The shift in the ER that day was a nightmare. You'd gotten stuck with the laziest coworkers on the busiest day you'd seen in ages and on a double shift at that. So you spent the day running around the ER feeling like the only competent person in the whole ER, including the other doctors who were bound and determined that they were smarter than a 'kid just out of med school', no matter how many times you'd saved their asses from killing patients because of their own stupidity. Ok, stupidity wasn't being entirely fair, the rest of the doctors were just as overworked as you were and didn't spend enough time with the patients, unlike you.

They also didn't have a touch of the healing gift.

But no one knew about that. They didn't know about the telepathy or the other little gifts you had.

They also tended to treat you like a child because of your short slim stature. It was annoying as fuck, especially when the patients did it. They always demanded a real doctor. At best they thought you a resident, or intern, or nurse. At worst, well you'd had to insist more than once that you were an adult and a fully qualified doctor and did they want someone fixing whatever stupid thing had landed them in the ER or not?

For some reason they thought you were perfectly capable when it was put to them that way. Amazing how that worked.

So after a horrible day at work, you were quite content to hit up a Starbucks in times square to get enough caffeine in your system to safely make it home. You sat outside with your coffee, playing on your phone, enjoying the sunny afternoon and trying to decide if you were going to take the subway or suck it up and take the walk home.

You looked up at the commotion, though you lived in New York, so you really didn't think much of it. It was a strange sight, though, of the large man running out of a a building. Caucasian, mid-twenties maybe, sandy brown hair, lots of muscles, white shirt, brown pants, a big disk strapped to his back. It might not have been so strange if the large man didn't look so scared... so vulnerable. That expression did not belong on the face of a man that size, that well-built.

The situation got stranger when even though he was being chased out of the building by people in black suit, he still stopped and spun in a circle, taking in times square as if he'd never seen it before, as if he'd dropped in from an alien spaceship, though he appeared very much human.

A moment passed and he came to his senses, continuing on his run and you made a decision, a stupid-ass decision, really, but it wasn't like you to not help people in need. So you put on your best cute innocent harmless doctor look and stepped out into his path, your coffee forgotten on the table you'd been sitting at. He paused, looking like he was going to dart around you, but his expression caught on you, intrigued by the girl who stepped into his path.

You held up your hands in front of you, showing him you were unarmed. "Those guys look like they're giving you trouble," you told him gently. "Sir, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I can help you," he looked wary at best, but hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at the approaching me. "Please, I'm a doctor, I wouldn't lie about helping someone," you urged him with your best kind, gentle look. He finally nodded, as if wondering what else he had to lose. "This way!" you took his large warm hand in yours and pulled him toward the side street that the Starbucks was on the corner of. You ran a few steps, then stopped and pushes him against the wall, standing too close to him so you could cloak you both in an illusion.

"What-?" he started.

"Shh," you hissed in reply, stupidly placing your hand over the strange man's mouth as the people in black suits entered the side street. They ran right past where you were holding the strange muscled man against the wall through nothing more than your hand on his mouth and his consent at being held there. He could have snapped you in half had he wanted, but he seemed to realize that you were doing something to keep the people in suits from seeing you both.

You stepped back from him and removed your hand from his mouth after the last of the suited people ran past. "Sorry about that. I can only hide us from sight. They would've still heard us," you told him shyly. He looked so confused. "Are you alright?" you asked him.

"T-this isn't right," he says, looking at the screens around you. Looking like he was close to panicking.

"Hey big guy, it's ok," you told him gently. "Breathe, you don't want to hyperventilate," you bid him warmly, using your well practiced doctor voice. He took one breath. Another. "I'm Doctor Y/N. Can you tell me your name? Or should I just keep calling you big guy?" you teased a little and he actually gave you a small smile.

"Captain Steve Rogers, ma'am," he replied.

Of course he was.

Now that he said it, you saw it. Who didn't know of Captain America and how he'd gone down with his plane in WWII? Who didn't know of the infamous Super Soldier? Hell, he even had an exhibit at the Smithsonian.

"Pleasure to meet you, Captain Rogers," you replied warmly. He still looked wary and confused, that same vulnerable expression. He was clearly at a loss over something. "Something besides those guys in suits seems to be bothering you. Wanna talk it over, over a cup of coffee?" you asked him kindly, too impulsively, but you couldn't just let him keep running scared like he'd been.

He thought about it for a moment, though looked concerned. "I wouldn't want to put you in danger," he finally says, looking around as if for the people in suits.

"They won't see us, at least not for awhile," you reassured him quickly. You gave him a bright smile and he warmed some. "C'mon, coffee, my treat," you bid him and gestured back toward the Starbucks. He nodded, accepting the small reprieve. Your coffee was long gone, and had been out of your sight too long to be considered a safe drink anymore. You went inside the Starbucks with him and placed a new order from yourself then looked to him. He stared at the board confused. "How do you take your coffee?" you asked him kindly.

"Black and strong," he replied automatically. You smirked and placed an order for him too, then went to sit outside with him at one of the little outdoor tables. You sat in comfortable silence for a little while, he seemed to relax at the normalcy of sipping on a cup of coffee.

"No pressure, but do you want to talk about it?" you asked him gently.

He gave you a look, considered what you were asking. He didn't seem to consciously decide to answer, but words started tumbling out of his mouth. You weren't surprised, it was part of being around you, one of your gifts was your calming presence, and people opened up to you despite whether they intended to or not. "Last thing I remember was putting my plane in the water to save New York. Then I wake up today in that building. They set it up a room in there, a trick like I was still in the 1940s, but everything was just a little wrong. The radio was playing a baseball game I attended in person, the woman's tie was too wide, her hair, her-" he trailed off. "It's not the 1940s anymore, is it?" he asked, looking around.

"No," you told him gently, but clearly. He looked up at you, waiting for more. "It's 2011. Everyone thought you died when you crashed the plan. Apparently, that wasn't the case..."

"Apparently..." he replied dryly. You both sat in shocked revelation at that bombshell and sipped on your coffee while you processed it. "Why did you help me?" he asked.

You shrugged. "It was the right thing to do," you told him as if that was obvious. He smiled fondly, the words stirring up a pleasant memory.

"How long did you say you can hide us?" he asked, his voice concerned, as black SUVs started to surround you.

"Apparently, not that long," you admitted as you both got to your feet. He looked around for an escape, but you were surrounded.

People in suits started getting out of the SUVs and you could see their guns. Shit. You tried to think of something to do, but there was nowhere to run and there were too many of them.

In one swift movement, he slung the disk off of his back and it finally registered that it was the Captain America shield. You hadn't realized earlier, simply because you hand't been looking for it, hadn't expected Captain America to show up out of nowhere. He pulled you to him, tucking you safely against his warm side, the shield up in front of you to defend you.

"At ease, soldier!" a voice belonging to a man with an eyepatch and long black trench coat called as he stepped closer. Captain Rogers lowered the shield a little but kept it in position to defend you. "Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there but... we thought it best to break it to you slowly,"

"Break what?" Captain Rogers asked defensively.

"You've been asleep, Cap, for almost seventy years," he paused to let Cap process that, but he'd already processed it over your coffee. "You ok?"eyepatch man asked.

Cap nodded, his eyes distracted as he remembered something. "Yeah... just...I had a date..." he said softly, sadly. The words broke your heart. This poor man had lost an entire lifetime. It sounded like he had lost his love too. All you wanted to do was heal that terrible wound...

"Why don't we go inside and talk about what happened?" eyepatch man asked kindly, though his voice was gruff. Cap's arm tightened around you, as if your kindness was the only thing keeping him grounded in some semblance of normalcy. "She should come with us. She's involved in this now too..." he finally said when he realized that Cap wasn't going to come without you with him. He also seamed to realize that you had a calming effect on almost everyone around, especially right now when you were trying. You saw in his eye that he thought you had something to do with why it took so long to find Cap.

You were coming with them regardless now.

So with Cap's arm around you and his shield held up to defend you, you found yourself going with eyepatch man and the people in suits, back to the building Cap had run from.

So much for going home from your double shift and going to bed.

But helping Captain America was definitely worth a little lack of sleep.