Warnings: Language,Smut
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2012
You were there the day he was thawed out.
Watching as Agent Coulson fanboyed out over the life-size Ken doll.
Fury rolling his one good eye makes you hide a smirk.
You bet Coulson fifty bucks that he wouldn't fall for the elaborate set-up S.H.I.E.L.D. had created to try and convince him it was still 1945.
Phil took the bet.
There is no hiding the smug smile from your face when Coulson's beloved Captain America goes feral, knocking out agents, busting through the wall, and running out of the facility.
You watch from the backseat of the black SUV as Fury approaches Rogers. The man standing in the middle of Time Square looks like a lost puppy with his wide, innocent blue eyes and short blonde hair.
"Are you going to tell him?" Phil questions from the driver's seat. "Who your –"
"No," you interrupt him. "I think he's got enough to process for a while."
Nick speaks with him for a few moments, then he begins walking the science experiment back to your SUV. Fury had ridden with you and Coulson. Which means – the rear passenger door opens and you're not sure why you feel nervous as Steve Rogers climbs onto the bench seat beside you.
"Hi," he looks surprised by your presence and the word comes out uneasy as Fury climbs into the passenger seat.
"Captain, this is Agent Coulson," Fury introduces your superior first, which is customary, before he gives the man your name.
"Nice to meet you," Steve gives a nod, eyes narrowing slightly. Something about you is familiar, but he can't place it and you see the questions written on his face.
You feel awful for him.
This wouldn't be easy for anyone.
Waking up to find everyone and everything you knew is gone.
Later, you stand outside Fury's office, watching him and Coulson. Steve Rogers sits in front of Fury's desk, looking more rattled than he did in Times Square. Nick Fury's eyes land on you through the glass partition and he raises his hand, motioning for you to come inside.
"Sir?" you question him as you enter, closing the door behind you.
"I'm going to need you to help Captain Rogers adjust," Fury states, his gaze shifting over to the Captain. "A lot has changed in seventy years."
"What?" the request shocks you. You glance to Coulson and he gives you a nod of reassurance.
Of course. Why would they assign someone else to him when you're here?
Only Coulson and Fury know who you really are.
"Agent Coulson's already cleared you," Fury comments and you look over to the man in the chair.
A big, blonde, blue-eyed, lost puppy.
You had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. to make a difference.
For the thrill of missions and secrecy.
Yet, here you are, baby-sitter to Captain America himself.
So, for months you help him – teach him – things that he should know.
