Frozen Legacy

Chapter 4

Authors Note: Okay, before anyone says anything, I am fully aware that some of this dialogue is not exactly the same as in the movie. And this goes for some parts of the rest of the story and my others. Don't worry, I used the Avengers Script for this, but I wanted to mix it up a bit because of my original character.

Chapter 4: I Hate Gym Class

As I stepped off of the ramp of the quinjet and onto the street, the nerves that were squeezing my stomach got even worse. I was now almost face-to-face with my, and my family's, life long hero for generations and I honestly had no idea what I was going to say or do.

I gripped the Tesseract file in my hand tightly and entered into the old gym.

The gym looked exactly what I would've expected, old and yellowed, with a boxing ring in the middle and benches on the perimeter. I was only standing in the doorway as I saw Captain America, the Captain America, pick up another punching bag and attach it too the hook on the ceiling. I put on the most Fury-like expression I could and walked out of the doorway.

"Trouble sleeping?" I said loudly so he could hear me. My hands were clasped behind my back, holding the file tightly.

He was just like I'd seen in pictures, but it was better seeing him up close and in color. He had honey blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and, of course, the longest pair of goddamn eyelashes I had ever seen on a guy, or really a person in general. So let's just say that he was one of the more, or pretty much most, attractive people I'd seen.

He looked over at me, and his eyes immediately travelled to the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on my suit, that was on the right side of my chest. He then turned back and started hitting the punching bag again.

•Steve's POV•

I took a deep breath and exhaled and started taking jabs at the new punching bag that I'd just hung up.

It seemed that coming to this gym and doing this was the only way that I could at least cope with the fact that I'd just lost 70 years of my life, so I kept going.

I was too invested in my thoughts to notice that I had a visitor, or maybe it was just because this visitor was particularly quiet.

"Trouble sleeping?" I heard my visitor ask in a slightly husky feminine voice. I stopped punching and turned my head to see who was at the doorway. What I found was a girl, or a young lady, more like.

She had long, brunette hair that hung in slight waves down. Her eyes, a seemingly almost yellow shade of Hazel, were rimmed in a dark set of eyelashes. Her eyes were also accompanied by a pair of equally dark, thick, yet nicely-trimmed set of eyebrows. Her lips had a pinkish blush tone, which contrasted her tan skin tone nicely.

She looked to be of average height, around 5'4", and had a slim figure, which was shown as she wore a fitted Kevlar and leather uniform with a bird on the chest. I could recognize this as the S.H.I.E.L.D logo, other wise known as the intelligence agency that had kept me in a metal box and lied to me after 70 years missed.

She was very beautiful, though, no matter who she worked for. One of the most beautiful girls i'd seen, but then again, I may just have a thing for brunettes. Her features, as well as the way that she carried herself, kind of reminded me somewhat of Peggy....But lemme just push that out of my head for now.

Of course, typical of me, I was starting to get a bit self-conscious around this girl, not an unusual occurrence for me around pretty girls, so I looked back to the punching bag and started hitting it again. I was once told that I didn't know a thing about women, and that was before I was trapped in an ice cube for 70 years.

"I've slept for 70 years ma'am. I think I've had my fill." I told her as I took another punch at the punching bag, trying not to sound awkward or unprofessional.

"Then shouldn't you be doing something besides working on your uppercut in an old gym?" She asked me as she took few steps more into the gym. Her voice was actually a bit deeper than other girls' voices, which I found really easy to listen to. It also made her more attractive than before. She then continued in the voice that I kinda really liked. "You should be out celebrating! Seeing the world."

I gave up the punching and sat down on the bench, and began unravelling the tape from my hands. She then decided to actually introduce herself.

"I'm Athena Regan, by the way. I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D. You know... The intelligence agency with the fake 1940's hospital room and the dude with the eyepatch." She told me comically as she smiled slightly.

I then looked up at her and smiled a bit.

"Yeah. I remember." I replied with a sigh. "I'm Steve Rogers." I introduced myself kindly and stuck out my hand for her to shake.

She took my hand in her smaller one, and the first thing that I'd noticed about her was that she had a strong, yet respectful handshake. In my book, that says something about a girl.

We shook hands for a moment before both letting go.

•Athena's POV•

"It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." I stated casually, trying to seem like a non-obsessive person with the general sort of knowledge about 1940's superheroes.

"Yeah I bet." He replied modestly, then continued. "And you probably know that I went under when the world was at war. I wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost."

"We've made our share of mistakes, believe me. And some of them, you may even recognize."

"Are you here with a mission, Ma'am?" He asked, looking up to me with his bright blue eyes.

"I am." I replied with a small smile.

"Trying to get me back in the world?" He asked.

"Trying to save it." I then held the Tesseract file in front of me, and he responded by taking it from me and opening it.

"Recognize that?" I asked, watching him look at the file with amazement.

"Hydra's secret weapon." He murmured, not even taking his eyes off the file.

"Howard Stark fished that, the Tesseract, out of the ocean when he was looking for you. He thought what we think now. The Tesseract could be the key to unlimited, sustainable energy. And that is something we sorely need." I explained thoroughly to him, but still couldn't drag his eyes away from the file.

"Who took it from you?" He said, and, surprisingly, looked back up to me. His look back at me made my stomach flip a bit, I wasn't really any good around famous people. He handed me back the file and I took it.

"His name is Loki. I guess you could say he's not from around here. There's a lots of stuff that we'll have to catch you up on if you want in. The world has gotten a lot stranger than you already know."

"At this point I doubt anything would surprise me." He commented, and then stood from the bench and collected his bag and one of the punching bags off the ground.

"10 bucks you're wrong." I betted him.

"There's a debriefing packet waiting back at your apartment. Is there anything you could tell us about the Tesseract that we ought to know now?" I asked as he started walking out of the gym.

"You should've left it in the ocean."