Prologue

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~ After Steve Rogers went on the run for defying General Ross ~

Stephanie Strange rolled her eyes as she talked to her brother on the phone as she walked to her little brownstone located in downtown Chicago.

"No, Stephen, I'm not doing it!"

"I really could use your help."

"That must have hurt your ego to admit." She replied, stopping seeing two figures leaning on the side of her stoop. "I'll think about it." She hung up before he could respond. Stephanie approached cautiously and looked at the injured man, then the one with him. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Stephanie Strange?" The one not injured asked.

"Who is asking?"

"I'm Sam Wilson. This is Steve Rogers. He is injured pretty bad and needs help."

Stephanie bit her lip, glancing at the injured man, then at Sam. "Come on inside." She muttered, unlocking her door. 

Sam helped Steve up, taking him inside.

Stephanie sighed. "This is going to bite me in the ass." She muttered.

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