Captain America

The SHIELD training room was one of the best that Steve had ever seen, so whenever he got the chance he'd always be down there punching a few bags. Which sometimes meant that he'd be down there at 3am when no one else was around, and honestly that was the way he preferred it.

He was doing one of his 3am sessions, beating out that day's frustrations, when he heard the door open. He didn't stop what he was doing though, he just glanced in the direction of the door, and then did a double take when he didn't recognise the agent. 

"I'm not use to other people being down here," Steve told her, giving the bag one final punch. "I can get out of your way if you want, Agent... uh..."

Steve was working through some paperwork at SHIELD when he heard the knock on the door, and someone walking in. When he saw who it was though, he pursed his lips slightly. Darcy Lewis he was sure her name was, or as he called her in his head 'shower girl'. He'd only met her once, and even then it wasn't really them meeting. Agent Coulson had taken the liberty of showing him a picture of the agent who'd hacked the CCTV in the showers whilst he was there.

"Agent Lewis," Steve greeted and coughed, as he ran his hand through his hair. He stretched back in his chair and gave her a small smile. "What can I do for you today?"

Steve hesitated before he knocked on Bucky's front door. He was nervous, not that he'd tell anyone. After all, he wasn't suppose to get nervous. But he figured that he had a pretty good reason for being nervous this time.

It was the first time that he'd really been nervous since the super soldier serum, and he knew why. He'd only seen Bucky a few times since they brought him back from the Red Room, but this would be the first time that Steve was meeting his daughter, and he didn't know if it was the right thing to do. Bucky had this whole new life, and Steve was afraid of trespassing all over it.

But when Bucky opened the door Steve grinned at him and hugged his old friend. "Bucky, it's good to see you," Steve told him. "How's Irina? I hope you've not told her all the bad stuff about me."

Steve wasn't exactly sure how he ended up tied up and in Hell. He'd been chasing someone known as The Torturer of Hell, which, in retrospect was a pretty stupid idea; how did he not see this coming? The last he remembered was that he was chasing after her, and then nothing. His memory was just completely blank. 

He looked around the place and pulled on his restraints; the chains rattling as he did so. 

"You don't have to do this, you know. You can stop," Steve called out in the off chance that asking someone to stop might actually work for once.

Steve frowned, rubbing his hands together as he looked over the file again before glancing back up at Nick Fury. "So you want me, of all people, to try and figure out who this girl is?" Steve asked as he gave Director Fury a skeptical look. Surely he had much better skilled agents than him? Plus he wasn't a product of this time, he'd probably just stick out like a sore thumb. 

Fury nodded, his hands at his side. "Yes Rogers, I want you to work this case. You know better than anyone else what it's like to be thrown out of your time and not know anything. She's like that as well. You'll be able to connect better with her than any of my other agents."

Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Fine, sure. I'll try and help."

It wasn't until a few weeks later that Steve actually got around to meeting the girl in question. He knew the girl was apprehensive about meeting with him; her file had mentioned trust issues around scientists, so it was understandable that she might think that Steve was trying to take her back. So he agreed to meet her in a public park, out in the open so that she could easily leave if she needed too. 

He first spotted her on a bench, and as he walked up to her he took a deep breath and tried to remember the advice that Natasha had gave him. Just act normal and try to be her friend; that's all he was really doing here. 

He sat down on the bench and smiled at her. It'd never really clicked just how young she really was, and his blood started to boil when he thought of how young she must have been when she'd been taken to the facility. 

"Hi, I'm Steve Rogers. We talked on the phone? I was the guy that was wanting to ask you some stuff about facility that you were in... Before you escaped that is." 

"You know, when I said you could choose where we met, I thought you'd at least remember that I can't get drunk anymore."

Steve stood with his arms folded over his chest as he smiled down at his friend. It was the first time he'd seen Bucky they'd brought him back from the KGB. Admittedly Steve did feel a little tense around him; something Steve hoped would disappear. He slipped into the seat across from Bucky, and leaned back in it, sighing slightly.

"So are we ever gonna talk about what happened, or are we just going to pretend it never happened? Just so that I know where we stand."