Friendly Face

Chapter 2

You went with the men into the government agency looking building. You found out later it was indeed a government agency called SHIELD. Cap stayed beside you the entire trip up to one of the highest floors of the building. You were surrounded by suits the entire walk to the conference room and you couldn't help being more than a little intimidated by them all. You hadn't wanted to draw the attention of a government agency, you'd been hiding your abilities from notice as long as you could remember.

Cap must've sensed your discomfort since he stayed extra close to your side. His shield was back on his back and he exuded such an air of confidence, not to mention he was huge, strong, well muscled, and so definitely on your side that you couldn't help feel safe in his presence. "Don't fear, ma'am," he told you softly while you were in the elevator with a pair of suits.

You smiled up at him. "Captain Rogers, it's Y/N," you reminded him with a hint of a smirk. "I guess 'Doctor' if you want to be formal, but seriously, no need," you reassured him brightly, sounding a lot braver than you felt.

He gave you a smile, both of you ignoring the pair of suits. "Then it's Steve, not Captain Rogers," he told you kindly. You gave him a warm smile.

"Deal," you replied, earning a chuckle and you both relaxed, seeming to have formed some kind of bond over the situation you found yourselves in.

The angry pirate man, Director Fury, spent a long, very boring time lecturing you and Cap... Steve... you corrected yourself, in one of the conference rooms, going over what SHIELD was and what had happened to Steve etc, etc.

The angry pirate man whirled on you and you steeled your spine, as you looked across the table at him. "So how did a doctor just out of med school get tied up with SHIELD and Captain America?" he asked you. "And how on Earth did you hide from us?" he demanded. Steve stiffened beside you, defensive over the person who had helped him.

"Director," Steve said to Fury, his tone warning Fury to be nice to you.

"My mother was... the closest term is a witch. I have a little power, including the little charm that hid us from view for awhile," you told him modestly. You could do that little charm and a few other things. You really didn't have much power, or so you kept telling yourself. "As to the other? I'm a doctor. I saw someone in need, so I helped him,"

"Well, Doctor Y/N, I think you'd be a great addition to SHIELD. We always need more doctors, your gifts would be helpful, and..." he glances ever so briefly at Steve. You were the only one Steve seemed to like right now. It wasn't surprising. "I can guarantee we pay better than the hospital," he ended instead.

You shouldn't have made a rash decision, but a position where all of you would be appreciated? He didn't seem hesitant about your age, your appearance. They only cared about your skills.

"It sounds like an excellent opportunity," you finally replied with a smile.

After a few assessments the details were sorted. Fury was right. They were generous with your salary. You put in your notice at the hospital, though Fury took care of getting you out of there without burning bridges and without having to work out your two week's. You had no idea how he managed that.

After all that was taken care of, nearly a month of friendship with Steve later, Fury pulled you aside. "We're sending Captain Rogers out to live in one of the safehouses for a few weeks so he can adjust to being in the world again. Would you be willing to go with him? I think having a doctor and friend with him will do him good,"

"Of course, director," you replied, willing to do pretty much anything to help your friend.

"Great, I'll send you all of the details and you can head out after your shift in the infirmary," he told you and headed off without waiting for confirmation. You rolled your eyes and went to the infirmary. You patched up the SHIELD agents, but your main job seemed to be taking care of Steve, though no one would say that. Anytime he came to ask questions or just looked panicky, someone else took over the infirmary and you were freed to help him.

He always had time for a cup of coffee and sometimes you poured over google together catching him up on things he'd missed while he'd been in the ice. Sometimes he was overwhelmed and just wanted to sit in silence with his army-strength coffee.

After your shift you went to his room and knocked on the door. He opened it a moment later, dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his body. You could have sworn that whoever bought his clothes had purposely bought things that would be form fitting...

You minded oh so much.

So much

As in not a damn bit

"Doctor?" he greets you with a hint of the question of why you were here. The room behind him was army clean and sterile. You didn't know how he could deal with it. You could also tell how he was feeling by how he addressed you.

You gave him a warm smile. "Pack a bag, Rogers," you told him, a grin and a hint of laughter, teasing, normalcy in your voice. He appreciated that you were the only one around here who didn't tiptoe around him, who tried to be as normal as possible. "Fury wants us to go to one of the safe houses for a few weeks," you explained.

"Did he say why?" Steve asked.

"He didn't spell it out, but thinks you'll adjust easier to being in the world again with fewer people around," you confided. No one else would have bothered telling him. He nodded his understanding. "And I get a vacation from the infirmary so you don't have to go alone," you added. He laughed at that. "I best go pack. See ya in a few," you waved and headed down the hall to your own room to pack your things.

Steve knocked on your door right as you were finishing packing. You opened the door, your bag in your hand. "Ready, doll?" he asked, then flushed when he realized he'd slipped into old slang again.

"Whenever you are, Winghead," you teased, a silly nickname from the wings on his helmet. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

"I deserved that," he laughed, making you laugh too.

"C'mon soldier. Vacation time," you teased.

He took your bag from you, despite your protest that you could carry it just fine yourself. "My mother taught me better, ma'am," he told you with a smirk of teasing.

You rolled your eyes and huffed at the silly soldier, though he didn't usually show anyone this side. He was always so serious, like he had to be the Captain 24/7. You saw it grated on him, which was usually when he came to have coffee with you.

He loaded your bags into the SUV and grudgingly let you drive, only because you reminded him that the rules of the road had changed since he last drove. You also had to remind him to put on his seatbelt.

You drove carefully to the safehouse in the middle of nowhere. Fury insisted that it was stocked with groceries already, so you didn't have to worry about that. You just had to worry about helping your friend readjust to the world.

It sounded like a huge undertaking, but Steve was your friend after all. Of course you'd help however you could.