Jane Doe.

James kept his eyes glued to the inside of his coffee cup, swirling the steamy bitter contents around,
"I know you must have a lot of questions.."

You stared at him squinting while drumming your fingers against the diner table. "Go on"

"Umm. Where to start." Chucking nervously, he began, with a deep breath and eyes full of stars.
"It was sad, and it was infinite, as most beginnings are."

You skeptically eye him when he begins. He tells you of a man named Steven Rogers and his love, Peggy Carter. How they had been lovers long ago. A fatal accident- freezing him in time, took the man too soon from her. Unknowing of this, and thinking him dead, Peggy withered with age. Becoming increasingly bitter while those around her lived long fulfilling lives.
After years and years, her Steven was found, recovered from an frozen tomb. When the woman heard of this proclamation and saw his youthful appearance, joy and hope filled Peggy's broken heart once more. Resuscitated from the depths of ice, the young, vibrant and very much alive man emerged. Because of this he was the first to be proclaimed a god, and was given the name Time- because he was found not to have aged an hour. Realizing she was too weak and tainted by the past, she closed herself off from the world. Hate and envy blossomed within from her weakened state.
Peggy was unable to keep these from leaking out of her into the world. Her fear that Steve would never be able to love her drove her into darkness. This is when Peggy became known as Death-everywhere she would linger pain and destruction would ensue.

When Time tried to rekindle his love for Death, to prove that he still saw her as who she was- who she had always been, full of good, truth and love- Death refused. She would not believe him for she had no real heart to give the man. Defeated, he attempted to divert Deaths hold upon men himself. So he made a deal with her; he picked 5 men that she had wrongfully killed in fits of rage. These men (whom she had called her own judgement upon) would become godlike, since neither could create new life. These immortals wold continue living amongst humans, while Death and Time became irrelevant. Yet they would never be allowed to experience true love; just protecting and serving the rest of mankind. If they did become compromised by such an earthly emotion, Death would come for them and Time wouldn't be able to intervene lest break their deal. In which, all the now immortals that exist, would return to ash.

You had an expression of fear mixed with confusion, meeting his eyes. "Ok." You took a deep breath, "Well it was not entirely horrible meeting you" tightening your collar around your neck attempting to give yourself a bit of comfort after sitting though Tommys story.
"stay safe, crazy." You say with a roll of your eyes, sliding out your seat in the quaint diner.

"Look ok. It's not like that." James followed a step behind, the bell above the diner door ringing loudly symbolizing your exit. "I'm not crazy. You and I, we're the same. We are immortal. There are others-"

"You mean-" you spin quickly as the strangers hissing around the
busy streets give you both grim looks passing by. He pushes against you, forcing you both into an alley. He lowers his voice,"They're strong, they can fly, And... heal, just like you."

"I don't believe you. "

"What?"

"I never should have come. This could be a trap, a distraction. "

"No. never, I would never do that to you, Jane." , Wearing a disgusted look on his face, he looked over himself, pulling his baseball cap lower on his head.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Well Tommy, let's just agree to forget about all this, ok?" You moved away causiously walking back towards the sidewalk. "I'll see you around!" You yell over the bustling crowd, pulling your hood over your head blending in. 'Tommy had to be lying, after all, didn't he say something about all the immortals being men?' You thought.

He rested against the cool bricks, raking his hand through his hair unsure of what to do next.

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James trudged past your door to his own, afraid if he were to slow his pace, you'd know he was out there. Reaching out for the tarnished brass doorknob of his door it eased open on its own. He looked to the side, listening for any intruders. Stealthily walking he entered exhaling when he caught sight of Natasha frantically gathering the kitchen trash.
"You gonna help me out with this or you gonna just stand there?"

"Hey. I was just admiring the view." He breathed out smirking.

"James, you're such a tease. Where have you been? I wanted to drop by but Mr. Fitzgerald said he hadn't seen you all day?" She leans against the counter, blowing a stray red curl from her view.

He lied.

"No I was feelin' under the weather. Nothing your fantastic cooking can't heal. Dinner smells delicious by the way."

"Yes and soon to be cold. Where were you today if not resting then?"

"Out and about."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I might have needed just some fresh air."

"You're a gardener- all you've got is fresh air," she stood to her full height, resting a hand on her hip.

"The proper name is landscaper sweetheart. And maybe you need some fresh air, being stuck up in that cramped office cubicle all day."

"Ah, it's not that bad. Besides I feel like there's change coming."

"Really? Oh Hey! I got those theatre tickets you wanted."

"Oh nice! I can't wait."

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Natasha walked calmly through FBI headquarters, hoping today would be a slow day.

"Ms. Romanoff, how are you and that beefy boyfriend of yours?" A well dressed gentlemen walked beside her down the long corridor. She was hoping at least to get to her desk before getting stopped.

"Good. We are good. And you?"

"Fine just peachy."

"Go ahead and just ask it Coulson,
I know you want to."

"Isn't what you're doing considered some form of fraternizing with the enemy?"

"First of all, He's different."

" Sure he is. So Does he know?"

"Does he know what, boss? The weather? What time it is? C'mon, you'll have to be more specific." She spoke with a wink.

"Does he know you know, about him and does he know what you do?." His question lingered unanswered. "I'll take that as a no on both accounts"

"As far as he's concerned I'm a secretary at a law firm. And about his... abilities...I mean, it hasn't come up and I don't want to pressure him. I really like him and he's so on edge at times I don't want to end up pushing him away."

"Sure. But isn't a relationship built on trust? Well, at least tell me you're familiar with the woman he's been following around?"

"What? Who are you talking about? What woman?" Natasha suddenly became flustered. "He's been working overtime for his boss- Sam, he rarely had any free time, expecially to stalk some stranger."

"The immortal one."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean? We know all the immortals are men. ALL of them."
She clicked her tongue, "You know I told ya, all these long hours wouldn't be good for you.." she shook her head.

"We don't know who she is but
she's far from average." Coulson opened the file he was holding under his arm, passing a paper to her.

"What is this?"

"A death certificate. Now you believe me?"

"So how is she..?"

"Exactly. And thanks to your beloved he led us straight to her. But now he's interfering, making our job difficult."

"So the division is watching both of them?"

"Not watching per-say, I can safely say she's being... observed." Coulson stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, James has been a good boy."

She nods as they continue walking.

"Romanoff, According to our reports, this Jane Doe was where she didn't belong. One of those wrong time, wrong place type of deals. I frankly believe Time was the one that made these beings, we're wondering if he made a woman and hid her. Death didn't want any competition sort of speak, right?. Anyway, we are going out on a limb that, one human saw Death coming and sacrificed himself for her. A self sacrifice- could be why shes alive. Atleast, that's our hunch."

"That's quite a hunch there. I mean that would be a flaw in the agreement they hold. I don't fully understand though. One thing about your hunch- How could a human see Death coming? No one has seen either, unless they've wanted to be seen. and if that is true, what was the point?"

"Exactly. So I don't believe Death bought her back. She would have been considered an innocent in all of that mumbo jumbo, right? Not originally part of Deaths wrath like some sort of 'collateral damage.'"

"If everything you say is true, than this man-god would have sacrificed his life for this girl. A true act of love, making her the sixth immortal. Are you saying that Time may have... tricked Death into bringing her back, with the others?"

"It's quite possible."

"How would she not know, I mean..But that means it would break the truce between them? Which is not entirely a bad thing..."

"Yes and it would be bad. As long as there's a truce neither will intervene with the events that happen on earth. What I want to know is how was Time able to spare her without Death knowing? These immortals they, protect- help is at times even, dare I say the few could be considered heroes."

"If she's been hiding for this long...I don't understand how she's survived."

"That's next on the agenda. Why play human when you're a god?"

"So. Tell me what do you need from me?"

"Natasha, im just here to warn you, I'm afraid this may get too personal."

"You don't need to worry about that."

You're one of my best and brightest Nat, I couldn't be the one to-"

"Trust me, what ever happens I can deal with it."

"Ok. I need you to find out anything on this girl, after all, she is one of your neighbors. We need to confirm our suspicions."

"Right."

"Now, we have information on all of them. Since she was just recently tagged we need to find who sacrificed themselves for her, if we are running with this theory the boys in the office have come up with."

"And after that?"

"Find out why he has been interacting with her recently."

"You can't possibly think James Barnes is involved with her in some way? I'm sure he would have mentioned.."
Natasha trailed off when she saw Coulson walking away from her.

He untucked a file from his jacket, reviewing photos taken of you and James leaving a diner weeks ago.
"It's not only that I think it Nat, I've already got a feeling I know the answer."