Steve was on the Helicarrier again, a few days late, meeting his guide; the person who was going to bring him from the 1940's to the modern-day, and hopefully still manage to keep some of who he was. He knew there were things they weren't going to change about him. His patriotism, his need to protect his people, and his ability to adapt were all things he wanted to keep. Steve just hoped that his guide was polite and would hopefully help him understand what had happened over the years. He had been waiting for a while when he saw two women walking towards him. One he recognized with annoyance and the other he had no clue about. Rowan Warren was walking with a brown-haired woman whose smile could have made her a model. She was shorter than Rowan, with blue eyes that seemed to look right through you, and a build that was more sylph-like.

The shorter woman caught sight of him and smiled, but continued to talk to Rowan. "-ming to the party, right? Everyone misses you. Even Nick promised he'd come." The face that Rowan made had the older woman making a laugh. They drew closer to the super soldier, and the shorter woman smiled at him, holding out her hand which he took. Her hand shake was firm. "Hello, Captain Rogers. I'm Sylvia Reynolds. I'm going to be your guide through the twentieth and what there's been of the twenty-first century. This is Ro-"

"We've met, Sylv." The hostility from Raven bothered Rogers, though at the same time he felt he deserved it.

Sylvia looked between the two of them and secretly smiled, though she looked serious. "Well, then, I hope you don't mind her tagging along for some of the trip. I have to brief her and Johnson on their mission before they go out."

"No. No, I don't mind. Hello, Miss Warren."

"It's Agent Warren." The familiar voice was quick to correct him and he grew silent as Sylvia picked up where she'd left off with Rowan.

"Come on, you have to come. I didn't put it all together so that you could just skip out. You're turning twenty-one. That's a big thing! Something to celebrate!" Sylvia's eyes twinkled as she teased the younger woman.

"It's a time to settle in and be quiet, not drive everyone insane. It's not my fault I finished college a year early." Rowan grumbled and continued to walk. Sylvia shook her head, but dropped the topic, turning her attention to Steve.

"So, Captain, how has the modern world been treating you? Well I hope. Stark promised me he'd let you use his Tower as a home." Sylvia's voice was soothing and Steve quickly fell into conversation with Sylvia, half forgetting about Rowan, though he always knew where she was, and her mood. He wasn't sure why, but she seemed annoyed by him. Well no, he knew why, but still. She got to the door they had to get through first, and refused to let him hold it for her.

"Modern day, Captain, I can hold doors for you." Her voice was snarky, and even as he got through the door first, she flounced past him to sit next to Johnson, a tall dark haired man who seemed to be just as young as Raven. Johnson was watching Steve with a half-dazed look. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Stop hero worshiping. We have a mission to be briefed on."

"Should I be here if you are briefing them?" Steve was quick to ask once he realized what was going on.

"It's fine. They are going to pull a new hero into the fold; a young woman who seems to be able to get others to tell the truth. We're hoping she'll do well as a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. team. You might even work with her one day." With that, Sylvia launched into the briefing. The woman the pair was going after was a truth forcer or something like that, about nineteen, about the same height as Rowan, red hair, green eyes, a slight temper, a loner by all accounts, and in Arizona, working as an intern for the FBI. Once the briefing was over, Warren and Coulson got up.

"Thank you, Reynolds; we'll bring her home safe." Phil was quick to smile and walked out the door. Sylvia grabbed Rowan before she left.

"Don't let him run away with this. You're just as good as him, and he won't be able to charm his way into her good side. She'll need some convincing." Sylvia said.

Rowan nodded, and walked out the door. Sylvia turned her attention to Steve.

"Well, that was interesting. Sit, please. Have some water. I forgot to let you know you aren't in the military any more. You can sit down when you want."

"About that. I don't know how I'm going to pay for anything." He looked very worried, and she laughed, sitting down next to him and touching his arm. She seemed like a warm, happy person who just loved everyone, and acted like a mother.

"Dear, that was taken care of as soon as we realized you were alive. We have accounts for you, with everything you'll need. Don't worry too much about it, really. Now, about Rowan." He made a face, and she chuckled. "Ah. She got on your nerves. She does that. She read you, didn't she? She's always been perceptive. At a young age she was abused, and she had to learn how to take care of herself, and how to read people. It's something she can't shut off. She didn't mean to see to the root of your problems, but that's who she is. There are no extra powers to it, just years of learning how to see people. I will apologize for her, because for her... not reading someone would be like taking away your patriotism. She's not as perceptive as the young woman they will be bringing into S.H.I.E.L.D., but there's no really lying to her. She's chased plenty of people away because of that."

He looked at her confused.

"But she understood my problems so well. It was... eerie, and I was very rude. I can see why she was cold."

"That wasn't cold, dear. You'll know when she goes cold. It feels like she's burned you, and yet there's nothing coming from her. I've felt it, and seen it. She can work with people she doesn't like. The question is, can you? She's closer to your age, no offense, but I'm almost forty, and you are a young man of about twenty-two. She's going to have an easier time explaining things, if only because you can grasp things faster than I can explain them. She'll be of help. Plus she can show you things I can't. She may not have grown up here, but she's taken to New York like she had been. She has a huge love of history, so if you need to know something that's happened here between then and now ask her. I was given the assignment of teaching you everything you need to know, but she knows things that I don't, and I was given the okay to bring in people I need to help. Of course, she doesn't have to if she doesn't want to, but I've yet to see her not take a challenge."

"Ma'am, you don't look forty." The first thing that came to mind made her laugh, and he felt himself relax.

"Thank you, dear, that was kind. Now let's get down to business. You need to learn everything you can, and I figure history is the best. This program we have will teach you everything from the beginning of World War I, to today, and you can ask it questions, go off on your own research and so on. I will be sticking around for today, but unless you have questions, I'll probably be working. After today that is. And I'll have other things for you to do, to help you learn. Anyways, let's get started." With that she told the computer to start at the beginning of World War II. The program showed a video with a young woman's voice, talking about World War II. Steve was entranced. It was amazing, this moving image was in color, and he just stared at it. Sylvia watched him amused. There was wonder on his face that made her want to take a picture to show Rowan. She didn't, but listened to the tale spun by history, and wondered what he was thinking. Her gaze slipped from the blonde man to the images on the screen, getting lost in the story as well.