Little Situation

Chapter 3

 While Steve was so close to getting his license, a week was not enough despite how hard he tried. So Nat picked both him and Sarah up and the three of them headed to S.H.I.E.L.D. Sarah's backpack was filled with supplies and a change of clothes. Steve tried to put his foot down but like Nat predicted, they wanted her in training. However, they could only manage to squeeze out two hours in the gym. Steve threatened to snap someone's neck if they did more or even thought about taking her to the shooting range. He also had the second condition that they moved his training schedule up earlier so he could be in the gym at the same time Sarah was.

"Okay, Miss Rogers, we'll start you off light today. Just tests to find your baseline."

Steve watched from the corner of his eye while he did his own training. The trainer sent Sarah to wash up in the locker rooms and walked over to where he was running on the treadmill— his attempt to makeup for his lack of morning run.

"Captain. Miss Rogers' test yielded interesting results."

"Interesting?"

"Every single one of her scores is exactly one-fourth of yours."

"What does that mean for Sarah?"

"Whether she gets better or not, Miss Rogers for a girl her age is peak human, dare I say super like you."

Steve finished his run and left to go change in the locker rooms. Sarah waited outside so he tried to be as quick as possible. The trainer's words weighed heavy on him. There was something unspoken but he knew it. He knew it when Nat had said it. Sarah was more than likely going to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Steve led her to his office.

Desk work, not something he liked but for this week he was grateful. He still had to figure out school for Sarah which, based on their talks sometimes, might be tutoring. In this moment he wished he knew Elise, had some insight into how smart she was really was. Bruce Banner, IQ 180. Tony Stark, 189. Her mother, Elise, IQ 193. Steve Rogers wasn't stupid by any means but he was also not close to 180.

And then after figuring out school, he was going to need to figure out a babysitter for when he went on missions. He had considered asking his neighbor but then the nurse would start to ask questions about his job. And what if he found himself gone for weeks instead of a simple few days? Steve was stressed. He honestly would rather be back on the day Peggy walked in on that one woman making out with him. Dodging bullets from Peggy Carter seemed a lot less stressful than thinking of a babysitter for his genius child.

Nat and another agent walked into his office with a mission report. They stopped in the doorway when they noticed Sarah on the floor with red, white, and blue ribbons as well as clear plastic straws. They also heard the audiobook about space, that Steve had tuned out by this point, playing loudly from his computer. Steve looked up and stepped out of the office, closing the door.

"She's making an icosidodecahedron... I know, just go with it. She thought it was pretty. Is that from the Mexico mission?"

"No, the Candian border. Mexico is actually still there, said they need a few more days."

"We're pulling them out if it takes over three days. I rather lose our lead than some agents."

He looked behind him as he heard the door open. When Sarah saw him and the other two still there, she immediately apologized and slammed the door shut. Steve held up a finger to Nat and the other agent before opening the door and beckoning her over. Steve bent down when she didn't speak right away, putting himself below Sarah to make her feel safer. He just had a feeling that one wrong thing was going to start the water works again.