Steve
Clint knocked on Amy's door, hearing a dog barking. Grabbing her spare key from the decorative door wreath, he pushed it open. Amy was sitting on her couch, her bag at her feet. "You ready?" Clint asked gently.
Amy sniffed, wiping her eyes. "No...But let's go get this over with," Amy said, her walls snapping back into place. Clint nodded, taking her bag from her and taking Konstatine's leash. The drive to SHIELD headquarters was silent. Amy put Konstantine in Clint's office and followed Clint to the lab. It was like she was stepping back in time. She could see herself on the edge of the plane, Steve's tearful identical green eyes before he pushed her off the plane. Her big brother always trying to protect her. SHIELD personnel were moving in a flurry, cutting the damn plane apart, trying to get to the body inside. Nick saw the blonde woman, walking over to her. "Is he..." she started to ask. She couldn't get the words out. The rational part of her brain which was about 97% knew that there was no way he could have survived. He was probably a skeleton. But the whole plane was covered in ice.
"We don't know...We're still trying to recover his body," Nick told her honestly.
"There's no way...It's been seventy years. It's not possible."
"You don't know that yet...You're not really possible," Clint reminded her.
"We got him!" somebody shouted, pulling the ice-covered body out of the plane. Amy gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the SHIELD personnel move the body onto a gurney. He was covered in ice but looked peaceful like he was sleeping. Her heart was pounding in her chest as it tightened up. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. It was a dream, she thought. She was dreaming. There was no way that her brother survived that plane crash more than seventy years ago. But here he was, still looking the same as he did before, wearing his Captain America suit. Clint grabbed her hand, squeezing it in silent support. Amy jumped at the sound of ice breaking, her eyes slamming shut as she tried to tune everything out. She didn't want to know if her brother magically survived or not. It felt like ages when the sound of ice cracking stopped. Opening her eyes, he saw her brother's body free of ice, but very blue and very pale.
A rush of doctors surrounded him. They immediately began wrapping him in warm blankets, placing electrodes on his chest, and hanging bags of warm blood so his body can warm to normal temperature. A doctor placed two fingers against Steve's neck as somebody turned on the EKG machine.
"We got a pulse!" a doctor cried out. Amy collapsed, a giant sob erupting from her mouth. Nick Fury glanced over at the crying woman, everybody staring at her. Everybody who knew her knew that she wasn't one to show her emotions. Since she became Black Star in three years, she had been more open and carefree. But nobody has seen her cry.
"Oh my god, Steve," Amy sobbed, rushing over to her brother. Holding his hand, she felt his weak and thread pulse against her fingertips.
Like a good and devoted sister, she never left his side. She left for quick, short breaks to go to the bathroom and to shower. Clint brought her food. She helped bathe him, groom him, and made sure he was in the warmest of clothes. She just wanted him to wake up.
It wasn't until she was coming back from spending time with her dog that she saw his room transform into something out of the 1940s. It was a shock to her system. "Excuse me!" she shouted to a passing by nurse, who stopped. Amy balked at the old uniform. "What the fuck are you wearing?! And what are you doing?!"
"Director Fury told us to recreate the 1940s incase Captain Rogers woke up...Did we get something wrong?"
"Yeah! Everything! Take it down! NOW!"
"We can't...We were under strict instrctutions from Director Fury-"
Amy didn't give her the chance to finish before she was barging into Nick's office. "What do you think you doing?!" she growled, her hands glowing blue as she trembled.
"I was trying to make this transition as easy as possible-"
"By sending him back in time! This is ridiculous! You had no right, Nick! I know you're good at torture techniques, but this is beyond cruel!"
"Amy," Nick sighed, his head pounding from her ranting.
"Steve isn't stupid! He's gonna know that something is off! I can't believe you would do this!"
"What do you want us to do, Amy?! Tell him that he's been asleep for over seventy years. All of his friends are dead?"
"I'm here! Let me talk to him!"
"We don't know if he has any brain damage. Hypothermia can affect the brain and judgment!"
"I can take care of myself!"
Suddenly, a blaring alarm went off. She knew what it was. They had a breach. More like a giant six-foot-two breech who just woke up from a long nap, very confused. Sighing, she shot a look over at Fury. "Told you so." Blinking out of the room, she landed outside and raced towards the giant blonde man who was looking around frantically. "Steve! Steven!"
The man stopped in front of her, turning around, eyes wide. "Amy?"
Amy felt her eyes well up in tears. Her brother was here. He was real. He was ALIVE! "You're really here..." she whispered, running to his arms. She felt his big arms wrap around her, frozen under her touch as she buried his head in his chest.
"Amy?! What's happening?!" Steve asked, pulling away from her. Before Amy could say anything, she felt Nick's presence behind them.
"At ease, soldier," Nick called out, standing behind the siblings.
"Who are you?" Steve asked, getting in front of Amy.
"Colonel Fury, Director of SHIELD. You would have known us as the Special Scientific Reserve."
"Steve, it's what we've grown into," Amy explained, seeing Steve's shield fall a bit as she stood slightly in front of him.
"Where am I?"
"Round about 34th and 5th." Steve looked confused, glancing around at his surroundings. Nick nodded over his shoulder towards the Empire State Building, causing Steve's mouth to fall open.
Amy placed her hand on his arm, trying to get his attention. "Steve, I'm so sorry about what they did back there. It wasn't fair. Just cruel. I told them to tell you straight."
"We wanted to break it to you delicately because we didn't know what your mental state might be."
"Break what?" Steve asked, still confused. "Amelia, what the heck is going on?!"
Amy's eyes watered at her brother's pain. They always had a close bond. "Steve...You’ve been asleep. For almost seventy years."
"Seventy..." Steve said, stunned. "The World of the Future..."
"Well, thanks to you and your sister, there is one," Nick said.
"What about the war? Did we win?"
Amy nodded. smiling slightly. "We did."
Nick smiled proudly. "Unconditional surrender, baby. And taking down HYDRA was a big part of it."
"How am I...not dead? Why do you look the same, Ames?"
"The Tesseract...It changed my genes. It mutated them. I don't age. But for you, we don't know. It's a kind of suspended animation thanks to Erkshine's formula. You haven't changed or aged in those last seventy years."
"You don’t mind my asking, what gave us away back there?" Nick asked.
"What?" Steve questioned. He thought for a second, saying the first thing that came to mind. "Oh. Bob Chipman was traded
for Eddie Stanky during the ‘44 season. He’s with the Cubs now." His face dropped. "Or...was."
"Steve, I know it’s a lot to swallow. But the world’s not as different as it looks," Amy told her brother, who still look troubled.
Nick nodded. "There’s still work to be done...Soldier’s work."
"Can we go back inside? I think it would be a lot easier to process where it's quiet," Amy suggested. Nick nodded, leading them back inside the SHIELD facility.
"Seventy years?" Steve asked quietly to his sister as he entered the building.
"Uh-huh. God, this is like my biggest dream come to life," Amy whispered, still in shock as well. "I missed you so fucking much, Steve."
Steve sat at a table, his head pounding with new information. Amy smiled at him, handing him a cup of coffee. "Here. Your first cup of coffee in seventy years."
Steve smiled his thanks, his eyes going to the African American man coming in with a man behind him who held a steel case. Fury opened it, revealing Steve's battered shield. "The world could still use a man like you, Cap. Like your sister." Steve touched the shield, memories flooding back of him, Amy, Bucky, and the rest of the Howling Commandos. "Take your time. God knows if anybody’s earned it, you have. Spend some time with your sister. She'll help you acquaint yourself with the modern age. All the same...There's a place for you on this team."
Steve looked at Amy. "Um..."
"Like I said...Take your time. Amelia, I'm trusting you with his care."
Amy smiled her thanks to Nick, going over to hug him. "Sorry I was a bitch to you."
"Forgiven. Don't do it again," Nick warned. "Captain."
Nick left the siblings alone, and Amy sat down next to her brother. "You know him...Well?"
"I trained him," Amy explained.
"You work for SHIELD?"
"No...Not really. I consult on some cases or I go out on missions if I get dragged out by my friends. There's so much to tell you."
"Can we go somewhere else?"
"Sure...Let me go get Konstantine and we'll go home. Well, to my home."
"Who's Konstantine?" Steve called out as Amy left him.