After Mia obtained her belongings from the safe, she took Steve's advice and allowed herself to rest. She went up to the 87th floor where her usual room resided. Whenever Mia would visit Pepper and Tony that was where she stayed. She didn't understand why Tony was so against her staying with them if she already had a room here.

"JARVIS, wake me up in an hour. I'm just going to take a power nap," She told the AI as she got into her bed.

"Of course Ms. Carter."

Instead of waking her up in an hour, though, JARVIS' orders were canceled by Tony who found out she took a nap and decided it would be better for her to just sleep, so when Mia woke up to total darkness, she was pretty confused. At first, she thought there was an intruder in the building, immediately going into Agent mode, she grabbed the gun in her nightstand and cocked it.

"JARVIS, what's the time?" She asked with a low voice.

"The current time is 5:27 am. Sir asked me to not wake you up when you told me to," JARVIS replied, effectively calming the agent and setting down her gun.

Mia groaned, tilting her head back, "Ugh, damn it, Tony. Now my sleeping pattern's going to be all messed up."

Changing into a simple pair of short shorts and a tank top, Mia decided it would be best if she just stayed up, rather than attempting to go back to sleep. She walked down the empty hallway to the elevator, telling JARVIS to take her to the main kitchen of the building. Mia was in a surprisingly good mood and chose to cook breakfast for everyone. She knew Nat and Clint were staying in the building too. Once the elevator doors slid open, she heard movement happening from the kitchen. Her agent mode kicked in and automatically went for her gun. She cussed when she didn't have it on her, taking cautious steps towards the sound, Mia was surprised to see Steve. She safely assumed it was him because of his physique.

"Steve."

The name fell out of her mouth before she could stop it. Steve turned around at the sound of her voice, a bit startled.

"Amelia! What are you doing up so early?" He asked her.

"I just woke up from my so-called nap. I'm blaming Tony if my sleeping schedule gets messed up," She muttered under her breath.

Mia looked up at Steve, "What are you doing up?"

Steve looked down at his feet, feeling ashamed a bit.

"I, uh, it was just a bad dream," He tried to pass off with a shake of his head.

Mia nodded understandingly. Being a field agent comes with a price, seeing the horrors that you've lived over again.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Mia offered, having a Psychology degree allowed her to know that talking about these kinds of things is actually very helpful.

"No ma'am, that's alright. I don't want to bother you," Steve politely declined.

Mia knew it wouldn't be a good idea to press on the subject, "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'd be happy to listen."

She gave him a kind smile as she crossed the kitchen to switch on the other lights that were currently off.

"Since you're here, wanna help me make breakfast? I know everyone's staying here for the meanwhile and I'm in a pretty good mood," She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at Steve who was contemplating on the offer.

Truth be told, he barely even heard her ask the question. He was too busy gawking at her attire. Because of the dim lighting earlier, Steve couldn't make out what she looked like, but now he could see that she was wearing a very revealing tank top and her bottoms, well he would call them shorts but he was pretty sure they could pass for underwear! Steve couldn't help but admire her figure, though. When she was wearing her skin-tight uniform the other day, it held no justice to seeing the smooth expanse of creamy skin underneath.

Her body was like an hour glass, very curvy, but he could still see the muscle in her from her training. Those shorts made her legs look like they were miles long. Steve's eyes slowly went back up to meet her questioning ones. He stuttered out an unintelligent 'what?'

"I asked if you wanted to help me cook breakfast for everyone else?" Mia repeated.

"Oh! Of course I'll help, Ma taught me a thing or two about cooking before she passed," He told her.

"So I was thinking you can get started on the eggs while I do the bacon," She suggested, turning around to the fridge for the bacon.

She handed Steve a carton of eggs as they split up in the kitchen to do their jobs. Mia got two pans out and placed them on the flat stove.

"So how was yesterday?" She began making conversation as she waited for the pan to heat up.

Steve looked up from the bowl of eggs he was beating up, "It was alright, we found a few dozens of people. It's horrible that this happened and the civilians were caught up in it. I just feel that by finding as many people and burying them properly gives them more closure rather than being stuck underneath a pile of blocks."

Mia nodded, completely agreeing with what he said.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help. I was supposed to originally after my power nap, but Tony commanded JARVIS not to wake me," Mia huffed.

She started to place strips of bacon in the pan, the sizzling covered the silence that fell upon the two.

"Your accent," Steve began, "I couldn't help but notice it. It's subtle, but it's there. Were you born in England?"

Mia chuckled lightly, "No, I was born in the States, it's just whenever I visit Aunt Peg I somehow always bring back an accent."

She noticed how his muscles tensed at the mention of her aunt. His jaw was clenched as he poured the egg in the pan.

"She watched you, you know."

Steve's head turned towards Amelia who was flipping the bacon strips.

"What?"

"I was with her when she saw the battle. She said you haven't changed a bit," Mia told him, ignoring the intense gaze she felt on the side of her head.

"H-How is she?"

"She's great, lived a good and full life. You haven't seen her since huh?" Mia asked, glancing at him.

Steve shook his head. That was actually the first request he made to Fury if Peggy was still alive and if he could see her. Of course, Fury rejected his request, saying how he wasn't ready to see her the way she is, how his last memory of her was still too fresh in his brain. A couple of sessions with a shrink would be required before he made any plans about hopping on a plane to see Peggy Carter.

"No, Fury didn't think it was a good idea to see her so quickly. I have a couple of more sessions with Dr. Collins before I could even think about seeing her," Steve confessed to her.

"Yeah, I figured. I offered to be your psychologist but, obviously, Uncle Nick saw a problem with that so he ord-"

Steve looked at her sharply, but Mia cut herself off, eyes widening slightly.

"Uhm, I mean..."

"No, you were going to say ordered. You mentioned that too when you were talking to your sister yesterday," Steve confronted her, eyebrows furrowed angrily.

Mia sighed, turning her attention back to the bacon she was frying, putting more in the pan as she took out the cooked ones.

"Fury actually ordered you and your sister to stay away from me?"

It was a question, but the way Steve said it made it seem like a statement.

"Steve, Uncle Nick was wary about your reaction to seeing Aunt Peggy, as well as me. I mean, you remember your reaction when you saw me."

Of course, Steve couldn't deny that he was shocked when he saw Amelia. The similarities the Carter woman had with Peggy was uncanny, they could've been twins!

"That doesn't mean I couldn't have handled it, like right now. I'm fine being around you," Steve explained, gesturing to the two of them.

"Oh, fuck-" Steve looked at her shocked at the use of the word "I still have to tell Uncle Nick about this."

Mia ran a hand through her already disheveled hair.

"Do you want me to talk to him first, I could explain what happened-"

"No, no. It's fine. I can handle him, he's got a sort of soft spot for me, that and Aunt Peggy will have his head for the order in the first place."

Steve chuckled lightly. The elevator dinged, causing the two to look at it. A yawning Clint Barton came out, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked up to see the pair still cooking.

"Ames?" Clint asked, rubbing his eyes again to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Hey Big Bird, how's the head?"

Clint laughed and came around the counter to give Mia a hug. He dropped a kiss on her head as they had their moment.

"What are you doing here? I thought Fury said you were still on leave?"

Before Mia could answer, though, a redhead walked in, already dressed for the day in a simple black shirt and leggings answered for her.

"Fury doesn't know you're back does he? Let alone be in the same room as a certain Captain?"

Natasha Romanoff raised an eyebrow at Mia and Steve before giving a hug to the brunette.

"How are you guys doing?" Mia asked, concerned for her friends and trying to avoid the question.

"Well, the bump on my head from Nat's kick is slowly starting to go away," Clint told her, rubbing the sore spot absentmindedly.

"I meant in a more mental sense," Mia clarified.

"We'll be fine, Ames," Clint waved her off, heading towards the cooked breakfast food.

"Back to my question, does Fury know?" Nat asked again.

Mia looked up from the frying pan to the red head before shaking her head, "I tried to call him before I left, I even called Phil, but they wouldn't answer. Maria was the only one who picked up."

The three Avengers shared looks when Phil Coulson was mentioned. They assumed Mia didn't know what happened.

"Amelia, there's something you should know..." Steve began.

"Rogers..." Nat said, stiffly shaking her head and giving him a warning look.

"She deserves to know," Steve argued, his body turned towards Nat.

"Yes, but now is not the time."

Mia looked at Steve then Nat, then Clint who was just trying to stay out of the fight.

"I'm right here you know," Mia said, trying to make them aware of her presence again.

"Coulson's dead."

It was like ripping off a band-aid the way Steve said it. At first, it went right over Mia's head, chuckling a bit before asking Steve to repeat what he said.

"I'm sorry Amelia, but Coulson's dead. He was stabbed by Loki before the battle even happened."

Mia's smile started to slip as she froze at Steve's words. She almost dropped the spatula she was using. Shakily, she looked at Nat for assurance. The redhead gave a slow, but sad nod. Mia's sight was starting to get blurry, heaving a long sigh, she heard Steve ask if she was going to be okay.

"Y-Yeah, it's-it's just a lot to process. I'm gonna need a day. I need to talk to Uncle Nick, excuse me."

She left before anyone could say anything more. Steve looked at the two assassins in front of him who were sharing secretive looks.

"I gather she was close with Coulson?" Steve asked the two.

"Coulson was her SO. She was with him the minute she passed her exam from the Academy. Coulson was the only one Fury trusted with his pseudo niece. Sharon on the other hand, trained under Maria," Clint explained to him.

Steve nodded his head, beginning to understand Amelia's feelings.

"Maybe I should go after her, see if she's okay," Steve thought aloud.

"That might not be the best idea right now, Cap. Ames is going to Fury, explaining how she disobeyed an executive order isn't at the top of her list right now," Natasha cut it, crossing her arms as a sign of seriousness.

"How much trouble would she be in if Fury found out she and I have met?" Steve asked the two, turning the stove off and placing the last of the eggs and bacon on the plate.

"Well, she can't exactly get fired, she knows too much. Killing her isn't an option either-"

Steve's eyes widened when he received that information. Killing someone because they know too much!?

"-for obvious reasons," continued Clint, "The worst is probably getting demoted, or even suspension from the field."

Steve didn't like the thought of her being punished because of him, it just didn't sit right. To let out some steam, Steve decided to skip breakfast and went to the usual gym he's been going to. Luckily, it wasn't damaged during the battle.

After a few punches and one broken punching bag, Mia showed up to the gym and just observed Steve for a while. He had great (practically perfect) form and it was quite obvious that he has strong punches but Mia could tell at times he held back. Sweat was rolling down the sides of his face and his hair was a darker color because of the sweat.

Mia watched as he stopped punching and held the bag for a moment. She took this as her chance to make her presence known to him.

"Hey," She said, walking closer to him.

Steve looked up when he heard the voice and saw Amelia approaching him and sitting down next to his bag on the bench.

"Hi," He greeted back, slightly surprised to see her there.

Steve grabbed the small towel and wiped his face.

"I asked Clint where you were and he said to check here," She explained as to how she found him.

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier, it was rude of me to just leave like that," Mia started but was immediately cut off by Steve protesting.

"No! No, no, no. I should be the one to apologize. It was really insensitive of me to just blurt out what I did. I wasn't aware you and Coulson were close," Steve told her, looking down at his hands as he unraveled the tape.

"How'd your talk with Fury go?" He asked as he looked up.

"Oh, that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. I think it'd be best if you didn't mention to Uncle Nick that we've met."

Steve raised an eyebrow at her as Amelia gave him a sheepish smile and a small shrug.

"After talking about the whole Phil thing," She swallowed as she said Phil's name, "Uncle Nick gave me a few days off before going back to work, and I forgot to mention you."

"When are you going to mention it?" Steve asked her, starting to put away his things.

"I need a day to wrap my head around what's happened, maybe tomorrow... If he doesn't know already."

Steve nodded, zipping his bag.

"I'm heading back to the Tower, you wanna come along?" He asked her politely.

Amelia smiled but shook her head.

"I'm meeting Trip for brunch since I haven't eaten yet, but thanks anyways Steve."

The two walked outside the gym into the bright outdoors.

"Oh, is it on the way to the Tower? I could walk you if you'd like," He offered.

"No, it's fine. It's just a few blocks over from here, I'll see you later, though," Amelia declined pointing randomly to her left.

"Alright, I'll see you later Amelia, stay safe."

"You too Steve.

Amelia smiled at him one last time before she left with a turn of her heel.

"So you met Captain America?"

"Yup."

"Even though you had specific orders not to go near him?"

"Yup."

Trip gave her a look of amusement, "It was an accident okay?" Mia stressed out.

"Well, is he everything Aunt Peggy and Gramps say he is?"

"Yes!" She groaned out, "He's so polite, sweet, and handsome. Oh, don't even get me started on that physique!"

Mia allowed her head to drop down on the table attracting some lookers.

"Does Sharon know?" Trip asked her.

"Yeah, I called her while I was with him. He found out about my orders," Mia confessed.

Trip raised an eyebrow at her, signaling her to elaborate more on the topic.

"It sort of just... slipped out. It's not my fault he's so observant!" Mia exclaimed when Trip gave her another look.

"Has he asked questions yet?"

"Besides the general 'how is she?' not really. I expect him to ask soon, though. He's probably dying to ask but is just too polite to do so."

"How do you think Fury's going to react?" Trip wondered, a smirk forming on his face making Mia roll her eyes.

"I'm probably going to be suspended for at least a month, at minimum."

"Hey, there's a lot of paperwork to be done after what's happened. At least you won't be bored," A laugh escaped from Trip's mouth.

Mia stuck out her tongue at her cousin childishly.

"I better get going, I still have to go shopping later. Maybe I'll invite Pepper and Nat to come," Mia told Trip, standing from her chair making him do the same.

"I'll be happy to accompany you," Trip tried to flirt with her causing Mia to smack his chest.

"Shut up," Mia chuckled, "Walk me back?"

"Of course."

Trip left a couple of bills on the table before he slung his arm around her shoulder. Talking about random things, the pair made their way back to Stark Tower. Flashing their badges at the entrance, they were granted way to the elevator.

"You wanna come say hi to Tony? It's been a while since you two have seen each other right?" Mia asked Trip.

"Been a few months, yeah. He found out SHIELD had me follow him, but sure I'll come up."

The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside.

"JARVIS, take us to whichever floor Tony is," Mia told the AI.

"Of course Ms. Carter, welcome back. Sir is on the 90th floor with Miss Potts, Ms. Rushmore, Mr. Barton, and Mr. Rogers."

Mia stifled a laugh when JARVIS called Nat 'Ms. Rushmore'. She guessed Tony programmed JARVIS to keep calling her that, that means Nat won the bet they had on if Tony was still holding a grudge about that.

"That's fine JARVIS, take us up," Mia said, feeling the elevator jolt slightly before returning to the smooth sensation.

Eventually, the elevator reached the top floor of the Tower. The people who were casually sitting around, talking about when and where they would drop off Thor and Loki back to Asgard heard the ding of the elevator signaling someone must be coming up. They all heard a familiar voice as soon as the doors opened.

"Tony! Guess who's here!"

Steve's eyes immediately looked for the source of the voice. Amelia walked into his view with a man whose arm was hanging around her shoulders casually.

He was black, fairly tall with a shaved head. He was well built and had an easy going attitude around him. Steve couldn't explain the uneasiness he was feeling when he saw the two of them together. His hand clenched involuntarily. Steve watched as the man and Tony shook hands, greeting one another and how the two assassins nodded to him.

"Steve," Amelia called him, making him look at her light brown eyes, "this is Antoine Triplett, or Trip as he likes to be called; Trip, this is Captain Rogers."

"Sir," Trip gave him a small salute.

"Agent."

"He's the grandson of someone you know," Amelia told him, a smirk gracing her face.

Steve quirked an eyebrow at her, his lips twitching to smile.

"Oh? The people I know that are still alive is probably a short list."

"Well then, you can add Uncle Gabe on that list then."

Steve's eyes widened a bit, his eyebrows raising.

"Gabe? As in Gabriel Jones?" Steve asked her, turning his head to look at Trip.

"Yes, sir. He's a Senator now, had to hang up his gun for a more calm life."

Gabe Jones, a Senator, never imagined that Steve thought.

"How is he doing?" Steve asked Trip, curious about his old friend.

"He's alright, I think he's in Washington right now for a business trip. Once he found out that you were alive he was very happy. He hopes to meet up with you soon," Trip told him.

Steve's eyes followed the couple as Trip led Amelia to the couch to sit. He watched as she made herself comfortable by tucking in her legs and resting her body onto Trip's.

"Well I hope my Doctor can give me clearance to do so," Steve stated.

"How are you finding the new world by the way?" Trip asked him, continuing the conversation.

"The food's real good considering we used to boil everything, Nat and Tony's been trying to help me understand the internet, but it still confuses me, the fashion's a bit odd too, more skin than I'm used to," Steve confessed as his eyes raked over Amelia's body.

She changed from her morning attire to a simple light blue sundress, but instead of the dress ending below the knee as he was used to, it ended mid thigh. It also didn't help that she was wearing heels that made her taller and her legs look amazing.

"Oh, speaking of fashion, Pep, would you want to go shopping with me? I need new clo- well everything really, after what's happened," Mia asked the strawberry blonde

"I would be delighted to go! Retail therapy is definitely the thing I need after all that's happened," Pepper confessed through a sigh.

Mia turned to the red head "You should come too Nat, we need to catch up anyways."

"Well, I guess it'd be better than being holed up in here," Natasha shrugged looking around the still ruined Tower.

"I'm still coming along right?" Trip asked amusedly.

"Of course you are, we need someone to carry the bags," Mia smirked at him and laughed when Trip groaned.

Mia turned her eyes to Tony, a mischievous glint to them. One look at her and Tony already knew what she wanted.

"No! Absolutely not! You have money, use your own," Tony protested.

"But you probably have discounts to everything! And you can't max out your card! I swear I'll pay you back," Mia promised Tony.

Tony let out an annoyed groan but proceeded to reach into his back pocket where his wallet was. Mia gave a happy yell and clapped her hands that made Steve's mouth pull up a bit. Tony handed her a small silver plastic card, Steve frowned in confusion, but Mia pulled Tony into a hug and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed, but Tony just rolled his eyes.

Pepper laughed at the girl's happiness and gave Tony a kiss as her thanks. Mia's eyes found Steve's and she smiled widely.

"Steve! You should come with us, I'm sure you haven't gone out for pleasure with all that's happened right?" Mia inquired.

"No, I haven't, but I don't want to intrude in your plans," Steve waves off.

"Oh, you won't be intruding. It'll be fun! Trip's going to be with us too and I'm sure he'll need someone to help him carry our bags," She smirked, "Which I assume won't be a problem for you considering how you impressively carried that boulder yesterday."

Steve blushed at the compliment once again, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, if you're sure..."

"Of course I am!" Mia assured him.

"Clint, Bruce? Would you like to join us on our little escapade?" Pepper asked the two remaining men.

"No, it's alright, I should probably rest. I still don't fully feel like myself, but thanks anyways. Will you guys buy me a little something-something though?" Clint joked, making Nat and Mia snort.

"I agree with Barton, I should rest. You ladies have fun, and don't tire out the men too much," Bruce declined.

"Well, alright. If you guys change your mind just give us a call. C'mon Steve," Amelia pulled on his arm and looped her arm through it, "We could get you some new clothes, Tony's treat."

"Hey!" Tony cried indignantly, a laugh escaped Steve's lips.

"Let's go, the car's waiting out front," Nat told them.

Pepper gave Tony a kiss before heading off to the elevator. Mia gave the men who were staying a small wave before dragging Steve with her.

The ride down was short and quiet. Amelia didn't let go of Steve's arm the entire time which caused another small smile to appear on his face. Once the elevator doors opened, Steve noticed quite a few SHIELD agents littering the place.

"SHIELD HQ was busted during the fight," Amelia told him after noticing his confused look, "They made Stark Tower base for the time being."

Steve nodded in understanding before pausing.

"Aren't you worried about what would happen if Fury saw you with me?" He asked her as they were lead to a small black limo.

Amelia shook her head and gave a shrug, "No, it's alright. I can handle Uncle Nick, besides it'll save me an awkward start to how this happened."

She gestured to the two of them.

"Fury, you call him your Uncle," Steve stated, a small grin on his face.

The couple had to let go of each other and pause their conversation when they were ushered in the car, but sat together in order to finish what they were talking about.

"Yeah, Sharon and I practically grew up in SHIELD. After my parents died, Aunt Peggy took us in, and she was Director of SHIELD at the moment, Uncle Nick being second in command," Amelia explained to him.

"It's nice to think about Fury being an Uncle to someone. He's a bit... Intimidating," Steve told her.

Amelia smirked and Steve couldn't help but think how attractive it looked on her face.

"You're intimidated by Uncle Nick?" Amusement evident in her voice.

"N-not me. I meant other people might be intimidated by him and I could see why," Steve corrected, eliciting a laugh from her.

The others turned their heads towards the brunette, wondering what got her laughing, but the couple was oblivious to the other people in the car with them.

"I get it Steve, but I'm more scared of Aunt Peggy. She's really strict when it comes to us and if she found out the Uncle Nick kept us from someone, especially you, she'd be furious," Amelia told him seriously.

"What would she do to Fury?" Steve asked her.

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards.

"Most likely yell his head off, she can't really do anything to him physically anymore, but then again, Aunt Peggy does have a way with words."

Steve nodded, knowing personally what she meant. They felt the car jolt to a sudden stop, Steve grabbed onto Amelia's arm to prevent her from lurching too forward. She muttered a quiet thanks to him.

"Mia, Steve, we're here," Nat told them, getting ready to leave the car.

Mia rolled her eyes at her friend.

"Nat, we felt the car stop, I think we know that we're here."

The redhead raised an eyebrow at her, "Really, I thought you guys were too engrossed with each other in your own little world that you wouldn't notice."

Mia tried to keep down the blush rising to her cheeks. Now that she thought about it, the ride to the mall that usually took half an hour felt much shorter, around 10 minutes maybe. She looked over to Steve who was now pinker than before, Nat's words getting to him.

The redhead silently left the car leaving the two alone.

"Ignore Nat, she can be a bit..."

Mia left her sentence hanging as Steve nodded his head, understanding what she meant. A smile was put on her face as she looked at him.

"You ready to see how the 21st-century fashion's like?" She asked him.

"No, but I'm guessing I don't have a choice," Steve stated a slight smile on his face.

Mia grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the car, "You got that right," was the last thing she said before pulling him towards the mall.

AN: Grade 11 sucks. I'm so sorry that I've been MIA for the past weeks, even months. TFWYSL will be on an indefinite hiatus and I had this chapter laying about in my drafts, so I thought it'd be best to drop a bomb but soften it with a chapter. -E