Happy Tuesday, my lovelies!

Apologies for not updating yesterday, it was my Nannie's 80th birthday so naturally, I spent the day with her. I hope you all enjoy the update!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel characters that may be used or any Marvel storylines or arcs.

Claimer: I only own the character Elizabeth Jones (Lowri Jones and any other names she uses) and her story past, present and future.

Recap

"You've been asleep, Cap, for almost seventy years." Nick said, his words hung in the air and this drew Steve's attention, Steve turned back to Nick with wide eyes.

"It's just," He let out a sigh and then looked back at the crowds around him. "I had a date."

As Steve looked over the crowds, his eyes nearly came to rest upon her but before he could see her, she turned on her heel and her hair flew out behind her as she made the tough decision not to make herself known to him just yet. But she wants to talk to him. She's torn.

She had heard the defeat in his voice and her heart ached for him.

"Get back in the office, Ri." Nick ordered over comms. Lowri didn't have the heart to complain, she simply pushed her way out of the crowds and legged it back to the base.

She slowed her pace when she reached the base, she forced herself to breathe calmly as she walked through the main reception to the elevator. She remained calm throughout the ride but as soon as she got to her office, she collapsed into her chair and out her face in her hands.

"We're coming back to you. Do you wanna see him?" Nick asked over comms.

Lowri inhaled deeply and made her decision quickly. Steve had almost seen her in Time Square but she knew it was time for him to see her.

"Bring him to me." She said quickly.

Lowri sat up and breathed out heavily. This was happening. In a few minutes, Steve would walk through that door and see her looking exactly how she did almost seventy years ago and she was so sure that he would have loads of questions.

She looked about her office and spotted the mirror. She grabbed a brush from the desk and headed over to sort her hair out before going back to her desk and dumping the brush. Her cheeks were red and her eyes looked almost as red, as if she was on the verge of tears.

Suddenly, her door opened when she was leaning over her desk to drop the brush into the drawer, she turned sharply and as soon as she locked eyes on Steve, he gasped and stepped back.

"I've explained about everything else except for you." Nick said, he stood in the office and he gave her a small smile. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Thanks, Nick." Lowri said gently, she clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes never leaving Steve.

He hovered just beyond the doorway, staring at her with wide eyes and he was steadily growing pale.

Nick passed by Steve and headed off to his own office, leaving her and Steve alone. Lowri breathed in deeply before speaking.

"Please, sit." Lowri said, gesturing to the chair by her desk. She stepped away from her desk so he could sit without having to go too close to her.

Steve lost all of his colour and then he dropped to the floor in a dead faint.

Lowri's mouth dropped open and she slammed her office door shut. She didn't want the other agents seeing Steve like this, she checked his breathing and then propped him on his side and she moved back to her desk. Steve was probably in shock from seeing her.

She pressed her lips together and her mind ran amok. How much had she actually changed that made her seem so unrecognisable to him? She had been in his presence for minutes before he fainted, what had changed about her? Had she aged? Had her face changed?

Sure, she was in a different position, as was all females. But she was also at the head of a large intelligence agency and she seemed to be influential on quite a lot of people.

Minutes passed by before Steve stirred and he rolled onto his back, he seemed dazed as he stared up at the ceiling.

Lowri jumped from her desk and she fell to her knees beside Steve, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her.

"Steve." She said softly. Just saying his name brought out so many emotions in her that she had buried deep over the years. "You're okay. You fainted."

"I-I'm sorry." Steve said, his voice sounded dazed. "You look like a person I knew a long time ago." He looked at her with searching eyes and a small smile came over his face as he remembered something. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and he leaned back against the wall behind him. "Are you related to a woman named Elizabeth Jones?"

"Oh, Steve." Lowri breathed out. She felt tears come to her eyes and she bit them back. "Steve, it's me."

"No." Steve said firmly. He shook his head and blinked his eyes. "She'd be in her nineties now. Are you her granddaughter? You look exactly like her."

"I know you're in shock, Steve." Lowri said gently, she looked over at him, her eyes practically brimming with tears but she refused to cry in front of him. "But it's me. I'm Elizabeth."

At this, a thought came to her head. All those years ago, Steve had left a beautiful necklace alongside a note on her desk and she had worn it every day since. She discovered that the chain and pendant were both resistant to her fire along the years.

Lowri reached under her neckline of her shirt and pulled out the aged pendant. She unclasped the necklace and offered it to him. He took the chain in one hand and stared at it with disbelief.

"I know this is hard to grasp, Steve, but I am who I say I am." Lowri said gently. "You gave me this necklace by leaving it on my desk in the London SSR base in 1943 before you went on your first mission with the Howling Commandos. You wrote me a note. It said: Elizabeth, please forgive me, I can explain everything when we see each other again. I am sorry. Steve."

Steve looked up at her with wide eyes and then he shot to his feet, startling Lowri. She scrambled backwards as Steve loomed over her, a look of concentration on his face. For once, Lowri was scared of him.

Her breathing hitched as the fear began to take hold, Steve's eyes bore right into hers, trying to find out if she is lying or not.

"You're not Elizabeth. You can't be." Steve said firmly.

Lowri wiped at her eyes and then slowly rose to her feet. She spied her necklace tight in Steve's grasp and then she looked up at him carefully.

"I have something to explain, Steve. And I have good reason." Lowri said. "You're suspicious, I know, but please, listen to me."

"Why should I?" Steve asked sharply.

"Do I need to repeat my last words to you?" Lowri asked quickly. She stood her ground and looked at him with stern eyes. Steve waited for her to say something. "I said 'Neither do I.' We were talking about going dancing after the war was over and you pushed it back. We were talking about how neither of us could dance and you never got to finish your sentence."

Lowri's voice almost broke and the tears that threatened to spill, did. She wiped at her eyes almost angrily and then she looked away from him.

"I don't know what else I can say to you to make you believe me." Lowri said with a sigh.

"This is ridiculous. You can't be Elizabeth." Steve insisted. He stood on the other end of the room from her and he looked at her with a sceptical look.

"But I am her and she is me." Lowri said quickly. "I stopped aging when I was twenty-one, I have been alive for a long time and I've seen a lot of things. You have to believe me, Steve." Lowri said.

Steve looked at her carefully and Lowri turned from him. She stepped over to her desk and she pulled out her bottle of whisky from the 1970's and two glasses. She began pouring into one of the glasses when Steve spoke.

"Elizabeth." Steve said quietly.

Lowri turned to face him and she smiled gently. She put the bottle of whisky on the table and turned to him fully.

"I haven't been called that name in a long time." Lowri replied slowly. She leant back against the table and Steve took a step closer to her.

"What do you go by now, then?" Steve asked. He looked curious and that was good for Lowri.

"A name that my mother and father gave to me." Lowri said, she turned back to the glasses and resumed pouring. Each of the glasses were three-quarters full and she took both in her hand. "Well, part of the name anyway. I go by the name of Lowri Evelyn Jones."

Lowri held out one of the glasses to Steve and he looked at it. Gingerly, he stepped closer and closer until he took the glass then retreated a few steps.

"You need to explain to me what's going on." Steve said slowly, he sniffed at the whisky and Lowri took a deep sip of hers to prove that it definitely wasn't poisoned.

"That's a fair point." Lowri said, now that things seemed stable, she felt a bit more at ease. She took a deep breath and began. "When I was eighteen, I went down with a fever and I woke up with something strange happening."

Lowri looked up at him and opened her mouth and words poured out, explaining every single little detail about herself that she had hidden from him.

"First of all, I'm not going to say how old I am exactly, but I am older than you." Lowri began. She finished off her drink and then took a seat at her desk and poured herself another shot. Steve took another sip of the whisky and moved further into the room.

"I can heal very quickly and my immune system is pretty tough to crack. I never get sick days because I never get sick." Lowri said,

Steve downed his drink and then stepped closer again.

"Do you want to sit down, Steve?" Lowri asked as she reached for his empty glass.

Steve nodded his head and pulled out the chair opposite her and then moved it so it was beside the desk and closer to her.

Lowri smiled warmly at his gesture of trust and she poured him another drink and passed it back to him.

"Drink up. This is the tough bit." She said with a sigh.

Steve looked at her carefully and took another sip of his whisky.

"I'm glad that you can't get drunk because if you could, you would pass it off as the alcohol taking effect." Lowri said as she lifted up her hand in front of her. Steve gave her a curious look and then he looked at her hand.

A small flame came to life in the centre of her palm and Steve recoiled immediately with a look of horror on his face.

"This skill came to me when I was eighteen." Lowri said softly, she closed her palm and extinguished the fire. "Do you remember the final Hydra base? You were trapped by a Hydra soldier using fire and then it went out. That was me."

"You? You did that?" Steve asked.

Lowri nodded her head and picked up her glass again. "I'm not exactly sure of what I am, but I'm pretty sure I'm a mutant of some kind." She said before downing her whisky.

"And you could do all that back then?" Steve asked, he still looked pale but the whisky was certainly helping to put colour back into his cheeks.

"Yes." Lowri said, pouring herself another drink. Steve finished off his and Lowri topped his off too. "I've been doing this for a long time."

"Who else knew about you back then?" Steve asked slowly.

"Peggy knew. I lived in close quarters with her for some time and it was rather hard to hide. And Chester knew."

"Who's Chester?" Steve asked, he took a gulp of his drink and then put the glass back down on the table.

"Oh, Chester Phillips. Colonel Phillips." Lowri explained. "The car we were in, the one that got you to the Valkyrie, the backend dropped over the edge of the cliff and Chester managed to get out and I fell. But I can manipulate my fire to make myself fly, and that's how he found out."

Steve looked up at her sharply. "You can fly?" Lowri smiled and nodded her head slowly. "I'm pretty sure I'm in a messed-up dream right now." Steve said.

Lowri shook her head and took another sip of her drink, "No, you're not. This is real life." Lowri said seriously.

Her eyes flew to the door when she spied Nick standing in the doorway, staring at them.

"So, I see you found another bottle of whisky." Nick said as he stepped into the room. "And almost half is gone."

"Well, explaining all of this does require alcohol to be involved." Lowri said, smiling as she lifted her glass and toasted Nick. She downed the contents of her glass and reached for the bottle.

"How many glasses have you had?" Nick asked.

"Four. This is my fifth. I think." Lowri replied, she topped off Steve's and then capped the bottle and put it back down.

Nick reached over and picked the bottle up, "Well, I'm cutting you off. Coulson is on line four." Nick said, holding the bottle behind his back.

"Then why wasn't the call put through to me?" Lowri asked, she leant forward and looked at her phone.

"I told them to hold off with the calls until you'd told Captain Rogers about you. And judging by how pale he is, you have." Nick said, "Captain Rogers, if you'll come with me, I'll show you where you'll be staying tonight and give you some time to understand all this."

Steve nodded his head slowly and put down his empty glass, he stood up and looked down at Lowri.

"I guess, I'll see you around, Elizabeth." Steve said slowly.

"Whatever happens now, Steve, it'll be alright." Lowri said as she reached for the phone that had begun ringing in the past few seconds. "Nick, I want that bottle back." Lowri called out before Nick left. She earned herself a smirk from Nick. Steve left the room after Nick, still pale.

She felt so bad for him, but she was so glad that he knew she was still alive. Hopefully, they can pick up where they left off, but Lowri seriously doubted that.

Lowri picked up the phone and reached for her glass of whisky.

"Hey there, Phil." Lowri said before taking a sip.

"Hi. Got a problem with a few of those projects you're overlooking, including Insight and Zodiac. You're gonna need to come back ASAP." Phil said.

"Is it nothing you can't handle? I mean, he's woken up. And I think I need to be there for him." Lowri said, turning away from the door.

"I've tried. Those contractors are getting behind on the project and I believe your knack for getting your way would definitely help in this situation." Phil said, "I know he's just woken up, Fury let the word spread. But you said yourself that he needs space."

"I just spent half an hour drinking with him, as I explained what the hell I am and I don't think he wants to believe it. To be honest, I think it would have been easier if I had just grown old and died." Lowri sighed. "I'll grab a jet and be over in a few hours."

"Good." Phil said before hanging up.

Lowri put the phone and reached for her glass. She downed her final glass of whisky and put it back down on her desk. She righted her office and used the comms to talk to Nick.

"I'm going back to DC within the hour." Lowri said over comms.

"Is that what Coulson called you about?" Nick replied.

"Yes. Something about Insight and Zodiac, so I better go sort it out. Uh, tell Steve that I've had to go back to DC. Just make up something, better not tell him about any of the projects yet." Lowri said.

"That's probably best. Speak soon." Nick said.

Lowri nodded to herself and then headed off to the underground garage where the cars were kept, she grabbed one and drove to the separate bay where the jets are kept. She took one and was on her way back to DC with her mind filled of Steve and the way he had looked at her.

Back in DC, she dealt with the problems with the projects run by her quickly and she was eager to get back to New York to see Steve again but she knew she had to dial it back and give him space to adjust to the new world he had to live in. She realised with a saddening thought, that Steve still had the necklace that he given to her and she had given back to make him realise it was her.

In fact, it was weeks that passed before she received a call off him, he asked her to tell her story again, about her fire and her non-aging and how she can't get drunk either. Then, he asked about their friends.

He told her that Nick had given him files on those he had fought with during the war and he had yet to read them.

Steve said that he really wanted to know what had happened to all his old friends and comrades, but at the same time, he didn't want to read about illnesses and the deaths.

Lowri felt so bad for not being there as he transitions from one century to the next, she really should be there for him.

She was stood in her DC office, a large stack of papers standing in front of her on her desk and hundreds of emails on her laptop, waiting for her attention but all she wanted to do was fly straight back to New York and see Steve again.

"Are you settled now, Steve?" Lowri asked carefully. She didn't want her voice to give away her feelings.

"Yeah. Until I can find a place for myself in New York, I've been put into one of the rooms in the building, in, uh, S. H. I. E. L. D." Steve said, he sometimes found it awkward to talk about the organisation. "Food's not that bad. Tastes a lot better."

"I'm guessing that you're allowed out and about the city?" Lowri asked with a small laugh.

"Not exactly, I have two agents tailing me wherever I go outside the building." Steve replied.

"Next time you're out, you've gotta try this pizza place just around the corner from the agency." Lowri said quickly, "The pizza is the best I've ever had, it takes me back."

"I'll try it next time." Steve promised.

Lowri really wanted to promise to come back to New York ASAP but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. Her work was so busy and demanding, Steve was pushed to the back of her mind.

From Saturday to the next Saturday, there won't be an update as I am on a week long camp! The reception will be spotty and I won't have any time to write or update, I'm afraid. I'll try to update before I go but again, I'm not sure if I have time. Everyone's having time off from work and guess who has to cover them? That's right, me.

Thanks all for reading, I hope to hear off some of you.

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