I was lacing up a pair of converse when the lights began to flicker. I threw my head up and sighed, rolling my eyes. Just my luck. I was in the middle of a giant maze of clothes, and the llights were going out.

I finished lacing up my shoes and stood up, just in time for the lights to completely die, leaving me in total darkness. About ten minutes ago Tony had called out something about getting a coffee and meeting me back here in half an hour. I still had twenty minutes to wait for him.

No way was I sitting around in the dark for twenty minutes waiting for Mr. Playboy to get back. I looked left and right, but either way it looked the same. Blackness.

I sighed and began feeling my way around, shuffling through the maze of clothes until I bumped into something solid.

"Oops." I mumbled.

"My fault." The solid thing replied. I froze.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Claire?"

"Steve?"

He laughed, "Yes! Tony said you were getting changed in here."

Great. I thought. Tony's probably been telling everyone to come on in and try and get a sneak peek of my ass while I've been getting changed.

"We should probably try and get out..." Steve said quietly, and there was a long pause. "You... Are dressed, right?"

"Yeah, I'm wearing clothes."

"Okay..." He gently took hold of my hand, leading the way through the darkness slowly. Every so often he'd stop abruptly and I'd walk straight into his back. Apologizing profusely, he'd then turn around and walk a different way. How big was this wardrobe anyway?

He stopped again, and, not realizing, I continued on, only to be tugged back. Damn, the guy was strong. I whirled straight back into him and he began apologizing again. Then, right on cue, the lights came back on, and I realized I was about three inches from Captain America's finely toned chest. I stared up at him as the lights came on around us, and he smiled gently, slowly easing his fingers from mine.

"At least we can see where we're going now." He said quietly. Did he just look at my lips? My own eyes flickered to his and I felt my heart begin to beat just a little bit faster. They were perfectly formed, and slightly open. Conveniently enough, they were also eye-height. I blushed and looked down at my Converse-clad feet, biting my lip. Seriously, Claire? Checking out the Super-Soldier? Probably not the greatest idea in the world.

"We should probably find Tony." he whispered, his lips so close to my ear that his breath tickled. I nodded and followed him as he led me out towards the door, which, as the lights had now come back on, took us only a few minutes. Tony was waiting for us, leaning against the door with a smirk on his lips.

"I found her." Steve said, not looking Tony in the eye and walking past him. Tony nodded and returned his knowing gaze to me. He winked, and I looked down at the floor again, my cheeks burning.

"Cap's hot, I'll give him that," Tony murmured, moving to stand next to me, "But he's also like, ninety years old."

I looked up at him in surprise, before it clicked in my head. Captain America, the front man for the American troops during the Second World War, was Steve Rodgers.

"Jesus..."

"Looks good for his age, doesn't he?"

"But how...?"

"Frozen in Ice. Perfectly preserved in every way." Tony winked at me, "And a few ways that only a lady who catches his eye would be able to discover."

"Stop it." I shoved his shoulder gently, and he grinned. "Come on, Bruce and I need to run some tests on you. We need to find out just how cool you are!"

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"Ah, Tony, you brought her along." Bruce smiled at us, and picked up a notebook, rifeling through it. He paused for a minute, as if he was about to say something, before grinning, and, not looking at me, tossing the notebook into the air towards Tony.

"Think fast." Was all he said.

Tony flinched, taking a step away from the oncoming book, but, without hesitating, I snatched it from thin air by forefinger and thumb. Tony stared from the book to me in shock. Bruce just grinned happily.

"Fantastic!" He motioned for me to walk over to him and began to examine my eyes and ears. "Perfectly healthy, and amazing reflexes." He put a tongue depressor in my mouth and shone a torch down my throat. Behind us, the door opened, and Natasha looked in.

"Just came to say that a few more Agents are going down to get you some clothes. You can't go around wearing those jeans and that hoodie forever." She smiled warmly at me.

"Aaaank oooooh." I managed to choke back, giving her a thumbs up. She disappeared, leaving me alone with Tony and Bruce again.

"Vitals are all fine. Now, let me just take a bit of blood..." He produced a needle and I gave an involuntary wince. He stopped and smiled softly.

"It's okay. It won't hurt a bit, I promise." He took my arm and swabbed it, before giving me another reassuring smile. Tony came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder, and I looked towards him, squeezing my eyes shut. Needles. Having something stuck inside me. Not appealing.

"Okay Claire." I felt a slight pressure on my arm, and then a sucking sensation somewhere inside me. "Not too bad was-"

"Bruce, can you smell burning?" Tony wrinkled his nose.

Behind me, Bruce sniffed and shrugged. "Thor's probably in the kitchen."

"No, seriously, that stinks."

"Well I'm sure it's- oh my god!" Bruce cried, ripping the needle from my arm and stepping back. I stared at him, and then down to my arm. I could see the point where the needle had gone in, and I could also see that it was smoking. The needle itself had melted into a useless gooey substance, and the vial containing my blood was starting to crack.

"Quick, put it in the trash before the glass breaks!" Tony cried, pointing to the large trashcan by the side of the room. Bruce ran and dropped it in, and I heard the glass smash as it hit the bottom of the can. Bruce rubbed the back of his neck.

"Someone's going to have to tell Fury we're going to need a new Trash Can."

Tony looked at me accusingly.