“Ms. Brewster.”

“Yes JARVIS?”

“You have a call coming in from SHIELD.”

“Thank you, JARVIS.”

Gwen turned in her roller office chair to see her phone screen was lit up with the SHIELD logo. Grabbing her phone, she hit the answer button and held it to her ear.

“This is Dr. Gwen Brewster.”

“Doctor, this is Alexander Pierce of the World Security Council.”

Gwen face dropped. What would the head of the World Security Council want with her.

“Mister Pierce, what could a man like you being doing calling a woman like me?”

Pierce laughed on the other line, making Gwen crack a smile seeing that he wasn’t as intimidating as he sounded in her head. Looking at her desk in front of her she saw the stacks of paper work she was going through. Most of it was research on Captain Steven Rogers and Bruce Banner, her two biggest clients, the only clients she had been seeing for the past six months.

“Well, doctor, I’m calling on behalf of Captain Rogers.”

Leaning forward in her chair, she rested her elbows on the desktop, and her thoughts raced in her mind about Steve.

“What about Steve? Did something happen to him?”

“No, doctor,”

Pierce said with a laugh, leaving Gwen even more confusion into why he was calling.

“Nothing has happened to Captain Rogers. I have heard some agents make comments about him in the last few weeks, they’ve all said something seems to going on with him.”

“Why isn’t director Fury calling me about this?”

“He’s a busy man as you know doctor. What do you say? I’ve already flown a private jet to New York for you. It’s at JFK and it’s taking off in an hour.”

Gwen looked at Steve folder that was opened near the front of her desk. She thought about it for a few seconds, not taking her eyes off the picture of Steve in his folder. It was the last picture of him that was taken before he became a super soldier in 1943. She still couldn’t believe that Steve used to be the same height as her and weighed less than her.

“I’ll be there in a half hour, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear. We’ll be seeing you shortly doctor.”

With that Pierce dropped the call and Gwen was left in her office with her phone on her ear. Slowly she placed her phone on the desk, she folded her hands together and rested her face against them. This was the pose she did went she was deep in thought. What could have happened to Steve? What was Alexander Pierce doing calling her about it, him of all people. When it came to things like this, she knew not to ask questions. Getting answers to those questions she had swirling in her mind almost never happened. What she was told the first time was what she was going to get, and nothing more.

“JARVIS?”

“Yes ma’am?”

The computer voice said as it echoed through her office.

“Can you get Happy to be here in half and hour?”

“Of course ma’am.”

Gwen stood up, grabbed a few of the files on Steve that she had written and her phone, then walked out of her office. The sound of her bare feet hitting the cool linoleum floor could be heard throughout her floor of the Stark turned “Avengers” tower. She didn’t know what to call the tower anymore other than “home”, she started living there right after the Battle of New York two years ago. From there she was able to help Erik Selvig, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton and her favorite client of them all Steve Rogers. She couldn’t ask for a better job or home. This is what she felt like going to school for eight years for was worth it.

Opening the door to her bedroom she placed the files down on top of the dresser. She turned to look out the large floor to ceiling window seeing the sunset along the skyline of New York City. Letting out a sigh, she ripped her eyes away from the view, and started to pack. Pulling out a large black and white roller suitcase from her closet and placing it on her bed, she put her hands on her hips and looked into the empty suitcase. How long did they want her there? Was she just going for the day or was it going to be three weeks?

“Shit.”

Gwen murmured to herself as she walked over to her closet and started going through it. Every now and than she’d pull a shirt, a dress, or a blazer off the hanger and draped it over her left arm. After going through her closet, she packed those clothing items into her suitcase, then moved on to her dresser. With her suitcase packed Gwen looked at her watch and saw that she had ten minutes.

“Ms. Brewster?”

“Yes?”

“Mister Happy is waiting for you down in the lobby.”

“Thank you JARVIS. Can you tell Tony where I’m going and that I’ll call him when I get settled in DC?”

“Of course Ms. Brewster.”

“Goodbye JARVIS.”

“Goodbye Ms. Brewster. Good luck with Captain Rogers.”

“Thank you.”

Gwen walked out of her room with her suitcase rolling behind her, the flies in her hands and her purse over her shoulder. As she walked to the elevator her thoughts continued to think of Steve, wondering why she was needed back in DC and why she hadn’t heard from Steve himself about anything strange. Stepping into the elevator she pressed the *L button and the elevator came to life by closing it’s doors and going down. The ride down took less than a minute from the 39th floor to the lobby. Stepping out of the elevator she walked across the lobby to see Stark Industries head of security waiting for her near the front desk. Happy saw her and waved, Gwen smiled and gave him a little wave. When she stood in front of the front desk Happy pulled her into a hug and she laughed.

“It’s good to see you to Happy.”

“You know you’re my favorite person around here.”

“Why won’t I be?”

Gwen said with a smile as Happy let her go. He ushered her out the front of the tower and into a black Mercedes that was parked at the curb. Happy took her suitcase from her and put it into the trunk of the car as Gwen got settled into her seat in the back of the luxury car. A few seconds later Happy got behind the wheel and the car started. Pulling out of the parking spot on the side of the street the car was silent as Happy drove and Gwen opened the flies on her lap and read them over. After a good six minutes of silence and Happy looking in the rearview mirror at Gwen, was the silence broken.

“Where are you going?”

“JFK.”

Gwen told him, not looking up from the file.

“I know that, but where from there?”

“DC. I was told that I need to come down and take a look at Steve. Apparently something is going on with him.”

Happy didn’t say anything after that. He knew that she was in her zone and she hated being taken out of it. The ride to JFK was quiet for the rest of the way, both Happy and Gwen didn’t mind the silence, Gwen was one of the few that he drove around and didn’t give him a headache.

Upon arriving to the airport the car was let onto the tarmac and drove up to a private jet that was waiting for Gwen. Happy was the first out of the car, he walked around to Gwen’s door and opened it for her, then he walked to the trunk and got her suitcase out. Gwen stayed in the car, still reading her flies on the super soldier. She didn’t look away from the paperwork until Happy came back around and called her name. Gwen bolted up in shock and placed her hand on her chest.

“It’s time to go.”

She laughed and put the papers back into their respective folders and got out of the car. She as a man dressed in a black suit walk out of the jet and down to her and Happy.

“Doctor Brewster, it’s a pleasure. I’m agent Hopkins, Alexander Pierce send me to come and take you to DC.”

The agent walked over to the two, coming up to Gwen first. They shook hands and he walked over to Happy and took the handle to Gwen’s rolling suitcase from him.

“Shall we get going doctor?”

Gwen looked from agent Hopkins to Happy. Happy looked over at her and smiled as he pulled her in for another hug.

“Good luck kid. Shoot me a text when you land, alright?”

“Don’t worry dad.”

Gwen said with a smirk and Happy laughed at her.

“We care about you here, you’re family. Now go see that Captain.”

Happy said and pulled away from the hug and looked at Gwen.

“Bye Happy.”

“Bye Gwen.”

She smiled and walked over to the plane, following agent Hopkins up the staircase. Before she made that final step into the airplane, Gwen looked back at Happy, seeing him standing by the black Mercedes as she left him. Giving him one final wave, that he returned back, Gwen stepped into the plane, it was like every other jet she’s been on, big and empty. She walked to about the middle of the plane and sat down in a seat that had a table next to it. Placing her purse on the seat next to her she heard the door of the jet be shut and the pilot and copilot talking in the cockpit. Gwen placed the flies on the table and was about to open the one she was reading in the car, but agent Hopkins sat down in the seat across from her, causing her to look up at him.

“We should be there in a half an hour doctor.”

“Please, call me Gwen.”

The agent smiled and looked down at the flies on the table. Gwen watched his eyes look over her flies. Slowly she put her hands out onto the table and started to pull the manila folders closer to her, not liking the agent looking at her personal flies of her work. The agent looked at her and smiled again.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a big fan of Captain Rogers.”

“Aren’t we all.”

She said with a smile, still not trusting the agent that sat in front of her.

“Do you mind if I look at a file or two?”

“I do actually, agent Hopkins. This is my work, and Captain Rogers and I have a client confidentiality agreement.”

She said as she opened up one of the flies and held it so that only she could see it’s context.

“My apologies again, Gwen.”

As the agent said those words the plane lurched forward as it rolled down the tarmac to get ready for the runway. Looking down at the file in her hands Gwen saw that this was the first file she had written about Steve. This was after their first meeting.

Walking into the office that SHIELD had set up for her, Gwen saw that indeed Steven Rogers was sitting in the chair in front of her desk. He turned his head when he heard the door open and the sound of her heels clicking on the floor beneath her feet.

“Captain Rogers. I’m sorry for what happened before. It wasn’t my idea on how tell you.”

Steve smiled as Gwen walked over to him and she held out her hand for him.

“So lets start over. I’m doctor Gwendolyn Brewster.”

Steve stood up and took her hand in his. He looked down at her and smiled. She had a friendly face, like he knew that he could trust her. He needed that, he needed someone to truth in this new crazy world that he found himself in.

“Captain Steven Rogers.”

“It’s a honor to meet one of America’s greatest heroes. Please take a seat.”

Gwen said with a smile on her face. She couldn’t help but smile. She was happy that Steve has seemed to be taking the news pretty well, but she knew that deep down that he was frightened beyond belief to have woken up 70 years in the future.

Gwen sat down in the chair that was next to Steve, she looked over at him and he looked a little shocked that she didn’t take the chair behind the desk. She smiled at him and grabbed a yellow legal notepad and a ball point pen off the desk, placing them in her lap.

“Where do you want to start Captain?”

The half an hour went by fast. Agent Hopkins would ask her questions every so often about what it’s like living in Stark towers or what is Steve like in real life. When she wasn’t answering the agent’s questions Gwen was nose deep in her work. Looking over all the notes that she had taken in the last sessions she had with Steve, seeing if anything would pop out as odd. But nothing odd stood out on the paper. The last time she saw Steve he was as functional as any other person see had met in her life.

Standing up from her seat Gwen stretched out her arms and let out a yawn. Looking at her watch she saw that it was now 11:12 at night. She collected her things as agent Hopkins walked to the jet door and opened it. The pilots left the plane, but Hopkins stayed to wait for the psychologist. Walking over to the agent Gwen felt her phone in her purse buzz, but continued to walk, knowing that she’d check her messages when she was in a car.

“Would you like a chauffeur to take you to a hotel?”

“I’ll take a cab. But thank you.”

“Suit yourself. It’s been nice to met you Gwen.”

“Like wise, agent Hopkins.”

“It’s Jeremy.”

Gwen smiled up at the agent. The was really the first time she looked up at him as he smiled. He had a warm smile, she also noticed that he wasn’t half bad looking either. He looked a lot like a suit model she’d see during fashion week in New York. Jeremy had a light beard forming around his face and his dark brown hair had looked to be freshly cut. Now that she thought about it Jeremy had a certain swagger about him that reminded her Tony Stark, just turned down a few hundred notches.

“Jeremy, thank you for your company. It’s to have someone to talk while I’m looking over my work.”

The agent smiled again and he looked out down onto the tarmac. There was a black SUV waiting for the two of them. Gwen looked out seeing the car as well. Jeremy held out his arm, indicating for her to go first.

“Ladies first.”

Gwen laughed and went to grab hold of her suitcase that was next to Jeremy, but he stopped her hand.

“I got it.”

“Thank you.”

She said with a smile and walked past him and down the stairs. Jeremy followed her and walked with her over to the SUV. Gwen walked over to the left side back seat door, opening it she got into the seat and made herself comfortable. Jeremy went to the trunk and lifted Gwen’s suitcase into the SUV, then he walked around the car to join Gwen in the back seats of the car.

“Where to?”

The driver asked when Jeremy's door shut behind him. Gwen looked up from her lap and spoke.

“Could you take me to the front of the airport please.”

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and nodded. He took the SUV out of park and moved his hands along the steering wheel. As the car drove Gwen dug in her purse for her phone, when she found it she hit the unlock/ lock button and saw that she had six unread messages. Four from Tony, one from Pepper, and one from Happy. She let a smile come to her face as she looked at the screen in her hands. She didn’t read any of them or respond, thinking it would be best when she was by herself. Turning her phone off Gwen looked over at Jeremy to see that he was doing the same thing she was just doing. His face was lit up by his phone screen and he to was smiling at whatever was on the screen.

As soon as the car ride started it ended. Looking out the window Gwen saw that they were in front of the airport. Looking over at Jeremy seeing that he had his hand on the handle of the door, ready to get out and help her with her bag.

“Jeremy it’s fine. I got it.”

He smiled and moved his hand off the handle.

“Again, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too Jeremy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Gwen opened her door and hopped out. Walking around to the trunk she fagged down a cab before she got her bag out. A yellow Prius pulled up behind the SUV as she opened the truck, grabbing the side handle on the luggage Gwen pulled the somewhat heavy bag out of the car and placed it on the ground. When she closed the trunk door she took the plastic handle in her hand and rolled the suitcase to the back of the Prius. The driver got out and helped her with the bag and told her she could go into the car. She smiled at the mid aged man and thanked him for his help. Getting into the car Gwen felt her phone buzz again, she groaned knowing that it was Tony. When she sat down she pulled her phone out and looked to see that indeed it was Tony.

Are you okay? Do I need to come and find you?! -Tony

She rolled her eyes to look at the other six messages on her phone.

Why are you not here? -Tony

What does JARVIS mean by you left? Where are you? -Tony

Can you text Tony so he can stop freaking out? Hope you’re having a nice trip :) -Pepper

THE HELL ARE YOU!?!? -Tony

I’m going to look at the surveillance footage. -Tony

Have you gotten to DC yet? -Happy

She decided to text Tony first so he could stop making everyone in the tower’s life a living hell.

To: Tony- In DC to work with Steve. I should be back in a week.

To: Happy- Just landed a few minutes ago. In a cab off to Steve' s.

Gwen looked up from her phone when she heard a door open and close. The driver had gotten back into his seat and was ready to take her where she wanted to go.

“Where to miss?”

“3rd and Lakeside, please.”

The driver nodded and typed the street names into the GPS that was on the dash of the car next to the price meter. With the address in the GPS he pulled the Prius out onto the street and drove towards the exit of the airport.

Gwen didn’t pull out her flies on the ride to Steve’s apartment, she rested her head against the window and watched as the lights of nation’s capital went by. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep but she knew that could be done when she got to Steve’s. After a 25 minute taxi cab ride the Prius pulled up to the front of Steve’s apartment building. The driver turned around to look at Gwen and then took a double look at the meter.

“That will be $46. 50.”

Gwen drove into her purse, this time looking for her wallet. Pulling out her dark green and gold wallet she opened it up and went through her paper money that was on the left pocket. She pulled out two twenty dollar bills and four five dollars and handed it to him through the small window that separate the front and the back seats.

“Keep the change. You have a good night.”

“Thank you miss. You too.”

Getting out of the cab Gwen went to the back and opened the trunk pulling out her suitcase. When she stood on the sidewalk the Prius pulled away from the curb and off into the night. Gwen pulled on the suitcase’s handle and up to the apartment building. Walking up the front steps she stopped and looked around the street. There was nobody there, but she felt a pair of eyes on her somewhere. She shrugged her shoulders and continued into the building. When she was inside changed from holding the plastic handle to the fabric on on the side of of the black suitcase. Walking over to the stairs she started to ascend up the staircase to the fifth floor. As she walked she heard someone coming up the stairs behind her. Looking back she saw a young woman with blonde hair wearing pink nurse scrubs.

“Kate. Hi.”

She looked up the stairs to see the older dark haired woman.

“Gwen. What are you doing here?”

“Just visiting for a while. Is Steve home?”

“Yeah, he just got home before I went down to do my laundry.”

Gwen nodded and waited for Kate to catch up with the on the stairs. When Kate was right behind her she started to climb the stairs again.

“How’s New York?”

“It’s okay. For the last week or so I’ve been waist deep in paperwork so I haven’t been out on the town that much.”

Kate let out a small laugh as they walked.

“How’s the sick people of Washington DC?”

“They’re okay. I just finished in the infectious disease ward.”

“Gross. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited for you.”

Kate laughed at Gwen and they finally came to the fifth floor. Kate went to her door that was right off the stairs and Gwen walked down the short hallway to Steve’s apartment door.

“Have a good night Kate.”

“You too Gwen. Night.”

Kate unlocked her door and went inside. Gwen wasn’t far from Steve’s door and she could hear music from Steve’s record player inside. She walked up to the door and knocked three times, hard and hopefully loud enough for him to hear over the 1940s music.

“Steve? It’s Gwen.”

She called and then the door opened fast and two strong hands pulled her into the apartment. Gwen was pulled into Steve’s dark and for the moment loud apartment and was pushed against the wall by Steve.

“The hell?”

She yelled as she hit the wall and glared daggers up into Steve. He was looking down at her and a look of worry and confusion as on his face.

“Gwen what the hell are you doing here?”

Steve said trying to keep his voice down in the loud apartment. He let go of her and took a few steps back, giving her room to walk away from the wall.

“Alexander Pierce called me saying I need to take a look at you.”

Steve looked at her then turned to look into the living room. Gwen looked pasted him to see Nick Fury in the chair in the corner. Her jaw dropped, he was hurt and badly.

“Did you know about this?”

Steve asked Fury talking a few steps towards the living room. Gwen stayed rooted to the spot, she had never seen Nick Fury like this before in her whole life. It looked like he was hit by a truck.

“No I didn’t.”

Fury said standing up. Gwen watched the older man walk in pain.

“Who else knows about your wife?”

Steve asked, clearly picking back up on the conversation that was at hand before Gwen arrived.

“Just my friends.”

“Is that what we are?”

Fury paused and looked from Steve to Gwen. A small smirk formed on his face as he looked at the two and he held up his phone showing both Steve and Gwen a message: YOU AND ME

“That’s up to you.”

Gwen was about to say something but three loud shots rang out in the apartment and Gwen let out a scream as Steve grabbed her, putting her behind his body. Gwen opened her eyes to see that Fury was on floor. Pushing past Steve she ran to the director’s side. Dropping down to her knees she looked at the man on the floor. Steve hurried over to them and looked down at them. Fury held up his hand for Steve and handed him whatever was in his hand.

“Don’t trust anyone.”

Notes

I did this in a day! I'm so happy I got this started. I've been watching Winter Soldier every day since it came out on DVD. And this story plot popped into my head. I hope you all like it!

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