brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

one.

anastasia presley james
chapter one
jan. 12, 2013

my alarm goes off as i stare at the screen waiting for it to stop. turning it off would be the easiest solution but i didn't sleep anyway, the ceiling was interesting. i get up from out of my warm, comforting bed and my feet touch the cold hardwood floor. a yawn escapes my mouth as i let out a long, yet necessary stretch.

my cat, rigo, runs to my feet and purrs as he rubs his face against my legs. i smile at him and pet the top of his head.

"let's get some food into you."

i go into the bathroom and grab a tooth brush, and plug in my curling iron. big day with mr. stark.

as the thought of a meeting with mr. stark begins to marinate in my mind, an overwhelmingly rush of worry enters my body. i read the clock, 7:48. crap. that gives me about forty-five minutes to get dressed and to get to the stark tower, or avengers tower now. not to get technical.

i frantically brush my teeth as i prepare rigo his food. i go back into my bathroom, placing rigo's food bowl on the floor for him to eat and turn my windows off. the light starts shining into my apartment as the dimming technology begins to disappear. the most beautiful view of manhattan appears in front of my eyes.

sorry, second most beautiful. tony stark has the first because he doesn't have to look at his building.

"good morning, anastasia."

her voice is the most beautiful sound when you need to be proud of yourself.

"good morning, serena."

okay, fine. so i kind of made my own j.a.r.v.i.s. but in my defense, they're very handy. i mean stark is a genius. she is my brain in a computer.

"your coffee has been made and your dry cleaning was delivered last night," serena informed me. i politely thanked her and grabbed my coffee from out the espresso machine and poured it into my thermos. i opened my fridge and grabbed my green smoothie.

"serena, play my get ready playlist," she played all my favorite '82 songs as i ran from my kitchen to my closer.

"should i set an alarm for 8:15?"

oh my- it's already 8:00 and my hair is a mess.

"please, serena, thank you," she gave me a you're welcome and i started to rush. i put on my black trousers and white blouse.

white blouse and red bra,

slutty.

i don't have time to change a bra. i decided to put a beige trench coat over, in hopes to cover it. i put half my hair up and reached for my glasses that were on my bed frame, instead of grabbing them, i pushed them behind my bed frame.

panic set in, once again. i ran into my bathroom looking for my contacts and realized i only had one, my left eye. i groaned and then serena spoke.

"8:15"

i do not have time for this.

i grabbed my bag, keys, phone and the files from my office. i began to mentally prepare for a bad day as i locked my door.

➵ ➵ ➵

"mr. stark, you're in my office? i could've gone to you?" i look up at the tall man from my desk. he made a face and pushed his glasses up his nose bridge before picking up my name plate.

"hmm.." okay. i don't like the sound of that.

"adeline?" my heart stopped. i looked down at my feet in my favorite shoes, which i wore for good luck. for about two seconds before i looked up.

"anastasia," i said in a correcting tone. his body was turned looking out of my office and at the many other of his employees who are working very hard to keep the company running. he turned back and made eye contact with me.

"your eyes have a little green in them, but you could never tell with your mrs. doubtfire glasses," i held back from rolling my eyes at his comment but i stood up.  i rubbed my hands together and took my hair down completely. i sat down on my desk. he looked at me and laughed a little to himself.

"i don't wear doubtfire glasses-"

"no, they're very large frames. napoleon dynamite called me earlier, he wants his glasses back," his sarcastic tone filled my room and i looked at him.

ten seconds later, it was nothing but silence. awkward and painful silence. something awful was coming and my intuition wasn't going to allow me to forget it.

"owning a very large and successful company gives you no excuse for saying the wrong name, as you're holding my name plate," i made my point and i know i sold it. he leaned into me a little, looked over my face and smirked.

"okay, fine. look," he chuckled and pulled back, after placing my name plate,"i am sorry, it's just- well, anastasia, you look a lot like this mystery woman. adeline, you know, adeline mikaelson. the woman from 1942 who's father injected her with a similar serum that did something just like my father did on ol'captain america."

he had been pacing as he spoke, he knew. after all these years, thirty-two years and i blow my cover because i wanted to be what? a little successful?

my face didn't fall. i laughed and smiled,"sir, as i do admire you and your work and your brilliance. i must say, it's quite a story. i've never heard of a adeline mikaelson, and if i had, wouldn't she be about 80/90?"

his body came to stop, eyes to a squint and above all else, he was not buying my story.

"alright, fine. i have your file, it's me, fury or natasha. i think i'm the best option-"

"natasha."

he rolled his eyes and growled. a sigh escaped his mouth and he turned to leave my office and i turned to get behind my desk.

"can i ask you one thing?"

i turned to look back at him and raised my eyebrows.  for once, he had a question he didn't know the answer too.

"how'd you do it?"

i smiled softly and crossed my arms. i looked down at my feet once again. god, these shoes are to die for. i looked back up and shrugged my shoulders.

"i guess, you just try your best. it's hard to keep friends, and family just got smaller and smaller until i realized i'm the only one left. i keep to myself, it makes the feelings much easier," he nodded and looked at the floor,"may i ask you something?"

he looked back up and nodded.

"how did you find me?" he looked confused by the question.

"oh, i didn't."

"so fury found me?"

"no, anastasia, rogers found you. what was the hardest to believe was that you were working in my human resources department instead of my developmental science department. but hey, every workplace needs someone to report who they're having sex with."

i smile and nod, i'm at loss for words. not because he made fun of my choice of a job but because all the hiding ends today.

"anyway, i'm going to go and call natasha. but you will get fury after and then me last, so just a heads up. oh and keep it quiet until anything happens, too many super soldiers are going to freak people out. bad for business," he walks out of my office and i laugh, shaking my head.

i sit back in my chair and start typing up the spreadsheet for next months budget report.