Steve walked through the hospital hallway, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He had already stopped by the desk and checked in with the nurses. They had spoken to him for what seemed like forever, paying him compliments and smiling a lot. He had just wanted to get into the room already.

The Jane Doe was lying in the bed still, her burns visible and the tube down her throat. He sat the lilies he had gotten her next to the daisies he had gotten her a couple of days ago. He decided he would bring her flowers twice a week. He thought that was a reasonable amount of flowers. He didn't want to seem like he was being weird and bring her one every day. If he knew it wouldn't look weird, he would. He got them from a flower stand just outside of the hospital he passed every day on his way here.

Originally, Steve had been staying in Brooklyn. After the whole thing with Loki and the Chitauri, he moved down to Washington DC and helped SHIELD with missions. It was whenever Fury needed his help. Frankly, he did it because it was something to do. He was tired of all the days were he did nothing. So, he went to the gym more often and made sure he went to do other things. He was trying to immerse himself back into society but it was difficult. Natasha had helped him a little, even urging him to go on a date with someone. In all honesty, he just couldn't. His mind was still stuck on the life he should've had, the one with Peggy.

His visit with Peggy didn't make it any better either. When they told him she had Alzheimer's when he first visited, it had scared him. He wasn't sure if she would remember him and it killed him inside to think that. He still visited with her, though, and she had remembered him. Towards the end of their conversation, however, her Alzheimer's kicked in and it was like she had set eyes on him for the first time in seventy years. He wanted more than anything to be at her side and have been the one to grow old with her. She had children and had moved on, which he was glad she had, but it still hurt.

Now, he decided was open to falling in love but he wouldn't be searching for it. He was open to it more than anything else, but he knew it was going to be so difficult to find someone. He wasn't sure if he could find someone for him that could accept all the craziness in his life. He was Captain America, he was an Avenger, and was a man out of time. He didn't know how everything worked and didn't really want to because it scared him. All the knowledge they had now was a huge difference to the way things had been seventy years ago. He could only wish there was a chance that maybe someday he could catch up.

Steve sat down next to the Jane DoE' bed and stared at her for a couple of minutes. He knew she might not look too good with the state she was in now, but she was really a beautiful girl. The kind of natural beauty, of course. She had such lovely features. She had an oval face, light olive complexion, almond-shaped brown eyes, and smooth, long, straight dark brown hair. She was 5'7" and had a slim, slightly athletic physique. Her doctor, an arrogant man named Doctor Strange that Steve did not really like at all, had said she was in her early twenties.

The reason Steve didn't like Doctor Strange was because he only took on the case was because Jane Doe was a high-profile case. Who didn't wonder who the heroic girl was? Plus, Jane Doe had been odd in her treatment, Dr. Strange had said to him the other day. Apparently, Jane Doe was completely brain dead, but she still showed signs of being alive. Really, it was like she was in a vegetative state. All of her organs functioned just perfectly, but it was as if nobody was home. They really kept her hooked up to all these machines because they weren't sure if her body would end up giving out and they wanted to be prepared. Normally, the doctor or a nurse wouldn't tell a complete stranger this stuff like this. Fortunately, the fact he had saved her, no one had claimed her yet and the fact he was a part of SHIELD gave him leeway. He was grateful for that or he might not have been able to find out anything about her.

"This is where you've been hiding the past week and a half?"

Steve didn't turn to Natasha Romanoff. She had probably been there watching for God knows how long and he didn't really care. All he had been doing was sitting with the Jane Doe, staring at her and occasionally out of the window. "What can I do for you, Agent Romanoff?" Steve glanced over his shoulder slightly and only for a moment.

Agent Romanoff remained silent as she came to stand on the other side of the bed, looking at the girl herself. "She's pretty," She commented after a moment.

"Yeah, she is," Steve murmured, his eyes going back to the brunette in the hospital bed.

"A shame she had to go in the way she did. A beam dropped on the head has to be painful, I imagine."

"She's not dead, Natasha. Everything is perfectly functioning, except her brain." Steve snapped as looked over at the redhead, who was staring intently at him. He exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck with his hands. "Why are you here? Something Fury wants me to do?"

"Actually, it's because you've not done what Fury wants you to," Natasha looked back to the girl. "You've came here instead, even when visiting hours shouldn't be allowed. Most of the hospital staff thinks you're her boyfriend."

"You've been watching me." He stated dryly.

"Of course we have, just to keep a safe watch," Natasha turned towards him. "Steve, this girl, just as you said, she has no brain activity. There's no chance for her to wake up. She gave herself to save a child, just let her die with dignity."

Steve looked up at Natasha. "She tried to hide it, but I saw she was scared as I carried Zach away. When I got back to save her, she looked so… relieved. Like she realized was actually going to survive… And then the beam fell. I got her out, but she's got burns all over her body." Steve exhaled, looking back to the girl. "She's young, Natasha. She sacrificed herself so the child could live even though she was scared. Now, she's in 'a coma' and no one expects to see her again."

"She's not a soldier like you, Steve. she only saved one life. And she has no one who will miss her… Her parents aren't in her life anymore and she wasn't very sociable."

"I had no one either, Natasha. I still have no one." Steve looked at the redhead again, curious at how she knew that information. "Tell Fury I'll return within the week. Think he'll be satisfied with that?"

"He'll have no other choice but to," Natasha walked over and held out a file. "I thought you'd like what I could find about her. It's not much, but hey, it's enough to know her more than you do right now. The hospital staff has been notified of her identity also. I have a feeling they will be notifying her father before tonight." With that, Natasha turned around and walked out. Steve looked down at the file and stared at it a moment before he opened the first page.

Scottlyn Aileene West was her name… meaning she wasn't a Jane Doe anymore. Reading through her file Steve found she used to be a student NYU and it said she came from a wealthy family that she no longer remained in contact with. Her father lived somewhere in New York in a fancy mansion and seemed to be fine off without her. A random thing, but they had records of her checking out The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn from a library a bunch of times. Seriously, Steve thought to himself, where does SHIELD come across information like this?

Steve read through the file for the rest of the day, looking for something but he wasn't sure what. As he did, the nurse May walked into the room and noticed him reading as she checked on Scottlyn. "You've got friends in high places, sir." The woman, who looked to be in her mid-fifties, said to him as she readjusted the blankets on Scottlyn. "Finding out this girl's identity was a good thing."

"Yes, I appreciate it was finally done." Steve said as he closed the file and looked over at Scottlyn. "I read her father was her only relative left; did you notify him about her?"

The nurse nodded and looked at him with a sad face. "Spoke to him myself. Said he couldn't be spared from a business trip was on. He's a lawyer for Oscorp. That company is nothing but bad luck. I was tempted to give him a tongue lashing, you know. His only child in a state as hers and he doesn't rush over." She shook her head at thought of the man. "Poor girl." Steve frowned as he looked back to Scottlyn. He did feel sad for her. Even her father hadn't come… "You know–" The nurse began again, pulling Steve's attention back to her. "–sometimes coma patients can hear. So maybe, if you continue your visits that is, you could read to her. I bet she would appreciate that." The nurse gave him a small smile before she left the room.

Steve noticed a while later how dark it had gotten outside. He knew he needed to go back to his apartment, even if it was just going to seem empty… With a sad expression he stood and went over to the curtains to close them so the sun wouldn't bother her when it rose. He paused for a moment then turned back to Scottlyn. She didn't look like a Scottlyn to him, but he didn't question it. Rather he stared at her another moment and touched her cheek… He pulled back and turned, walking out of the hospital room, missing the little twitch movement she did when he touched her cheek.