"So you want to read about what happened in history in the last sixty years?" Evelyn asked, a grin forming on her lips. She couldn't help but find it endearing that after he was found buried in the ice that he wanted to learn about everything he missed, he had only been found a week ago.

"Yes, Ma'am," He said, nodding his head.

"Please call me Evelyn, or Eva. My friends and my brother call me Eva." She told him, as they slowly walked to the global war section of the floor.

"Evelyn." He whispered, as if trying it out. "You look like an Evelyn, It's pretty."

"Thank you..." She carried off blushing softly, hoping he would finally introduce himself.

"Steve," He smiled.

"Well Steve, I suppose we start where you left off. At the end of the second World War?" She suggested.

Steve cleared his throat before looking around at the large section that was filled with books on World War II. "They tell me we won the war, but now were in a different one." Steve said with a shake of his head.

"I hate that saying." Evelyn said, shaking her head. "Winning presumes we didn't lose. We lost a lot. I don't think anyone comes out a winner when it comes to war."

"I feel the same way." Steve said, turning to look at her. He was suddenly really grateful he decided to walk into the library that morning.

"Lets start here," Evelyn told him, grabbing a book that was about the surrender of the Axis powers.

Steve nodded and followed her to a table that was empty, and nestled quietly in the corner.

"I'll warn you ahead of time, some subjects aren't going to be easy to get through for me," Evelyn told him softly. She placed several books to the side, before pulling one out and pushing it across the table to Steve. "I think you understand that though." She added.

Steve nodded slowly before looking up at the young woman who was more broken than he truly could have begun to realize. "I understand. But I thank you for this Evelyn, truly." Steve told her, resting a hand gently across his chest.

Evelyn nodded and leaned back in her chair. She allowed Steve to read in silence, but she would be there with answers to any questions he might have.

~

Steve was hesitant to ask Evelyn anything about the end of the war, mostly for his own sake. But she did answer several questions about the surrender and how Hitler ended his own life.

"It might not have been the real Hitler, but I did punch him in the face over two hundred times," Steve chortled, closing the book in front of him.

"I'm sure that felt amazing." Evelyn said, smiling gently before neatly stacking the finished books beside her for her to place back in their homes nestled neatly on the shelves.

"I'll be right back, let me go put these away."

"Oh, let me help you with that!" Steve responded, leaping quickly out of his wooden chair. Evelyn shook her head and motioned at the aisle of books to their left.

"It's my job. Why don't you browse through the section on The Cold War until I get back?"

"That's all there is now isn't there, war?" Steve asked quietly, a somber look falling over his handsome face. Evelyn sighed feeling terrible for the man who was thrust into time against his will. There was so much he missed, and not all of it was any good. She wasn't sure how reading about all the wars, and assassinations, and segregating that took place during the time he missed was going to help him any.

Him not living through or knowing a lot of those things was almost a blessing in Evelyn's eyes. They couldn't forget or deny their history, but human beings could be incredibly cruel, she knew that first hand.

"I have a different idea, if you don't mind?" She asked him. "I don't think this is going to be good for you."

"What did you have in mind?" Steve asked, a small smile slowly etching across his lips.

"Meet me outside at 5 o'clock." She told him, before turning around and heading back to work for the rest of the afternoon.

~

When 5 o'clock rolled around, Evelyn wandered from the quietness of the library and out into the bustling city that was New York. Steve wasn't hard to spot outside among the masses. Everything from his clothing, to his mannerisms, even to the way he responded to the crowds around him showed that he was different from everyone else.

Evelyn pulled her mousy brown hair into a bun atop her head before making her way over to him.

"Hi, Evelyn. How was the rest of your afternoon?" Steve asked when the young woman stood in front of him.

"It was good. Quiet. I like the quiet." She said softly.

"And here I come along, ruining all of it," Steve chuckled.

Evelyn smiled as best she could before shaking her head in disagreement. "You did nothing of the sort, Steve. It was a pleasure to help you. Speaking of, shall we?" She asked, motioning to the sidewalk in front of them.

"After you," Steve said.

The pair walked in comfortable silence, occasionally dodging pedestrians that were in their way. They passed several high end shopping stores, multiple coffee shops and a dog park that were all nestled in the part of Midtown that Evelyn resided in.

"Stark Industries?" Steve asked, a concerned look growing across his face.

"I live here." She told him. "My brother and I own the building. Although I've spent much more of my time in it than he has."

"Evelyn Stark." Steve mumbled, more to himself than anything.

"Are you okay, Steve?" She asked, putting a gentle hand on his arm. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Looking at you better, I feel like I have." Steve whispered, inspecting her more intently. Evelyn stepped back uncomfortably.

Evelyn had no idea what Steve was talking about, but knew she wanted to desperately get out of the crowds that were starting to cause her breathing to quicken.

"Let's go inside, Steve. We can talk inside."

~

"Welcome to my humble abode," Evelyn told him. She paused in the door opening to place her flats on the shoe rack and toss her keys in the marble bowl that was nestled beside the front door with an unopened stack of mail. Steve looked unsure if he should follow her lead in removing his shoes, but in the end determined he wasn't fully comfortable with doing so and kept them on.

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?" She asked, guiding him into her large kitchen that overlooked Manhattan. Steve was pulled to the incredible view, this was certainly not the New York he remembered growing up in.

"Huh?" Steve asked, turning around to see Evelyn with a mug of coffee between her tiny palms. "I'm sorry, I got lost in the view."

Evelyn smiled. " I asked if you would like something to drink?"

"Maybe just water, if that's alright." Steve said, hating to impose on her.

She pulled a bottle of water out of her futuristic refrigerator and handed it to him. "Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

Steve wasn't sure where to begin. The second he saw the all too familiar name in big red lights above his head, his past seemed to be trying to catch up to him quickly.

"Was your father Howard Stark?" He asked her.

The gentle smile was wiped from her face and she placed her coffee mug on the counter before wandering off into another section of her large apartment. He thought he had offended her when she didn't come back immediately, but five minutes later she walked back into the kitchen with a framed photo in her hands.

"This is the last family photo we took. It was on my brother's birthday the year our parents died." She handed him the glossy frame, he took it hesitantly from her.

Howard looked older in the photo, but there was no denying it was him. A pang of guilt hit Steve in the gut realizing he wasn't there when one more friend of his was taken away. And he was here practically getting a second shot at living again.

Howard stood next to a pretty woman with bright blonde hair tied into a bun, her hand was wrapped around the arm of a young man that Steve assumed was Evelyn's brother. And there was no missing Evelyn, who had freckles you could clearly see through the old photo, and wavy brown hair that tickled her shoulders.

"My parents, Howard and Maria." Evelyn said, leaning over Steve to gently point at her parents. "And my brother, Tony." She pointed at the young man. Steve could see several similarities between the two of them, especially around the eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories like this." Steve said, gently placing the frame on the table in front of him.

"It's okay, Steve. My parents died twenty years ago, and I was only six when it happened. Tony has more memories of them that he tells me from time to time."

"I knew your father." Steve told her, looking from the old photo and back to her. Evelyn and Tony really did look just like their father. "Back in the war."

Evelyn had always wished she had more memories of her parents, more time with them. But eventually her parents were like ghosts to her, barely a flicker of recognition on her brain when she tried to think about them. But those ghosts got replaced by new ones, and the new ones were so very fresh on her mind.

"I don't have very many memories of him. You probably remember him better than I do."

Steve's mind wandered back in time, many memories popping up in his head but none that should have been mentioned to the late mans daughter. " He was smarter than his time. He's the one who made my shield." Steve told her fondly.

"Let me know if you ever want that back, I have a little bit of pull at S.H.I.E.L.D," Evelyn winked at him with a chuckle. Although she had no idea if Steve even knew her father was a founder of S.H.I.E.L.D, but Evelyn could keep some things to herself for now.

"Maybe later." Steve chuckled, taking a large sip of his water.

For the next few hours, time was lost on them. As Steve told her many stories about her father and how he helped in the war, even about the mission that inevitably caused him to be lost in the ice for many years. Conversation seemed to flow organically between the two of them, and Steve was grateful to have someone he felt so connected to that he could feel comfortable around, and Evelyn was grateful that another person besides JARVIS was keeping her company that night.