The staircase was lit just enough to see the stairs. When they reached the bottom of the stairs she pressed down on a switch which turned on lights to reveal a large space, bigger than most areas he had seen. He walked to the case nearest them but it had black glass covering its contents as did the rest of the cabinets. She pressed her hand against the wall next to the light switch and typed in a code. Once she finished all the cabinets became clear and he could see into them. He put his hand against the glass.
"How did you get this?" he asked and she laughed.
"Friend of a friend. It's yours, so you should take it back," she walked over to the case and typed in a code lowering the glass down. He slowly lifted the object inside. The paint had been redone so the colours were now slightly brighter and the weight was still the same. His shield.
"Thank you," she nodded and walked to another case.
"Along with Tony Stark, a good friend of mine, we had a suit remade for you this one slightly more powerful and protective than your last. And before you ask he is Howard's son. He helped with rescuing you," he smiled.
"Howard was a good man and an even better pilot and inventor," she laughed.
"Don't say that around Tony, he already has a big enough head," Steve smiled again.
"When can I see this armor?" he asked.
"Now," she typed in a code and the glass lifted from the case. Inside was a replica of the armor he once wore only now it was better crafted. "My mother told me you liked simplicity so we kept the design. You are a war hero and deserve the best. After the war children ran in the streets holding shields modeled after yours and shouting Captain America at the top of their voice. I wish you could have seen it," he looked down.
"As do I," she walked over to him.
"Well Captain, I imagine you are slightly hungry. Come, let's get you used to our modern world."