~Abbey's POV~

I watch the news in horror.

In fucking horror.  And I'm watching CNN.

Aliens in Manhattan the title says.  Jesus H. Christ.

Although, thank the God above us.  We won.

Actually, those people won.  And I am referring to the people in a spangly outfit, Iron effing Man, this lady in a hot catsuit, this guy with a freaking bow and arrow.  Like hello!  There's a thing  called guns! Then a green, raging, freaking monster, and finally there's this guy with a freaking red cape and a hammer that conducts lighting!  LIGHTNING.

And what else?  A girl in the hood-- wait.  That hoodie.

That mother frickity frackity fruckity hoodie.  And boy do I know, if so God kill me, who effing loves such a hoodie.  And that girl is literally shooting fireballs and flamethrowers and icicles and lava!  Like a dragon fucked with Jack Frost!

Amelia Vale!!

I gotta call Nick.  She better, I mean freaking frackity frickity better, better be O-kay!

And I thankfully and just know how to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.  Perfect. 

How?  Oh yeah, Nick gave me instructions on how to when he visited to recruit Amelia.  For the second time in S.H.I.E.L.D's history.  The instructions were other ways to contact her when she won't answer her cell.  Which turns out to be most of the time when I try to call her. 

Oh where was I?  Oh yeah, calling.

Immediately leaving my white, and comfortable couch, I ran up to the staircase in our penthouse in Virginia.

I ran past Amelia's room, then arrive to mine.

Swinging the door open, I instantly run to my desk and boot up my computer.  And its a really good computer.

Anyways, opening the drawer in the desk, I grab the miniature tablet Fury gave me to read the instructions.  He's like, "its all for protocol if you--" blah blah blah.

OKAY!  Sorry for drifting away a little bit but the iMac, with the typed pass code in, I opened the tablet and read the instructions, doing them in the iMac as I am told to do.  Yes.  I have a tiny thing for computers because Amelia showed me some tricks.  And one of those tricks can be like paybacks for those bitches online.  Hehehehe...

Alright!  This particular type of call is simply formatted almost similar to FaceTime on Apple devices.  Like its Skype, except its encrypted so no way would genius or master hacker in the world could break the encryption.  For an espionage organization that counters terrorism and other dangerous factors in order to protect the lives of civilian people.  An example of such situation would be that alien invasion, for instance.

With my patience almost running out, they finally pick up.

"This is S.H.I.E.L.D.  In order to gain contact with one of the employees here you would've followed a set of instructions in order to do so.  The last step is the code.  May you announce the code?"

The operator told me seriously like a plain robot.  I read the table one last time and announced the code, in a high pitched voice like it says.  I know, weird, but actually its funny and cool at the same time.

"Nicholas J. Fury, contact override, code 195-08.000-028.000-02001.0000.  And by the way, I ate chocolate this morning and I just had diarrhea."  (A/N:  Yes, that's the code. :P)

The operator smiles, the very first humane thing he's ever done, with the approval.  "Contact override.  Who are you trying to get in touch with?"

I smile back, returning the gesture, "Amelia Vale.  Participant in the Avengers Initiative and Agent of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement, Logistics Division..."

I trailed off due to his sudden action.  He's frowning.  Oh no.  Why is he frowning?!

"Uh, miss..."

"Abbey Myers."

"Ah yes, erm Ms. Myers, Agent Vale is well..." That's it.

"Okay, first, through a 75'' screen in the living room downstairs, I've witnessed extraterrestrial activity displaying forced invasion and trespassing for that matter of our planet through CNN.  As well as witnessing a squad of 'superheroes' saving and doing their duties as they were tasked to do I impose as S.H.I.E.L.D would.  And please, if so God would help me, the last time I've had contact with my friend, sister, was approximately six hours ago.  May you just at least explain her current state or the fact that she's okay?"  I pleaded calmly, telling the words quickly.  But inside of me is worrying sickly.

He just stood there, with wide eyes, "Miss, please calm down..."

I leaned at the screen, mad, "this is calm and its doctor."  (A/N:  REIDDDDD!!!!  Oh yeah, she's a therapist guys.)

~Steve's POV~ (Keep in mind this was during Abbey just started arguing with the timid operator.  She can really put up a fight.)

I lean my forehead against the glass wall, after realizing even beating several punching bags to a pulp couldn't help me release the tension of devastation.  Amelia's fragile and broken figure rests on the other side of the glass wall of the infirmary.  With S.H.I.E.L.D scientists continuously extracting data and information like she was some kind of lab rat.  The fact aggravates me.

My eyes were bloodshot from shedding tears whilst punching.  But it hadn't stopped since.

I pounded a fist on the lower, flat, rim in fury of the glass wall from the sight of experimenting.  It shook almost the whole glass wall to break.  Its not doing anything.  Nothing.

All it did though was startling the scientists to look at me through the glass, frightened in their eyes.  I just waved them off, letting them resume to their duties.  Turning away, my hands in my eyes...  Scratching and wiping the tears away.

What I didn't notice was that a S.H.I.E.L.D scientist exited the quarantine infirmary, walking towards me in her designated and protective uniform.  Which is all black, the usual.  (A/N:  Picture to the side my friends.)

She approached me a little bit timidly, but I didn't mind.  "Captain Rogers?"

I face her with my bloodshot eyes, sniffing, "yes ma'am?"

The scientist handed me the folded, black, protective, quarantine gear.  "My crew will be now assessing the gathered data in a controlled environment, aka the lab, until Agent Weaver's own crew arrives.  So we'll be leaving the current site..."

I unhesitatingly accept the gear from her hands, staring down at it.  Lessening the eye contact, she continues, "I think its the appropriate time to exclusively accept guests."  She winks through her mask, making me tug a small, grateful smile at my lips. 

"Thank you, ma'am."  I thank her.  "Please, Captain.  Agent and Dr. Kate at your service." She insists.

"Dr. Kate, when will immediate medical surgery would be performed?" I ask her, eager.

"Captain Rogers, during analysis and assessment, it turns out she is freezing the wound uncontrollably. Plus its at her own will. However, due to the ice covering the wound, it didn't really give us a chance on, well, examining it. We decided to leave it to Director Weaver's team so all we can do is wait for like ten more minutes. But she has to remain in the infirmary until we can theorize we gathered enough data for her curing."

I listened to every work, understanding attentively. It also relieved me for a moment due to the fact Amelia's still, in tack. "Thank you for informing me."

She giggles, "well, I, personally and definitely value your work during the second World War, and, now."  She did a small, mocking salute.  And that hit me she's gonna start flirting.  Sorry, but I feel suddenly aware. "I think you deserve to know, Captain. For a brave man like you." She winks, taking a step towards me.

I stop her there, "um, I'm just gonna change."  I awkwardly remind her as I turn away to the restroom, leaving her a little bit speechless.  Sorry, again, because I already have eyes on a dame already.  I mean, like not like, you know?  I just-- Oh just shut up, Steven.

Entering the restroom, I look the door behind me and approach the sink.  Splashing water to my face to at least relieve me a little bit, I pat dry my face and stared at the mirror.  Wow, looks like I just resurrected from the dead or something...

Grabbing the gear, I slip it over my current clothing.  Even the boots I wore during the fight.  And then lastly, I slipped the mask on.  I figured out every of the contraption out through the process so don't worry about me...

Glancing one last time on my reflection, I exit the restroom.  To find Natasha and Clint walking almost passed me, "whoa!"  Clint exclaims in surprise as I leave the restroom doors.

"Guys... Its just me... Steve..."  I remind them tiredly, walking pass them and brushing off their shoulders.

It left them speechless and they exchange confused glances from each other.  "I'd rather see him a spangly outfit..."  Clint says, making Natasha just shrug and continue on their way.

I continue to make my way to the quarantine infirmary, then in front of the entrance to it.  Exhaling, "okay.  She's unconscious.  Don't expect her to wake up or anything..." I mutter to myself recommendation words, as I let the scanner permit me to enter by letting it scan the seal on the suit.  Again, I actually figured it out.

"Captain Rogers, 8."  It declares before letting me enter to the medical quarantine.

Wow...  Its actually and awfully warm in here....

Before me stood the breaking frame of Amelia Vale. Its coming again.

The tears broke slowly and steadily from my eyes as my lip quivered at her. Her eyes were shut, but underneath is like the something is sucking the life out of her. Her skin is ice cold, (A/N: no not like a Frost Giant...) like a pale blue. And those aurora borealis are glowing around the room, causing the warm state inside. I realized her hair stopped acting like bright, neon lights.

"Oh, Amelia..." I walk towards her and kneel at the bedside, holding her hand gently under the covers. "We... we have time... We can work it out..."

Silence. Tears kept rushing down my face. "Fight... For me..." My voice croaked as I try to swallow back the tears.

Closing my eyes, I try softly pecking her hand but my mask is blocking the way. Dang it...

Tap! Tap! I heard loud tapping from the other side of the glass wall. Turning around, but not letting go of her hand, I see a spooked out, operator? Yeah, I guess that's it, he's an operator of some sort. He had those headphones with a microphone on his head and he looks definitely, shaken an a strike of terror ran into him. Wonder what's it now...

I let go of her hand, by gently laying it on top of the covers and exit the quarantine infirmary.

Removing my helmet as soon as I pass the sealing doors, I face the operator, who's actually shaking. He's wearing the usual S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. "Uh-um, Captain Rogers?"

I sigh and sniffled, "yes?"

He gulps. In fear, "erm, people around says your close to Agent Vale, right?" My eyes widened and I turn beet red.

I simply reply, "uh... yes. Yes I am, I suppose." Wait, isn't Fury also close to her? Like family?

"Okay. That's um good--"

"Wait, wait," I toss the protective helmet onto the side of the hallway and place the hands on my hips, "not to be, erm, rude, but isn't Fury also relatively 'close' to her as family?"

He gulps, again. "That's the thing. The Director is still managing the whole, system. As well as helping with preparations for Agent Weaver's arrival." I nod as he continues, "and she," he points towards the quarantine, Amelia, "someone's trying to have contact with her."

Then I got fuming mad. Because the name that immediately came to mind is Cervetti. He realizes my change in mood, therefore mentioning a completely different name, "she goes by the name of Abbey Myers. Erm, sorry, Dr. Abbey Myers." Oh.

I cocked an eyebrow, because the name rings a bell. I ponder for a little bit, as he continues, "she's completely demanding to speak to Amelia Vale. She's pleading, Captain. But since she's in this situation right now, I suppose you could speak for her. Besides, you were the first person to visit Agent Vale in the quarantine infirmary." I narrow my eyes, still thinking. Then, I startle the operator as I unzip the long sipper of the protective gear and unbuckle all the necessary latches in this thing. Including removing the gloves and its boots, revealing my normal clothing.

The operator took a few steps back as I pick up the gear and quickly folded it, tossing it to the side of the hallway. I then ask, "did she say anything about how she knew Amelia?"

He nodded instantly, "yes, Captain. Dr. Myers is relatively close to Amelia Vale. Like best friends or acquaintances. They live together like roommates. That's what she stated..."

Light bulb! Literally. "Abbey Myers... I know and heard the name." He gave me a small smile, "yes! She's practically demanding to speak to someone--"

"To speak for Amelia 'cause of well, you know..." I finish for him as he nods.

"Yeah! Okay, could you, please, talk to her? She's panicking..."

I agreed instantly, for Amelia, "lead the way." How hard could it be to be talking to the girl you love's best friend?

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It turns out the operator's name is Agent Derek, Lancer Derek. He led me to a series of hallways whilst I try rubbing my eyes and releasing all of its bloodshot before I talk to this Abbey Myers. And how could've this girl get a agent scared of his wits.

We finally arrived at this large room, entering to find more computers with complications I'll never understand of today's advanced technology. Not again.

Agent Derek led me to a large monitor, and asked me to take a seat in front of it. On the other side of the virtual screen, stood a girl no older than Amelia, pacing back and forth across the room, continuously biting her nails. Obviously she looks worried sick.

She noticed me shifting my seat and immediately sat down on her own seat on the other side of the screen. Abbey gaped her mouth opened, and narrowed her green eyes at me. "Uh, who are you and what's going on with Amelia?"

~Abbey's POV~

I am asking for Amelia and they gave me a hot, buff, blonde guy?! He's fine as-- hold on!

I don't give a frick if he looks a hell a lot like that guy on TV recently but I want Amelia! "Answer me, soldier!" I tell him, catching his attention. Whoa, didn't mean to get all military there but they are wasting precious time!

He looks at me, dumbfounded. Ugh, why does S.H.I.E.L.D personnel have to act too petrified or something? And don't you even dare blame the connection! "Well?" I ask again. He gulps.

"Ma'am, I'm responding on behalf of Amelia Vale..." Mental face palm. I cut him off, "you think I don't know that? Look, on behalf on myself, I don't mean to be rude but my patience is running out."

He gulps, again. Then I heard him mutter as he faces downward, "wow, this is harder than it looks." Is he actually nervous? Cute. I'll ask for his number later. Oh great, now I can't keep a straight face anymore!

"Excuse me?" I ask for his attention once again, successful with keeping a straight face. He looks up, but his blue eyes have much more attentiveness and determination than a few seconds before. "Look, Abbey Myers isn't it?"

WOOOWW... "Dr. Abbey Myers." I emphasize for him. He nods, furrowing his eyebrows like he's a leader or captain of something.

"Right, Doctor, well. May I introduce myself. This is Captain Steve Rogers," and he read my mind... "And on behalf of Amelia, I'll be conversing you details that just happened recently so you could catch up and less worrying." My eyes widened at his name. Holy shit. Seventh grade Social Studies all over again! Its--

"Captain America, as people would've and used to know." He interrupted my thoughts as my jaw dropped all the way, down to hell. Then I start muttering my thoughts aloud. "Murica's righteous man, speaking on behalf of my..."

"Your best friend? Yes. She's, well, compromised." WHAT?!

And that brought me back to reality. "COMPROMISED?!" I exclaim aloud in shock as he raises his hands to try and calm me down. "Ma'am! Please, let me explain the situation..."

"Okay, first things first, Captain, what do you accommodate to be permitted to speak on behalf of Amelia to me?"

"Because I brought her to an emergency infirmary as soon as she teleported me back with all her might as soon as the battle ended. Ma'am."

I sensed immediately he meant every word truthfully. My expression softened for the Captain, couldn't believe the fact he saved my best friend like what, minutes ago? And I have this feeling I'm missing something, but I just couldn't put my mind to it.

Although, he still had the expression of determination. "Oh," I realize, "I understand..." Then I rub my eyes because I'm so freaking tired from work, even though if its a Saturday. "I'm sorry for the misconception of, well, this..."

He shakes his head, "please. Its fine. If I were you, I would've probably done the same thing..." I look back at the monitor, until I realized on how bloodshot his eyes were. Was he crying?

"Oh, um. Yeah. Still though, I apologize, Captain." He smiles. I smile back as I look away from his daze.

"Phew! All right..." He says in relief as he leans back on his chair as I get ready to accept the news of my best friend. The news that I keep anticipating. "Amelia was shot." He lets it all out.

And immediately, all the air gasped out of me, losing my exasperated breaths. "Amelia...?"

Steve nodded his head, sadly, as he stares down at the floor. "Yeah, but it wasn't, oh my god..." He choked out the words, making me frown sadly.

"What's the matter? Please, just say it." I plead, because I just need to know.

And he finally started explaining, "well..."

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SOOOO HOPED YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER OF HOW ABBEY MET STEVE ROGERS!

JUST FYI, ABBEY'S PORTRAYED BY PHOEBE TONKIN.

MORE RECAP:

I'M GOING TO RE-EDIT SOME PREVIOUS CHAPTERS BECAUSE I HAVE THE FEELING THAT THEY WEREN'T TOLD OR PORTRAYED QUITE CLEARLY AND I NEED TO FIX SOME GRAMMAR MISTAKES.

MORE ABOUT ABBEY: SHE'S GREEN EYED, BRUNETTE, TAKES HER OCCUPATION AS A THERAPIST, AND IS AMELIA'S MOST, BEST-EST FRIEND.  WRONG GRAMMAR BUT OH WELL :P

ALSO, AMELIA WILL BE PORTRAYED OF AN ACTRESS OF YOUR CHOICE. YOU'RE FREE THERE :)

TO DEBRIEF ON WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT, I'M PLANNING ON MAKING IT A LITTLE BIT MORE FLUFFIER... >:) FOR YOU GUYS.

AND HOW SHE'S HEALED TO BE A LITTLE BIT LESS PRECISE ON HOW IT HAPPENED. BUT GET READY.

OH YEAH! THANK YOU SO EFFING MUCH FOR 800 READS!

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~ACOUSTIC QUIVER