It took Beatrice a while to get some things together for wherever she was going, and by the time she finished getting her things together; Agent Hill was gone. She quickly noticed the paper on her counter and read it out loud.

"Beatrice- I'm sorry I couldn't stay and go with you to our base, but the Director needed me ASAP. There is a car waiting for you outside to take you to the landing strip where another agent will see you get to the Helicarrier safely. His name is Agent Phil Coulson and he will take good care of you. I'll see you when I see you, Agent Hill." Beatrice sighed, putting the paper back and going to grab her leather jacket. She was about to go grab her bag when something caught her eye. Sitting in a picture frame was the very picture that Pops gave to Beatrice at her high school graduation. The black and white picture was weathered around the sides and you could tell just by looking at it that it was aged. Beatrice walked up to the frame and slowly removed the back to take the picture out.

Looking at it one more time, Beatrice folded it carefully before putting it in her jacket's inner pocket. She made her she had everything; extra clothes, her phone, the tablet Agent Hill left for her to look over the "mission", and most importantly; her rings. She then put on a pair of sunglasses and finally left the comfort of her home to walk down a couple flights of stairs to the outside. Sitting there once she got there was a big black SUV; something you would see FBI or CIA using. Beatrice walked up to the car and knocked on the window before it slowly rolled down. A fairly fit black haired man dressed in a basic black suit sat in the driver's seat with a pair of shades over his eyes but still looking in her general direction.

"Beatrice Babino?"

"You must be S.H.I.E.L.D."

"How could you tell?" he asked, lowering his glasses down the bridge of his nose.

"Because so far the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. have all addressed me as Beatrice Babino when first talking to me. It's way to formal for around here." Beatrice explained and smiled before letting the guy smile at her and then make a head motion at her.

"Get in, I have to take you to the landing strip." Beatrice didn't need to be told twice. She got into the passenger seat and buckled in before the guy pulled out into traffic. "Since I already know your name, it's only even that you know my name; Agent Grant Ward."

"Nice to meet you Agent Ward, sorry for using you as a taxi service today."

"It's no big thing; it was either this or the big pile of paperwork that's sitting at my desk from my last mission. This won by a long shot." Agent Ward explained. Beatrice smiled before looking out the window and watched her city pass by. People walked on the sidewalk to there intended destinations and others just stood around on their phones, played their instruments for the walking people or sat outside cafes with their friends. Agent Ward wasn't much of a talker after our taxi talk, and sooner than later, we arrived at the landing strip. Many different looking planes were strewed about the paved land, but the black jet looking plane is what Agent Ward stopped the car near. Outside the plane was a short man dressed similarly as Agent Ward, with light brown hair a elongated nose that also held a pair of sunglasses like Agent Ward. Beatrice got out of the SUV with her bag and as soon as she slammed the door, the car was off back to the city.

"You must be the Miss. Babino Agent Hill told me about." The man said. She nodded and the man held out his hand for her. "Agent Phil Coulson, I'm going to be escorting you and another passenger to the Helicarrier."

"Another passenger?" Beatrice asked, shaking Agent Coulson's hand quickly before following the man onto the jet. The inside looked even more awesome then the outside; massive amounts of technology covered the walls and impressed Beatrice to no end; this seems like S.H.I.E.L.D. Sitting in one of the seats behind the pilot's seat was a largely muscled man with his blonde hair in a spick-and-span sort of look and dressed in a green button down shirt, dark slacks, and a brown leather jacket. The man looked up at her as she entered, putting his hands behind his back and straightening his posture when he stood.

Agent Coulson walked around Beatrice as she stood still looking around the jet, "Miss. Babino, this is our other passenger; Captain Steve Rogers." Beatrice took her sunglasses off her face and locked eyes with said man, something in how he stood and the way he looked picked at her brain, but she couldn't place it. "Captain Rogers, this is Beatrice Babino."

"Ma'am." Captain Rogers nodded his head at Beatrice, taking one of his hands from behind his back and holding it out for her to take. She did, giving the man a firm shake.

"Captain. I assume you're not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"No ma'am." Beatrice nodded before looking at Agent Coulson who was looking at Captain Rogers in almost a fan girling way.

"You okay, Agent Coulson?" She asked, shaking the man from his trance. He looked at her and smiled before nodding.

"Just fine, Miss. Babino. It's not every day we have a war hero with us." That's what made Beatrice widen her eyes and for Captain Rogers to get slightly red from embarrassment.

"War hero?" Beatrice asked, looking at the tall man in leather.

"Yes," Agent Coulson said before Captain Rogers could get a word in, "Captain Rogers was known back in the day as Captain America."

Beatrice's body went completely rigid as the words left Agent Coulson's mouth. Her hands started to shake and she looked wide eyed at the man standing in front of her.

"You okay ma'am?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah." Beatrice chuckled and shut her eyes for a minute before looking back at Captain Rogers. "You're Captain America?"

"Yes ma'am."

"As in, war hero and super soldier of World War II? That Captain America?"

"Yes."

"Um, hold on," Beatrice quickly went into her jacket pocket and pulled out her picture before unfolding it and showing the man. "You're the man in this photo?"

Captain Rogers's eyes widened at the old black and white picture of the 107th, "How did you get that?"

"You see that man?" Beatrice pointed to the man near the end of the middle row in the picture, "That's Anthony Babino, he was a part of the 107th that was saved by you at the Battle of Azzano. He was my grandfather."

"Babino? Anthony Babino from Brooklyn?"

"You remember him?"

"He was a good man, a good soldier too. I never got to know him or anything, but when we talked the day this picture was took, we talked for a couple minutes with a friend of mine. We were all from the same area in Brooklyn." Captain Rogers explained. It got quiet for a couple seconds before the pilot's voice came over the com and said they were about to take off.

"Please Miss. Babino, Captain Rogers; take a seat for departure." Agent Coulson said before taking his own seat and putting on a pair of headphones. The two passengers took their seats, one chair sitting in between them.

"I'm sorry for all the questions, Captain Rogers. It's just I kinda grew up hearing the story of Azzano all the time." Beatrice explained, catching Captain Rogers's eye as she put the picture back in her inner jacket pocket. The plane started to move and leave the ground as their journey started.

"It's no problem ma'am, you're grandfather was a great man."

"You don't have to call me ma'am; Beatrice is fine." Beatrice smiled at the super soldier. Captain Rogers smiled back at the small woman.

"Then you don't have to call me Captain Rogers."

"Steve then?"

"Steve it is."