I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 30 The Cap's Back

Few Months Later

"It's been a awhile now since you were released from the hospital, and you finally passed your last assessment, so how would you feel if I gave you a small mission, just to wet your feet?" Director Fury questioned from behind me, and handed me a file.
I pulled out my ear buds, and pushed away from the desk, I'd been commanded to sit in for the last seven weeks, till Coulson and Fury believed I was healed up and finished my assessments for the last leg of my basic SHIELD training.
I thought it was bullshit, because after two weeks of more bed rest I was fine, and could of passed those damn tests as soon as I was able to get out of bed.
My burns had healed and the ache and struggle to breathe had all but disappeared. The constant wait to join Nat and Clint was starting to piss me off, and made me antsy.
In the last seven weeks I had done nothing but go over new field work files, assessed missions, deciphered new Intel in various languages, trained, and began calling up various memories of my grandmother and things she said.
I was so busy with work, that the overwhelming knowledge of discovering beings like Thor existed, lending creedence to other worlds and beings fell by the wayside.
Oh, I wanted to know, and find out if my nanita was right all along, but work came first, and even if I did discover my answers, it wouldn't help me, or help figure out the why's or control.
But the unease stayed there, as if trying to push me towards finding out more, but I'd been living with that feeling for years, and could deal with it, besides work, and friends made it easier to ignore.

Surprisingly, after debriefing, Fury seemed more at ease in my presence, and charged me with writing up another dossier on Thor, even though I barely spent any time with the Asgardian God. He alluded to my ability to empathize with the demi-god, and seemed to know who he was, before his own team did, but I blamed it on my knowledge in history and literature, rather than my fluctuating gut instincts, at least out loud.
I was still in shock and awe that we had gods on our hands, still wondering what else could be out there, but I pushed aside my thoughts of my grandma, and focused on the loads of work I still needed to do. Plus, Fury didn't seem too surprised about any of it, which scared the hell out of me.

"Sir, I would appreciate it. I need to get out of this goddamn chair," I answered, opening the file on my desk, only to frown. Pictures of Captain Steven Grant Rogers spread out over my work station, along with his information, "uh, Director, there must be some kind of mistake, I've already read these files, twice," I sighed, and pushed the papers away from me.

"There's been some a few new pages added recently, agent," Fury exclaimed, slightly smirking, which was never a good sign.

I shook my head and re-opened the file, humoring him, but losing my patience. I scanned through the information under his picture and noticed the date of his death had been cleared. I flipped the page and after reading a few lines I gasped in surprise, "he's alive? That's...that's impossible.? Are you shitting me right now?" I mumbled quickly, but continued through the file, and read through the ten extra pages added just within the last week.

The Captain had been declared dead seven years after he crashed into the ocean, almost seventy years ago, but with the ice caps melting at an alarming rate, satellites found a ship out in the middle of no man's land, with Cap's frozen body, still alive, inside.
"Is this why Agent Coulson's been gone for the last two weeks?" I blurted out and looked back down at the open file, hoping it hid the blush creeping up my cheeks, "does this mean you found the tesseract too?" I added, as a picture of the glowing cube appeared in the back of his file.
Cap had 'died' trying to stop RedSkull from using the cube to destroy millions, and after reading what the cube had done during WII, I hoped it still sat at the bottom of the ocean, where it should stay, but the sudden unease told me otherwise.
"Maybe, your need to know hasn't been cleared yet," Fury answered matter of factly, "and if you're trying to hide the handful of dates you and one of my agents have gone on, that blush gave you away, besides Romanoff can't stop gossiping when she's happy about something, and yes Coulson's in the process of making sure nothing happens to Captain Rogers and is in-route with him now to New York. This is your mission," Fury added, and handed me another file.