"Aunt Liza!" I yelled as I walked into the bookstore. "You've got a visitor!"

"I'll be right there, dear! Just cleaning up the stock room!" She yelled from the back of the shop, "I have some lemonade and cookies over by the Arthurian section. Why don't you offer some to our guest?"

I motioned for Steve to follow me, then started making my way through the piles of books stacked everywhere.

"Careful, some of these books are super old." I said as I stepped over a pile of books with a sticky note on top that labeled the pile as "Theory behind time travel. On hold for Dr. S." There were more books here than at our county library, although half of them were so hard to find it was easier to try your luck at the library.

Finally we made it to the Arthurian section, one of the only organized parts of he store. I gestured to one of the chairs at a small table and sat down in one of the others.

"Have some cookies," I said, then I lowered my voice, "Don't tell her I was in the forest, alright? She doesn't like the thought of me being in there."

Steve nodded, "Alright, but I want to know what you were doing in there, sometime, deal?"

I agreed, already thinking of several excuses to give him.

"Alright, Molly, who's here to see me?" My aunt asked as she walked in and sat in the other chair.

"His name is Steve," I stated as the man in question mouthed "Molly?"

"Steve what?" My aunt questioned as she turned to him.

"Steve Rogers, ma'am," he held our his hand and my aunt shook it firmly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Rogers," Aunt Eliza. "May I ask why you wanted to see me?"

"Um..." He looked over at me.

I stood up, "It's fine. Go ahead and talk. I'm just gonna go organize the books on sleep problems. Maybe catch up on some sleep myself." I gave my aunt a hug and nodded to Steve. Then I walked out, toward the sleep problems section, which was right by the comic books section.

"Alright Mr. Rogers," Eliza Kelly said after her niece left, "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Steve fidgeted a bit and looked down at the glass of lemonade in front of him. "SHIELD needs your help. Fury wants you to come in."

"I can't." She stated, pushing her chair back and standing up, "I retired. Fury knows that. I'm sorry I can't help you." She started to walk away.

"Wait," Steve said, standing up as well. Eliza turned and faced him, her arms crossed and her blue eyes flashing. He took a deep breath. "Fury said to tell you that this has to do with Jack." The sentence caused her to deflate and she sat down again.

"What is it Fury needs?" She asked wearily.

By the time Aunt Eliza and Steve found me in the comics section, I had already organized it by universe, character, and issue number and was reading one of them.

"You know, this stuff is pretty interesting," I said, looking up at the two of them innocently. "Did you know that there's this one character who looks EXACTLY like the guy who placed an order for those time travel books? Same name, too." I pulled out another book and held it up for my aunt and Steve to see. "And I think Steve here looks uncannily like Captain America, don't you?" I tried to hide my smile. Aunt Eliza wasn't going to pull the wool over my eyes this time!

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"Molly..." She started, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"No, it's okay," Steve said, looking at me shrewdly. "She knows how to keep a secret, don't you Grace?"

I swallowed and nodded, thinking of the secret I was trying to keep from him. "Yeah."

My aunt rolled her eyes, "Fine. Take Mr. Rogers to the back room, Molly. He'll explain it all."