There were voices, I could hear voices, none of them familiar, but it wasn't coming from my head. My stomach hurt, it grumbled and I felt like I was going to throw up. I opened my eyes, there was light and I squinted, once my eyes adjusted, I could see a ceiling above me. There was a pillow beneath my head, and from my torso down I was covered by a blanket. 

I looked down, there were two nurses and a doctor. The nurses were dressed funny. They weren't wearing dresses, they were wearing long sleeved shirts and pants. I began to sit up, but one of the nurses walked over and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Not just yet, Eleanor." She said. "We need to go in little steps." 

I opened my mouth to speak but only a quiet croak came out. I laid my head back down on the pillow. 

"Eleanor, follow my finger." The second nurse held up her index finger and in her other hand she held up a flashlight and shined it in my eyes. She moved her index finger slowly left and right and I followed with my eyes. She turned off the flashlight and reached for my own hand, lifting it above the bed.

"Her hands are getting slightly colder." She said. 

"Good." The doctor nodded, he was writing things on a clipboard. 

The nurse let go of my hand, and I kept it elevated. 

"Her motor skills are returning." Said the Nurse. She then handed me a pencil. "Hold this as steady as you can and pass it to your other hand."

I did so, my hands were slightly shaky, but they didn't find anything wrong with that. 

"Okay, now you can sit up." The first nurse placed her hand on my back and helped me sit up before propping up the pillow behind me. 

"I'm guessing you would like something to eat." The doctor looked at me and I nodded.

The other nurse left and returned with a tray of food. She placed the tray on my lap and I looked down at the food. There was a glass of water, apple slices and a small cup of peanut butter to dip the apples in. I reached for the glass of water and slowly brought it to my lips. I took a few sips, then cleared my throat. I looked up at the doctor and breathed in. 

"What is the date?" I asked. 

"It is September 21st, 2001." The doctor replied. 

I sat for what seemed like ten minutes, staring at the doctor. I did the math in my head and felt my body jolt with shock. I had been in Cryo for almost 60 years. I was in an entirely new millennium, a different world. 

The doctor could see the obvious shock on my face and he turned to one of the nurses and nodded. She reached her hand to the back pocket and out of instinct I held up my hand, letting the cold blood reach my fingertips. 

The doctor held out his arm in front of the nurse and said: "Wait!" 

The nurse pulled out a radio and clicked the side button, I lowered my hand, my heart still pounding.

"Send in Foxtrot." She said into the radio. 

Foxtrot? 

"Copy that." A voice came back on the radio and the nurse put the radio back in her pocket. 

After a few moments, a knock came on the door. The doctor opened it slightly and stuck his head out to speak a few words that I couldn't understand. He stepped back and opened the door all the way to let a man walk in. 

He was black, his head was bald and an eyepatch covered his left eye. He wore a long black coat, everything that he was wearing was black. 

He looked at me, his face was kept straight, and he looked at the doctor.

"If you could leave us for a moment, it would be much appreciated." He said. 

"Yes, sir." The doctor nodded and he and nurses left the room. 

The man took a chair from a corner of the room and set it at the foot of my bed before sitting down.

"You should eat something, your stomach has been empty for almost 60 years." He said, pointing at the tray in front of me. 

I looked down, took an apple slice, dipped it in peanut butter and took a bite out of it. After I swallowed, I looked at the man, anticipating for him to say something. 

"My name is Nicholas J. Fury, Director of SHIELD." He said. "I'd like to ease you into all of this before we tell you why we brought you back." 

"May I ask a few questions, sir?" I asked. 

"Well that was one, but yes you may." Nick Fury answered.

"Where are we right now?" I asked. 

"219 West 47th Street, New York City, New York." Fury answered. "SHIELD Headquarters." 

"You moved me all the way from New Jersey, huh?" I looked around the room, there weren't any windows. 

"We thought it would be convenient." 

I looked back at Nick Fury, if he was the director of SHIELD now...

"How much do you know?" I asked him. 

"About what?" Fury answered my question with another question. 

"Me, and everything about SHIELD." I said. 

"Your name is Eleanor Flint. You were born in 1922 in Manhattan, you fought alongside Captain Steve Rogers in World War II. You have the ability to make ice, your nickname is Frostbite, after the war you were put into Cryogenic Freeze so that when a problem in our country came about, you would be there to help." Fury answered. "I know enough about SHIELD to be the director." 

"Where is Colonel Phillips?" I asked. 

"Deceased, since 1970." Nick replied. 

"Howard?" I asked. 

"Also deceased, 1991." Nick looked down, then back up at me. 

"Peggy?" I shouldn't even have asked, the answer would be the same. 

"Alive." Fury answered. I nodded, with a smile on my face. "Any other questions?" 

"Has our country really been this quiet for 60 years?" I asked. 

Nick Fury readjusted himself in his seat, he leaned back and folded his hands in his lap.

"In 1963, our president John F. Kennedy was assassinated, that shocked the country, but it wasn't a huge problem with foreign threats." Fury said. "In 1965, the U.S entered the Vietnam War. SHIELD was contemplating whether or not we should bring you back, but we decided that our military forces could figure it out. We didn't get involved with any other affairs, until just 10 days ago." 

Nick Fury paused for a moment, he scratched his head and cleared his throat. "Right now, I'd like you take a moment to recover, clean up and get some new clothes. We have a lot planned."

The doctor and nurses re-entered into the room as if Fury had given them some sort of signal. Nick Fury stood up and returned the chair to its corner. 

"I'll meet up with you in an hour, after you get situated, I will have one of my agents escort you through the building." Nick said before leaving the room.

One of the nurses came to my side and lifted the blanket off of me. I was wearing a white t-shirt and brown, cotton slacks, on my feet were white socks.

"Alright, Eleanor, let's see if you can walk." She said. "Can you move your feet?" I looked down and began moving my toes, then my feet, the joints in my ankles cracked. 

"Good. Could you try moving your right leg?" The nurse asked. 

I slowly began turning my leg left and right, then I bent my knee slightly and lifted my leg off the bed. 

"And now your left leg." Said the nurse. I did the same with my left leg.

The nurses had me swing my legs to the side and they helped me sit up on the side of the bed until I could support myself. With each of them at my side, I slowly stood up with shaking legs, I breathed in and out, then the cold feeling rushed through my legs and a circle of frost spread out from my feet.

"I'm sorry, it should melt in a few minutes." I said.

"No worries, it's a good sign." The doctor smiled. 

I took slow steps with the nurses at my side and I was soon able to slowly walk on my own. 

"Very good." The doctor said before getting his radio. "Send in Barton." 

We waited a few moments and the door opened, a man walked in, he was maybe in his thirties or maybe late twenties. 

"Is she ready to go?" He asked. 

"Yes, she will need her clothes and I.D." The doctor replied.

The man looked at me and held his hand out. "I'm Agent Clint Barton, it's nice to meet you." He said.

"Eleanor Flint." I shook his hand. 

"Wow, her hands really are cold." Clint Barton grinned and looked at the doctor, he then looked at me. "Sorry if that offended you." 

"No, not at all." I shook my head. 

"We should get going, we've got to get you your new I.D." Said Clint.

I followed him to the door, turned to say thank you to the doctor and nurses, then we left the room and stood in a hallway. Clint turned to the left and I followed him, we passed a few men and women dressed in medical attire before arriving to a metallic door that had no handle or knob. 

Clint took a card from his pocket, and inserted it into a little slot on a panel that was built into the wall next to the door. There was a beep and Clint removed his card. The door slid open, revealing a tiny room inside, Clint stepped inside and I reluctantly followed and stood next to him. He turned and pressed a button on another panel that had the number 4 on it. The door slid closed and I looked around in confusion. 

"It's an elevator." Clint said, noticing my confused expression. "It goes up and down to the different floors of the building." The room moved and I reached to the wall behind me, white vapor came from my mouth. "It's just moving up, we aren't going to die." 

"This is all new to me." I said, standing upright. "There used to be a person who would run these, and you could see the floors as we moved up and down." 

"Believe me, there are a lot of new things that you haven't yet seen." Clint said. 

The elevator stopped moving and the door slid open, revealing another hallway. There were more people walking around than on the floor we were just on. I followed Clint down the hallway and we turned down another hallway and walked into a room. There were more people in there, they stood at boxes that had screens on them, and some of them stood at other large machines that made strange noises. 

I was given new clothes, they were much more different than the clothes that I used to wear. I was given blue jeans, a zip-up jacket with a hood, and shoes. 

Then I had my picture taken, and those were printed out onto small cards. A woman handed me a card and a ring with two keys and pointed to the name on the card. 

"Your alias name is Sarah Ogsworth." She said. "All of your legal documents outside of SHIELD will be under that name, this is to keep your true identity on the down low." 

"How would anyone know who I really was?" I asked.

"Have you ever heard of comic books?" Clint asked. 

"Yes." I nodded. 

"Well, there are quite a few about a superhero named Eleanor Flint, a.k.a Frostbite." Clint said. 

"Oh. I forgot, I'm a superhero." I took the card and looked at the picture of me printed on the card. 

"We should go meet up with Fury." Clint tapped my arm.

~~

We met Fury in a different room, he was talking with two other men at a table, there was a large screen on the wall and a small box pointed towards it. 

"Good timing." Fury looked up at us. "Have a seat." He gestured towards the two empty seats at the table. I walked with Clint over to the two chairs and we sat down.

"This is Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld." Fury nodded to an older man who sat near me, I shook his hand. "And this is General Hugh Shelton." I wasn't sitting close enough to shake the General's hand, so I politely nodded.

"It is a pleasure to have you with us, Miss Flint." Said Rumsfeld. "The circumstances that brought you here are unfortunate." 

"What are the circumstances, sir?" I asked. 

General Shelton pulled a thick, white, rectangular object towards him, opened it like a briefcase revealing a screen facing vertically and a panel with buttons on the bottom. He placed his hands over the buttons and began clicking them. It seemed to have the same use as a typewriter. 

I leaned towards Clint and whispered. "What is that?" I asked. 

"A computer laptop." He answered. "It has a screen and a keyboard. Like a typewriter, but fancier." 

An image appeared on the large screen on the wall, a picture of two tall towers.

"These are the twin towers of the World Trade Center here in New York." Said Fury, Shelton clicked a button on the keyboard and a different picture appeared on the screen of a building shaped like a pentagon. "This is the Pentagon in Washington, D.C." 

"Those are appropriately named." I said. 

"Just ten days ago, four planes were hijacked by terrorists. Two of them crashed into the World Trade Center, one of them crashed into the Pentagon and one crashed in Pennsylvania, we suspect it was headed for D.C." Rumsfeld explained.

The image of the Pentagon disappeared and was replaced with a movie, or video. It showed the twin towers, one of them had smoke coming from it. There were people shouting, then sirens in the distance. The sound of a plane came from the distance, that plane came in from the side and crashed into the second tower. I jumped slightly in my seat, and put the tips of my fingers to my lips. 

People began screaming, the camera showed their horrified faces as they stared up at the towers. 

"Oh my God." I mumbled. 

The camera went back to the towers and began to close up on something. When the camera got in focus you could see the figure of a person falling from the tower, then another, jumping from the windows. Someone began shouting "Jesus Christ, oh, Jesus Christ." 

White vapor began to come from my mouth, my hand was shaking on my lips. Clint's hand was on my back, rubbing up and down, trying to calm me. 

There was a rumbling noise in the video and a tower began to collapse on itself before crumbling to the ground, there was a cloud of smoke and dust, more screams, then, the second tower collapsed. 

The camera showed people running from the smoke, some were carrying others, a red truck drove by, followed by an ambulance. I looked away from the screen, and got a sick feeling in my stomach.

"That's enough." Clint said. 

The video stopped and I ran my hand through my hair, covered my mouth and steadied my breathing through my nose. 

"Who is responsible?" I asked, my voice shook. 

"There is an Islamic organization in the Middle East called Al-Qaeda, they have claimed responsibility." Rumsfeld answered. 

"Why did they do this?" I asked. 

"We are figuring that out, there have been previous disputes but none this costly. Al-Qaeda's plan seemed to be to cut off our world wide connections by taking out the World Trade Center, hurt our military by crashing into the Pentagon and possibly damaging the White House, which failed." Rumsfeld said. "There has been an enormous amount of casualties, and there are still some missing persons who have not been presumed dead." 

"You want me to aid in finding them?" I said. 

"Correct." Shelton nodded. "We already have set a plan to send troops to the Middle East, we think it best to keep you here." 

"We'll let you settle yourself in this new era before you start, we have an apartment for you ready, Clint will take you there." Fury said. "You think you are up for this?" 

"Sir, I fought in World War II, I believe I may be up for anything." I replied. 

"It is an honor to have you with us." Rumsfeld stood up and shook my hand. 

"We will see you in three days." Fury said.

Clint and I made our way out of the building and onto the streets. When we stepped out, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at the sight before me. I couldn't even comprehend what I was seeing, there were tall buildings lining the street, poles that had giant pictures on the top, some of them with screens and bright flashing colors. New models of cars sped by on the street, people walked by with small devices held up to their ears and they were having a conversation. There was so much going on and I began to walk backwards, I almost wanted to go back into sleep.

"Ellie, are you okay?" Clint looked at me. 

"Not entirely." I said. 

"This is all very new I understand that, which is why we are giving you time to settle." Clint turned to face me. "We have a taxi waiting, we'll get you to your apartment as soon as we can."
I took a deep breath and nodded, Clint walked me to a taxi that was parked at the street.

The new car models were much lower to the ground, I almost hit my head getting in, Clint walked around and got into the vehicle with ease and nodded to the driver. The entire ride I kept looking out the window, it seemed that on every street light, wall and surface had posters on them with pictures of people's faces. All of them Missing Person posters.

We left the main streets of New York and came to a more urbanized neighborhood with apartments. The taxi pulled over and parked at the sidewalk in front of a tall apartment building. Clint got out and came around to open the door for me, but I had already done so. I stepped out of the taxi and stared up at the building.

"This is where you're going to live now." Clint said. "Come on, the building's not going to run away." He began walking towards the doors and I followed him, we entered the main lobby, then walked over to an elevator. Clint clicked a button with an arrow pointing up, there was a ding and the doors slid open. A woman walked out of the elevator and we stepped in.

"You live on the 4th floor." Clint pressed the button with the number 4 on it. The elevator moved and soon stopped, the door slid open revealing a quiet hallway. I followed Clint until we came to a door. 

"And this is your room, do you have your keys?" Clint looked at me. 

I reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out the two keys, one was bronze, the other was silver. "The silver is the apartment key, the bronze is for your P.O box." Clint said.

I took the silver key and unlocked the door, inside it was dark, Clint stepped in and flicked a light switch and the light in the entry way turned on. We walked all the way into the apartment, there was a kitchenette, a small living room and a door leading to the bedroom. Inside the bedroom was a queen bed, a closet, and a dresser, then another door led to the bathroom.
The closet was already filled with clothes, so was the dresser.

"You guys really went all out on this." I said.

"It was Fury's idea to get you settled in with everything you needed." Clint leaned against the dresser. 

"I'll have to thank him." I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

There were curtains hanging up against a large window, I pushed them back, on looking the buildings ahead. I stared out the window, so much had changed, it was unbelievable. An airplane flew by in the distance and my heart skipped a beat. Was I thinking that something would happen again?

"Do you want something to eat?" Clint asked, breaking the silence. I turned to face him. "Personally, I'm pretty hungry, and I'm sure you are famished."

"Do we have food here?" I looked at the small kitchenette. 

"Yeah, but I don't feel like cooking anything, and no one really cooks at home anymore." Clint explained. 

"Well, I'm not about to go to some modernized diner." I said. 

"Me neither," Clint walked over to the kitchenette and stood in front of a phone hooked up to the wall. "Do you like pizza?" 

"What's pizza?" I scrunched my face. 

~~~

Clint had ordered pizza, which was a common thing now, and had it delivered to the apartment. We sat at the coffee table in front of the TV and while we ate, he helped me figure out every modern piece of technology in my apartment. The oven, the microwave, the cordless phone, the TV and its remote, and he did his best to explain how things worked nowadays.

"Do you want to keep the last slices?" Clint gestured towards the three slices of cheese pizza in the box. 

"Um, sure, I'll stick them in the fridge." I said, standing up and taking the box to the fridge. 

"You'll be alright on your own?" Clint stood up as well. 

"Huh?" I closed the fridge door. "Oh! Yeah, I think I'll be fine." 

"I gave you my phone number, so if you need anything, I'll have someone from SHIELD stop by." He said. 

"You don't live near?" I asked.

"Nope." Clint began walking towards the door. 

"Oh, well, thank you for being helpful." I said, following him. 

"You're welcome, Ellie." Clint smiled, then left the apartment.

The door closed and I stood in the hallway. It was quiet except for the sounds of cars driving by and the AC. I walked back to the kitchenette and grabbed a glass cup from the cupboard, and filled it with water from the tap. I turned and set it on the table, staring at the clear liquid.
I held out my hand, fingers stretching towards the glass. 

"Freeze." I said.

A cold feeling rushed through my hand, a patch of ice hit the side of the glass and it tipped. As it fell, the water froze in the splashed form and sat there with the glass tilted on the side.