We left the office building which Fury had commandeered for the meeting. I had to walk a bit quicker to keep up with Steve.

"So," Steve said. "What do you want to know?"

I thought for a moment, trying to trying to phrase it in a slightly more gentle way than my immediate thought.

"You've been thinking about a friend, not Peggy, a different person who you lost." He was getting sadder as I spoke. "His name was Bucky."

Steve looked down at me his eyes and his mind filled with anguish.

"Bucky was killed in a raid on a Hydra train. He fell from the side of the train into a ravine before I could catch him."

"And he was a friend?"

"He was my best friend, Bucky was there for me my whole life. I rescued him and many other soldiers from one of Hydra's camps. We weren't sure what had happened to him, we just knew that he had been tortured."

"Did you see him die? Did they ever find his body?"

"There was never time to search."

I nodded. We were walking through the park now.

"You're just so sad Steve." I whispered. "I wish I could help."

"It's okay Cressida. There isn't anything you can do."

I held up my hands. "There is."

Steve's eyes widened, like a little jolt of electricity had run through his body.

"Cressida, I-" I cut him off by holding my finger to my lips.

I noticed that there was someone in the bush in front of us, just off the path. The only reason I could tell was because I could see their thoughts. They were armed with a pistol, ready to attack us. A mugger. I raised my hands and pulled up his mind, sifting through it, I didn't find much. Finding his muscle control, I froze it. He was no longer able to control his body.

I was.

I took his legs and made him stand up and come out of his cover. Then he stood there, perfectly still. I moved my hands to have him drop the pistol.

"Get the gun, Steve." I growled darkly.

Steve stared at me for a second, then stepped over and grabbed the pistol. Afterward he stepped back next to me. I walked up to the mugger and released him. He slumped forward and I grabbed his shirt.

"Scared now?" I asked.

He swallowed and nodded. I noticed a shift in thought just before he snapped one of his hands to his waist. Then I felt the barrel of a gun pressed into my forehead.

Damn he had a second gun. I thought.

Even though I knew I could stop him my heart pumped so hard I could feel it against my chest.

"Wallets, now." He said. "Or I shoot."

I almost laughed. Beads of sweat ran down his pasty face.

"You don't know what I am. What I can do. That's sad for you." I smiled and shut my eyes. "Well I'm your worst nightmare." I held my hand out and froze him. "I'm the time when the night goes from dark to darker." I snatched his pistol out of his hand, then held my hand up poised to hit is pain receptor. " I am the New Moon."

"Stop!" Steve exclaimed. "Don't do it. I can tell what you want to do. Don't become cruel, he's not worth it."

I turned to Steve, saw his thoughts and the look in his eyes. I blinked a couple times then I turned back to the mugger. I released him and watched him scramble away. I turned back to Steve.

Then the rush I'd had faded. I started to get dizzy. I put a hand to my forehead. Then I saw it, sticking out of my arm there was a thin needle. It had been most likely coated in some kind of liquid substance. It was so small I doubt I could've felt it when he stuck me. Damn mugger.

"Steve-" My tongue felt like it was swelling. "I'm sorry about wat jus' happen'"

I was getting dizzier. My tongue was choking me, I couldn't breath. My vision was fading, I sunk to my knees. Steve's hands were grasping my shoulders. He was trying to get me to tell him what was wrong. I held up the arm with the needle. He must've seen it because I felt him slowly pull it out. My breath shortened even more. I felt consciousness slipping out of my grasp. Last thing I remembered was the feeling of Steve picking me up with ease.

I woke in an unusual bed with a headache that felt like thousands of hammers pounding against my skull. My vision was extremely blurry, I had trouble making out my surroundings. I could tell I wasn't in my own house because of the walls, the color scheme in particular. My walls were certainly not pale blue and white. I sat up, which I immediately regretted as nausea and dizziness rolled over me. I let myself fall back on the pillow. As my vision got better I glanced around the room. Newspaper clippings were on the walls, most of which involved Captain America. I thought for a moment that I was in Phil Coulson's room. Then I realized it was Steve's. I glanced around again, more in curiosity then anything else. There was a small photo on his dresser of a beautiful woman in a 40s style outfit, I recognized her almost immediately, Peggy Carter. There was another one of Steve and another man laughing, probably Bucky Barnes. I stared back up at the ceiling. Why did Steve bring me here instead of taking me somewhere else? Maybe it was closer? I have no idea. I worked up my courage then I sat up. Nausea waved over me but it was less than last time. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. My head spinning even more, I stumbled out into the hallway then into the living room. Steve was asleep on the couch. I looked him over. He slept rigidly, practically unmoving. He looked peaceful while he was sleeping, like he was devoid of the sadness which he held in his waking hours. I smiled and sat down in an armchair facing the couch. Several books sat on a table next to the chair. All the titles were well known, such as Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter books, as well as a few dvds The Matrix, the Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles and The Princess Bride.

I picked up his copy of Two Towers and started reading. It took a couple of chapters before Steve finally woke up. He saw me, blinked a couple of times and sat up. He had a cow lick on one side of his head.

"Morning." I smiled.

He reached his arms up and yawned.

"Good morning." He said, his voice still thick with sleep.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments.

"Thanks for bringing me back, I'm sure it was a lot of trouble."

"No problem."

Another silence.

"Listen, about what happened, I know I went overboard. He was just a stupid mugger. It's just…" I shuddered. "It's so much power, Steve. I can find out anything. I can remember anything. So can the moon, at least in stories. But, I don't feel bright like the full moon. I feel dark. Not evil, just dark. This probably sounds stupid but I guess that's why I was drawn to the name New Moon, why I spat it out last night."

"You might want to go home and think. I can guarantee getting powers is not easy. I'll give you a ride back on my motorcycle." He paused. "New Moon."