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Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked up at me. I stood there awkwardly, my hand roaming up to grab a lock of my dark hair and twirling it around my finger, one of my nervous habits. The man whose face was covered in stubble stood up and held out his hand. "Well, hello there," he began with a smirk. "I'm Tony. Tony Stark. Also known as Iron Man. Either name works. And you must be the new medical director. Everyone failed to mention you'd be as stunning as you are."

I blushed and shook the man's hand. I'd heard of Tony Stark, of course. He ran Stark Industries and owned the massive skyscraper that took up a large part of the NYC skyline. He was also known to be a ruthless playboy, but things had died down after he started dating his former assistant, now CEO of Stark Ind., Pepper Potts.

"Let me introduce you to everyone," Tony said, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "That man, right there with the glasses, he's Dr. Bruce Banner. Turns into this crazy psycho green thing when he's angry."

I raised my eyebrows at the seemingly innocent man he was referring to. Dr. Banner looked up and smiled apologetically. "I control it pretty well, though Tony will tell you differently."

Tony shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, I'm not buying it. Now, that guy," he continued, taking the pen from between his teeth and pointing at the massive man with the long blonde hair, "He's Thor. He's some Norse god from Ass-whatever with a glowing hammer."

"Asgard," the man corrected, with the most bizarre accent I had ever heard. "You insolent human."

"I'm not the one who's naming my construction tools," Tony retorted, rolling his eyes. "And this guy, with the bad haircut, he's Clint. And I can see you've already met Natasha. Such charmers, aren't they? Can't tell you the last time they smiled." He looked over at the two agents, but they both just rolled their eyes.

"And that charming man that you haven't been able to take your eyes off of is Steve. Stevey-boy here is actually old enough to be your grandfather, so I don't see why you're bothering," Tony finished, pointing at the attractive man in the blue shirt.

My jaw dropped and I blushed so hard that I swore I could feel it in my toes, and it looked as if Steve was blushing, also. "Don't be an ass, Stark," the man with the eye patch scolded. "Mr. Rogers was a hero in World War II. He froze himself in the North Atlantic while saving millions of people. We thawed him out and he woke up just this past year."

"Wow," I managed to choke out, despite my embarrassment. "That's incredible."

Steve looked up and offered me a small smile. "Thank you."

"Stark, if you wouldn't mind sitting back down and getting your hands off the new Medical Director, we could finally start this meeting," the man with the eye patch said.

"Ah, how could I forget?" Tony said, dropping his arm from my shoulder. "I almost didn't introduce you to our wonderful leader, Mr. Fury. Just charming, isn't he? I think it's the eye patch. It really helps establish—"

"Stark," Mr. Fury scolded. Tony scoffed and retreated back to his original seat. "You can take a seat, Dr. Andrews."

I sat in the seat directly in front of me, at the farthest end of the table, away from all the other members.

Agent Coulson, having not said a word the entire time, offered me a small smile. "You'll do fine," he whispered. I looked down at my hands and realized I was shaking. I hadn't even known I was this nervous.

"Rebecca Andrews," Dr. Fury began, reading from a paper on the table in front of him. "Says you graduated here from Harvard Medical with a PhD in medicine, executive surgeon at Mt. Sinai, volunteering at the American Red Cross…but it's all a cover up, now isn't it?"

I gulped. "No, sir, not entirely," I began, not exactly sure where I was going to go with this. "I mean, yes, the medical degree was entirely necessary, and my success as a surgeon may have come easier for me than most people, but it isn't an act, per say. I want more than anything to help people, and to do that, this is what I've had to do." I twiddled my thumbs, praying I had given a good answer.

"Wait," Clint interrupted. "A cover up for what, exactly?" Mr. Fury looked up at me expectantly, silently asking me to answer.

"I, uh," how do I explain it? "I'm a healer, I guess. If I touch someone where they've been injured, it immediately heals and I can tell exactly what was wrong in the first place."

Tony's fist pounded on the table. "Well, look at that. Sexy and talented."

"Could you at least try to have some respect for her?" Steve asked, pushing his chair back from the table.

"I'm just stating the obvious! You're thinking the same thing!" Tony shouted, also pushing his chair back.

Steve began to rise from his seat. "Yes, she is beautiful, but we don't need to throw around vulgar names! She's a woman, and you should treat her as such!" he shouted.

Mr. Fury pushed both men down into their seats. "Could you both just behave?" he shouted, visibly seething. Had that man, Steve…had he just defended me? And…called me beautiful? I let my eyes wander over to him for just a second and his face was completely flushed, though from anger or embarrassment, I couldn't tell. "I'm sorry for that, Dr. Andrews," Mr. Fury continued.

I blushed and shook my head. "No need."

He sighed. "Now, as our Medical Director, you'd be in charge of our Medical Ward. We have a couple clearance tests to run you through, and then you'll have full access to the floor below us, the hospital wing. You have a full staff and wouldn't be expected to be present for minor injuries, but you will be consulted or utilized in any of the more prominent ones. This also includes rehabilitation, so you have complete access to both gyms in the building. At the present time, you'll be working with Captain Rogers, ensuring that he's at 100% after his…nap. Is that clear?"

Medical Director. They were willing to put me, someone they barely knew, in charge of one of the most important aspects of the organization. A smile began to slowly sneak its way onto my face, and I nodded. "Crystal."

Mr. Fury smiled. "Good. We're happy to have you on board, Dr. Andrews."

"My pleasure."

Fury stood up from his chair and gathered his things. "Alright, you're all dismissed. Rogers, I want you to show Dr. Andrews to the Medical Ward and both gyms."

Steve nodded, and everyone began to file out of the room, leaving just the two of us. "Nice to meet you, ma'am," he said, walking over to me. "I'm not sure I properly introduced myself. I'm Steve." He reached out his hand, and I shook it.

"Rebecca Andrews," I replied with a smile. He opened the door to the corridor and I nearly walked into him. He did not walk out the door, like I had expected, but stepped aside and waited for me to exit the room first. "Thank you," I mumbled in response, and he joined me out in the hallway. He led the way back to the main room I had originally come in at.

"I'm sorry for Tony's comments back there…and for the way I reacted," Steve said after a couple minutes, breaking the silence.

The memory brought a blush back up to my cheeks. "Don't be. I, uh…I appreciated it, more than you know. Most men wouldn't even think what Mr. Stark had said was rude."

Steve gave a light chuckle. "That's been one of the hardest things to get used to. People today are so…different than they used to be."

I smiled up at him. "I can imagine. I always used to tell my mom that I had been born in the wrong time period. The way society is today…it can be horrible. But you grow used to it, I guess."

Steve's smile faded. "You shouldn't have to, though."

"That's true. But I'd rather try to make the best of things now than not be alive at all."

He took a moment to process my statement as we walked. "I agree, but it still doesn't make it alright." We came to an elevator and he pressed the down button. "What time did you wish you could have lived in?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and smiled at the image there. "Just after your time period, actually. Late 40s, early 50s. Everything was…perfect. The war was over, people were patriotic. Couples went out dancing, real dancing, and feelings were genuine. " I opened my eyes, coming back to reality, and walked onto the elevator. I looked at Steve and noticed that he was smiling brightly as well.

"It was like that during the war, too," he said. "You'd spend all your time outside, riding bikes, getting a beer. None of those video games that everyone plays with now. And like you said, a date was a real date. People now, going to these clubs and just crawling all over people…it was nothing like that. It was pure…it was just real fun." Steve then blushed. "Not that I went on many dates."

I chuckled as we stepped off the elevator into another hallway. "You're joking, right? Have you seen yourself?" I blushed slightly at my comment, and I could tell he did too.

"I didn't always look like this," Steve admitted. "I, uh…had a…procedure done, just before I enlisted in the war. A science experiment. It made me like this. And even after, and still…I'm not very good with women," he mumbled, blushing.

"Well, we've been able to hold a good conversation for about five minutes now. You're obviously not terrible," I said with a laugh. He joined in.

"This may be my new record for talking to a woman. Five whole minutes."

We both laughed as he opened the door to an extensive gym, filled to the brim with treadmills, ellipticals, weights, and other equipment. "This is the main gym. This is the one almost everyone uses. If you can't find someone, they're usually in here," Steve told me.

"Almost everyone?" I questioned. Steve smiled.

"Follow me." We exited the gym and walked a little further down the corridor and came upon another door that Steve held open for me. Inside was a gym that looked as if it came straight out of a history textbook. An old-fashioned boxing ring was in the center, with different punching bags hanging from the ceiling across the room. Old posters of boxing legends hung up on the walls, and the room even had a musty smell to it.

"Let me guess," I began as I walked around the room. "This is where I'll always be able to find you."

Steve laughed. "Yes. They made this gym after they found me, before I woke up. They had originally planned to slowly ease me back into the modern world, but it didn't work out so well. The gym was already here, and the stuff down the hall is too high-tech for me, so I use this gym."

As I walked further into the room, I saw in the one corner a huge poster from World War II with an advertisement for a Captain America show in New York City. I smiled, and noticed that other Captain America memorabilia littered the room. As I stared at the poster, I noticed that the man seemed to almost resemble…

"Steve?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the picture in front of me.

"Yes?" he answered, coming to stand beside me.

"Is that…?"

"Yeah. That's me." Steve looked down, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks started to turn pink.

"Huh. Captain America. I learned all about you in college. You were a hero."

He gave a nervous chuckle. "I did what I had to do."

I smiled. "Modest, too? My, my, who would've known Captain America was such a decent man?"

We both laughed at my teasing. "Yeah, well, I'm just trying my best."

"Well, you're doing a pretty good job."