In the apartment above the gym, all three of them, all with their little knowledge of cooking, pitched in to making dinner and goofing around. It took them half an hour to gather and mix whatever mixable and edible resources they could find, and sat on the small square table in the kitchen to eat.

"So, you've just been hiding from the world for the past 70 years?"

"No, just about a year and a half actually. I froze in the arctic waters when I crashed the plane. And they 'defrosted' me 2 years ago."

"Yeah, when they had use of you again," Kiera said hatefully as if the agency was her middle school rival.

"Who's they? The SSR?" Sam asked as he ate.

"Yeah, kind of." Replied Steve dejectedly.

"I see," was Sam's remark before they sat in uncomfortable silence as they finished dinner

The food finished and they cleared the table. Kiera got out ice cream and pie from the fridge.

"Clearly, you two aren't really siblings." Sam tried to clear the air.

"No! We're not. We actually met four weeks ago." Kiera excitedly answered.

"You're kidding!"

"Not at all! Kiera was a street th-"

"Hey!"

"Sorry. Well, kind of. She sat next to me to avoid having to pay. And, then she followed me home like a cat." Steve poked his slice of pie.

"Ta-daa!"

"Four weeks huh? You guys must have a lot in common."

"The bigger stuff, yeah. But we have a lot of smaller differences," Kiera swallowed a spoonful of ice cream. "For example, I like ice cream! And Steve detests it like a cat in water."

"Or maybe a soldier on ice!" Sam joked and Kiera laughed with him. Both teased Steve as he ate his non frozen dessert while Sam and Kiera made jokes, lasting till Kiera went off to sleep.

Steve checked in on a sleeping Kiera and lead Sam to the balcony, two bottles of beer in his hands.

"So how's adjusting to the 21st been going for ya?" Sam asked as he leaned against the wall.

"It was hard to get used to at first. The city layout changed a whole lot!" Steve waived his bottle over the mentioned layout.

"Welcome to New York!" Sam punched Steve in the shoulder.

"Everything's more expensive now."

"Oh yeah, you come from the days of ¢80 gas!"

Steve chuckled.

"Yeah. And then the day to day technology is pretty nice."

"And entertainment. Boy you must've missed a golden age of music and movies."

"Is that so!" Steve teasingly cocked up a brow.

"Yeah man! You gotta listen to the Beatles, The White Stripes, Queen."

"There's a band called Queen?"

"Yup. They made good songs.

'Ooh you make me Liivve!
Whatever this world can give to me
In rain or shine
You're my best friend."

Sam started to sing off key and Steve snatched away his beer bottle.

"That's enough for you!"

"Hah! Thanks."

They leaned over the balcony and gazed at the empty streets below.

"I'm sorry about Bucky." Sam broke the silence.

"What was that?" Steve asked, surprised.

"Bucky Barnes. He was your best friend in the army. Or at least that's what they say in the museum video."

"Yeah. He was like an older brother." Steve chugged his beer, reminiscing.

"My best friend's in the army too, I couldn't imagine if..." He didn't need to say more.

"So your sister doesn't like the agency very much." Sam asked, referring to her not so subtle disgust.

"No, she doesn't. Apparently she crossed paths with them once. Didn't go very positively."

"I wouldn't think it'd be positive."

"Why would you say that?" Steve asked, confused.

"Well, after the war, there wasn't exactly a need for a war agency. So management had other ideas. Well, till your girl took over for a while. And again after her, S.H.I.E.L.D didn't exactly have a peaceful aura."

"And what exactly do you know?" Steve pried.

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"What do you know?" Loki asked Sigyn as they walked in the training chambers.

"Pardon?" She asked, unsure what he wanted to know. He had just come up to her and Lady Sif and had borrowed her from the company of the Goddess. And now they were walking into a big chamber.

"Father said you were a student of magic," Loki said, reminding her.

"Oh." She dropped her gaze to the floor, feeling like an idiot as she could sense him smiling at her.

"Yes, I was. There was a school, for magic, in my home of Vanaheim. There were students from other nations as well. I was good friends with enchantress Amora."

"That is a very advantageous friendship."

"Do you Princes see everything in terms of politics?" She joked.

"Unfortunately, we are born into it as royals. I assume my father will tutor you in that."

"I have no desire to partake in such activities."

"Then perhaps, I may excuse myself before hand, that you haven't adjusted to your new realities."

"And you have stolen me from Lady Sif to thrust it before me?" She asked angrily as he walked away from her.

"Not at all. I have brought you here to continue your tutorage in magic. The only thing I'll be thrusting in front of you, is this brick. It isn't the hardest thing to distort this brick into a bird."

"Not in the slightest!" She smirked as if he had belittled her and proved him wrong by changing the red stone into a white dove bird, which flew and rested at her shoulder.

"Very well done. So, first, we'll start with what you know, then we'll advance forward from there."

"Of course," she laughed.

"I amuse you?" Loki asked, not knowing what was so funny.

"Your language. It is very militant."

"Well I am a general of the army. And at the moment, you teacher. You are turning out to be a very distracted pupil." Loki hit her with a spell to get her to focus.

"Distracted? Or distracting!" Sigyn coyly stepped closer to him, putting both her hands on his chest. She stayed for a moment till he became lost in her appeal, then drew a spell in her hands that sent a blast at his chest and sent him flying off into the wall.