and I thought I was going to die but I remember being happy to see my parents at my side at all times. One day, while my mom was downstairs in the cafeteria getting lunch for the three of us and my dad was asleep on the couch, I was just staring out the window. I remember wishing that I could just go outside, spend time in the park like normal. I blinked and when I opened my eyes, I was standing right here on this very spot."

"So you're –" Steve started not quite really sure what word he was looking for.

"I'm a science experiment," Olive interrupted with a wry smile. "Nothing magical or amazing. Just a science experiment."

"No, you're more than that," Steve muttered, glancing out the corner of his eye at her.

There was a slight lift to the corner of her mouth and he thought he felt her fingers tighten slightly around his hand. "After that I started getting better and my parents help me train my new "gift". I was homeschooled from then on because my parents didn't want me to accidently Travel in class. We kept everything hidden and to ourselves for three years. . . . And then people, other scientist, my parents coworkers and competitors, started to find out what I could do. We moved, we ran because people wanted to catch me and experiment on me. Soon we started attracting negative attention, people who could use my parents' experiments for the wrong reasons. Eventually those types of people did catch us.

"I have this . . . I guess it's a defense mechanism. Whenever my body comes under intense circumstances, stress or pain or fright, I Flinch. I can't control where I end up or how it happens . . . sometimes I just float in darkness for a while. When they came for us, I Flinched and ended up in a completely different state, alone and lost. By the time I managed to make it back to where we had been staying, my parents were gone. . . .

"I spent the next 6 years by myself, making as best of a living as I could. I – I did things I'm not necessarily proud of. I stole for myself, I stole for other people. It's an easy thing to do when you can get into and out of places, other people can't. I was 16 when S.H.E.I.L.D. finally caught up to me. Fury gave me a choice to work for them or go to prison for in incredibly long time. You can guess which one I picked. I've been with them ever since. Eight years now," she added as an afterthought. She glanced out the corner of her eye at him. "So there's my story. Now you know more about me. You're one of the few who do."

"Who else knows your story?" Steve asked, curious.

"Hmm. Fury, Coulson, and you. That's it." Olive sat back in her seat. She wouldn't meet his eye. "You'll understand why I don't tell that to many people."

Steve sat in silence for a while. He gently took his hand away from her and stood up. When he turned, Olive was watching him, confused and maybe a little bit hurt. He gave her a slight smile. He found he didn't think any less of her. He thought this explained why she was so closed off; who wouldn't be after what she had gone through. Steve thought she was the bravest person he knew. "So are we going to dance or not?"

"What?"

"I owe you a dance. I kind of walked out on the last one."

The Traveler bit her lip. "There isn't any music."

"Don't you have a phone?"

Olive stuck her tongue out at him before she pulled her phone out of her pocket, typing on it for a second. She set it down when Star Dust played softly and Steve held out his hand. She slipped her hand into his and he pulled her up, moving her free hand to his shoulder and then placing his hand lightly on her waist as they began to sway to the music.

"London?"

"Hmm?" Olive asked.

"You said you had a different name for each place you've visited. I bet you I can name a place you've been and that you have a name there that you've used before. What was your name in England?"

Olive grinned. "Elisabeth."

"Texas?"

"Mary-ann."

"Rome?"

"Stella. You're enjoying this aren't you? You won't win."

"Bet you I will."

Olive laughed, the sound blending beautifully with Louis Armstrong's music and they stayed there in Central Park, dancing under the stars.

A/N: There you go! A little flirting, a little romance and a backstory for Glitch! I hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. If you look up the lyrics to Louis Armstrong's Star Dust, it's actually kind of fitting! Thanks everyone.