A/N: Heyo people! This next chapter of amazingness is dedicated to ChickWithThePurpleGuitar for her amazingness and for getting a lead role in her play! :) If you guys haven't already read her stories YOU HAVE TO THEY ARE AMAZING especially Oh, Nico. If you get her to 2000 reviews she will explode in happiness.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and mysterious girl (whose name you will soon find out).

Chapter 2

Steve woke to a blinding light in his eyes. He winced as he tried to blink the spots from his vision.

"Steve." He heard Agent Romanoff's voice, but he still couldn't see anything but white specks.

Steve sat up and rubbed his eyes. His vision began to clear. He was in one of the small infirmary rooms on the helicarrier. Agent Barton stood in the corner with his arms crossed. Natasha sat on the bed beside him. "Steve, can you hear me?"

Steve's ears rang. "Loud and clear." He winced. "What happened?"

Clint spoke up. "The girl pricked you with something and you passed out. You're fine now; the stuff didn't stay in your system for long."

So that was the taste of bile in his mouth. Great. Steve swung his legs off the bed. "So she wasn't just a dream."

"Unfortunately not," Clint said, rubbing his blood shot eyes.

"Who is she?" Steve asked, standing up. Bad idea. The world spun as his legs wobbled. Natasha helped Steve sit back down.

"We don't know."

"What?!" Steve exclaimed through gritted teeth.

"She said she wouldn't talk to anyone but you." Clint informed him, almost angrily. "Do you know her?"

"No," Steve sighed. He stood up again, and this time his head didn't swim. The door opened and Hill looked in. "Fury wants to see you as soon as you're ready."

Steve nodded. "I'm good now."

Hill walked out and Steve nodded at Natasha. "Thanks."

"No problem, Cap," Natasha said. Steve walked out of the infirmary and followed Hill through the helicarrier.

"Where are we going?" Steve asked.

"You'll see soon enough," Hill replied, glancing back at him. Steve shifted uncomfortably. She looked nervous.

They finally reached a circular room with a high ceiling. In the middle of the room was a round glass chamber.

Steve was confused. "I thought Thor...?"

"It was necessary to build a new one," Hill explained.

"Does Banner know that?" Steve asked.

"Not yet," Hill admitted, leading him to where Fury stood at the control panel.

"Captain," Fury said, shaking Steve's hand. "Good to see you."

It had been a year since the Avengers had worked together to defeat Loki and the Chitauri. Steve had hoped that they wouldn't need to assemble again, but unfortunately he had been wrong. Steve looked inside the chamber for the first time. The girl sat in the middle of the cage, watching Steve. It was a little disconcerting. She looked so small in the cage but her eyes said something else. She was ready for anything they threw at her.

"Hill, I want you back in the main control room," Fury said.

"Yes, sir." Hill walked back the way they had come.

Fury looked at Steve. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Steve said, rolling his shoulders back. Fury pushed a button on the control panel and the deadbolt lock slid open, opening the door.

Steve walked in the containment chamber and the door closed and locked again. The girl continued to stare at Steve with steely grey eyes. This was the first time Steve had gotten a really good look at her. She had straight dark hair that was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her grey eyes were almost blue, but not quite. She had slightly tan skin, but it was hard to tell whether it was an actual tan or just the dirt covering her.

She was covered from head to toe in dust from Steve's wall, and where there was skin showing there was dirt. There was dried blood on her lip from where Steve had punched her. She looked like a street kid, except for the black fingerless gloves, the hard black boots, the black utility belt, and her black clothes. All her clothes were super tight, showing her abs and her arm muscles. She looked like a mini Natasha.

The girl didn't make a move, so Steve sat down in front of her. There was something familiar about her, the shape of her lips, her high cheekbones. Steve reached out to touch her face. The girl didn't move, just continued to stare at him. Steve rubbed some of the dirt off her cheek with his thumb. As soon as he saw her skin, a face flashed on top of the girl's, a face he knew very well. Steve drew back as if he had been burned.

Fury watched with curiosity from the control panel, his face a mask.

"Who are you?" Steve asked.

The girl's voice was rough, like she hadn't had water in days. "My name is Olivia Peggy Carter."

Steve frowned and backhanded her across the face. She flinched, but didn't make a sound. "Who are you really?" Steve said angrily.

The girl looked him right in the eye. "I am not lying to you. That's my name. I was named after my grandmother."

Steve was silent, so the girl continued. "My grandmother loved a brave man called Steve Rogers. She thought he died, and she mourned him for the longest time. She finally put her sorrow aside and married a man named Dave. She kept her last name though. They had a boy, and she named him Steve, and had him have her last name. Steve married a woman named Lucy, and they gave birth to me. My grandmother would always tell me stories about war and bravery, but most of all a hero named Steve Rogers. When she lay in bed dying, she told me she was happy because she would finally see Steve again. She died believing in that. Only he wasn't there."

A single tear flowed down Steve's cheek. She's dead. He had never thought to look for her. "When?" Steve asked.

"Five years ago," Olivia said. She looked on the verge of tears, and Steve knew then that she was telling the truth. "I'm sorry," Olivia said. "I know she meant a lot to you."

Steve looked at Olivia. "She'll wait for me."

Olivia nodded. "However long it takes, she'll wait."

Outside the cage, Fury called Hill on the comm. "Hill, I want every available agent doing a search for Olivia Carter. I want anything you can give me."

"On it," Hill said.

"What happened to you?" Steve asked, clearly wanting to change the subject from his love life.

"I'm an experiment. They made me a monster." Olivia drew her knees to her chest. She was suddenly shaking uncontrollably. She was obviously just a normal person, just like Steve had been before the war.

Steve put a hand on her shoulder. "It's ok. Most of us here aren't normal. We all went through the same thing you did."

"No you didn't," Olivia said. "Not like me. They took me from my house when I was 13, about 3 years ago."

She's sixteen. She looks so much younger than that. "Who?" Steve asked.

Olivia shook her head. "I don't know."

Steve sighed, and Olivia continued. "They kept me chained to this table. Every night they would come and whisper in my ear. They told me they were making me special and that I would save the world." Olivia paused for a second. "One day I woke up and I had no free will. Whatever they told me to do, I had to do it. They told me to do something awful."

"What did they tell you to do?" Steve asked, dreading what would come next.

"I can't say," Olivia whispered.

"You have to tell me, Olivia." Steve insisted, inching closer.

"If I tell you, then you won't trust me anymore," Olivia pleaded.

"I never said I trusted you in the first place," Steve pointed out.

Olivia was silent for a moment. What she said next would change her life, so she chose her words carefully. "They told me to kill the Avengers one by one, starting with you."

Fury became very uncomfortable very fast. "Captain..."

"Just on more question," Steve said, standing up. "When you blasted through my apartment wall this morning-"

"I was coming to kill you, yes. I got kind of distracted though."

Steve smiled grimly as he walked towards the now open chamber door. "You were right. I don't trust you."

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