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Chapter Two:

Steve Rogers slowly made his way down the Brooklyn sidewalk. Parts of the neighborhood were vaguely familiar to him, while other parts weren't. Finally he came upon a place that really was familiar – an old bookshop that his mother used to take him to when he was a boy. He smiled to himself as he pushed the door opened and walked inside. All at once the smell of old leather bound books, wood and dust filled his nose. This was home. He loved books.

"Can I help you find anything?"

Steve turned to look at a young woman who was holding three large leather bound books in her hands as she stood on a stepladder. "Umm, history. Books on recent history," he said.

The young woman nodded before she slid the books she was holding back into place on the shelf. "Now what sort of history are we talking about? Ancient? Medieval? Civil War era?" she asked as she began walking towards another section of the shop. She stopped in front of a long bookcase.

"More like recent," he answered moving next to her.

"How recent?"

"Between the end of World War 2 and today."

"I don't have anything like that at this shop. But my shop in midtown has more modern books, like what you are looking for," the shopkeeper said turning to look at him. "Let's go back up front and I'll get you a card with the other address on it."

Steve followed her back to the front counter. She walked around it and pulled out a card from underneath it. "Here we go," she said handing it to him. "I know that that address is near the damage area from that huge battle last week but I promise you that the stop is opened for business."

Steve took the card and read it:

Books Galore!

Emma Carter, Owner

With two locations to proudly serve you!

Seeing her last name, he did a double take. Deep down, his stomach flip flopped. Peggy Carter. God he missed her. He had to know, he had to ask.

"Just out of curiosity, ma'am, are you related to a Peggy Carter?"

"She was my aunt. She passed away about six years ago. Why do you ask?"


Tony stood in front of three gravestones bearing the name 'STARK' above them. The angel stature that served as their monument had seen better days. To Tony, it looked to be weeping. He took a deep breath as he bent over and picked the weeds away from the gravestones and gently placed a bouquet of sunflowers against his sister's gravestone. Today would have been her birthday.

"Thought I would find you here," an all too familiar voice said from behind him.

"Can't even have peace with the dead can I?" Tony said standing back up then turning to look at Nick Fury, director of S.H.E.I.L.D.

"Come on we need to talk."

"Right here seems like a good enough place for me." Tony said standing his ground.

"You might want to be sitting down for this one, Stark."

"How come?"

"Your sister is alive." Fury said handing him a data pad. Tony stared down in disbelief at the images that he was seeing. A young woman, looking so much like his mother, was splattered all across it.

"I think now would be a good time for a drink."