(A/N: I present to you a picture of a kitty.)

Thump thump, thump thump...

It's that sound again. It's relaxing. Again.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump...

Wait--

My eyes fluttered open, having this feeling that I am in an incredibly comfortable position.

With just my eyes, I scan the room with cream-colored walls, an unlit lamp on a nightstand, a book laying on that nightstand, and I realize that I am lying on someone's chest.

Steve's arms are wrapped around me, our chests touching. Literally, half of my body lays on his broad chest. My head rests under his chin, my hand clutches on his sweater. Our legs intertwined beneath the white, comfortable sheets, I snuggle further more onto him like he is my teddy bear. I miss this.

It's a feeling that I miss throughout these years since 'James'. The fact that 'James' is his name is both correct and not really.

I raise my head, releasing from the grasp of his chin, and leaned over to plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose. Smiling to myself, his eyebrows twitch and his nose slightly flare at the alarm. Ocean blues flutter slowly, then they met my hazel ones. "Good morning..." Steve murmurs in his husky tone, returning the kiss, this time on my lips.

Our lips parted, I rest my head on my flat palm avoiding his chest, and flip my hair into one side. "Mornin', Captain." I greet him back, Steve responding by letting out a small, husky and tired chuckle. His eyes close back again, "not yet. I want to go back to dreamland..."

I pout, "wonder what you've been dreaming about, Steve. Is it America celebrating Fourth of July with your face in like every firework?" I mock, him smirking still with eyes shut.

"Very funny." He sighs, "but I've been dreaming us still dancing."

I smile at a thought, resting my head back on his chest. "Oh yeah? Are there any other songs we danced to in dreamland?"

"I could've sworn I heard Elvis..."

I giggle, "I didn't know you listen to the Elvis Presley."

Then he sang a line from one of his songs beautifully, "but I can't help, falling in love with you..." And that just made my morning, ladies and gents.

"And I didn't know--"

"Yeah, yeah, even from our ice cream parlor date, you still don't know lots of things about me."

"You too, you know." I remark grinning, realizing the irony. Then I add, "like the fact that I can't find my phone." Legit, my phone's like slipped out of my butt pocket somehow...

"Sheesh, you kids these days can't survive without a phone."

"But you've forgotten, I ain't a kid." I retort back as I glance up.

"Says the person who threw snowballs like a five-year-old in an elevator." I mockingly gasp as he opens one eye, facing down at me with a smirk.

"We can go all morning, Rogers!"

"I'd rather go all day."

"Dang, has Tony gotten influenced you during the whole mission?" I comment, him sarcastically laughing in response, "ha ha, not one bit."

"But seriously though," I release myself from the grasp of his arms, flinging my whole body into sitting upright. "I can't find my phone..."

He grunts, "fine. Let's look for your phone." Smiling, we both hopped out of bed and started searching underneath the sheets.

Steve found them underneath from one of the pillows. "Found it!"

He handed the iPhone to me, I immediately walk away to spend my business on it. So I opened it.

To my surprise, Abbey was dead worried last night. Great... Hell fire's are about to rain upon us.

Twenty miss calls, and almost more than thirty messages. Oh yeah, there's hellfire.

I opened the messages, revealing dead worried ones:

Hey when r u coming home??

Is Low keys ass sent back to Asgard yet?
*Loki
Stupid auto correct smh

I brought back ice cream

R u bringing lonely Steve home? We need to celebrate

AMELIA
AMELIA
AMELIA

AMY
AMY

And that went on for like ten times.

Where the hell are u?! U need to fuckin get home and get some rest, Jesus!

U were just from a coma for god sakes!! Get ur ass back home sista rite nowwwwww

Amelia Elnora Vale there's effing ice cream and strawberry milkshake whoopers and dum dum suckers!! Even paperwork!!

And messages like those went on and on... "Abbey?" Steve asks from behind.

Nervously chuckling, I confirm. He laughs in return, "okay."

Then out of the blue, he picked me up from my legs and swung me on his shoulder. So practically, I am dangling. Squealing in reaction, I laughed. "Steve Rogers!!" With my phone in my hand, Steve started walking around his apartment.

I slide the screen, finally returning a call for Abbey. As it ringed, Steve kept laughing and swung me around with my legs, not like violently, but like behind you know? Squealing accordingly to the fact that this is kinda fun, Abbey finally picked up. "Abbey--No no no don't drop me!!" Ah, a nice morning greeting.

Steve laughed, "you are incredibly light!" He stopped swaying and headed to grab cereal. I like cereal, especially Frosted Flakes or Lucky Charms. And he has Lucky Charms!!

"I know..." then Abbey yelled in my ear from the other line. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

I giggled, "New York. Again."

But I can tell she doesn't seem impressed with me not suddenly returning to our penthouses. "Amelia, you know how I was dead worried?! Sure, you were in a coma, and- and other crucial things like five days ago but get your ass home now! I even contacted Fury just to know your sudden whereabouts! You need to rest! I swear to god, if I can find you--"

"Aye, calm down!! I'm with a friend!" Then another phone rang, a telephone in Steve apartment. Steve put me, he furrowed his eyebrows as he picked up the telephone. I decided to sit on top of one of his kitchen countertops.

Steve picked up the phone, "Director Fury!" He reacts, unexpected. Nick?!

Abbey panicked on the other line, my line. "I don't care-- wait. Are you with Tony Stark or someone 'cause sure as hell he lives in New York--"

"No, Steve. Steve Rogers."

Silence occurred for a few seconds.

~Steve's POV (His conversation on the legit telephone)~

"Director Fury!!" I exclaim in surprise, I mean, I thought there won't be another one or else--

"Captain Rogers, is Amelia with you?" I gulp, because he asked the question with a hint of anger and a pint of annoyance.

"Good. 'Cause you know what?"

"Wha-what is it, director?" I stammered, shoving my hands in my pajama pockets.

"'Cause apparently, a friend of hers kept pestering me about where Amelia Vale has gone off too!" He scolded on the other side of the line, "Dr. Myers yelled in my ear the past few minutes!"

Great. Rubbing my eyes, I begin explaining. "Look, first, I am so sorry. And second, long story short, we went out for ice cream and it started raining, but Amelia decided to stay at my place until the rain stops."

He sighs. "Ice cream?" Fury asks bluntly.

I paused for a moment. "Yes sir. Ice cream."

He sighs tiredly, "well, she does love ice cream."

"As I heard," I smile to myself as I looked over to the kitchen, where Amelia sat atop a kitchen counter with a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal in her hands. A grocery cashier recommended it and so far, I have no regrets.

"But you better bring her home or else Dr. Myers may explode, Captain."

I sigh, "yeah. She's calling her this minute now."

"Good." Then I realize Amelia lives down south in Virginia, close to the Washington DC area. "Wait--"

"Oh yeah. You should be aware that she can teleport, if that can solve your problem." How did he--?

"Oh. Oh." I stammered as I face palm myself, "well, thank you, sir."

"No problem." Then he hung up. But still, how'd he read my mind?

I slowly shook my head at the thought and returned the telephone back to its casing. Walking back to the kitchen to also grab a bowl of cereal, Amelia seems to finally have ended her call with Dr. Myers.

Amelia, still sitting atop the kitchen counter, started sipping the rest of her milk from the bowl, sneaking a flirty glance at me. Her messy hair flipped to one side, my large button-up shirt she is wearing all wrinkly and the sleeves are too long for her... All of her made all of me swoon.

Leaning on the kitchen counter adjacent from Amelia's, I picked up my bowl of Lucky Charms as we start eating in a comfortable silence. Amelia smirked with as soon as she finished her bowl, a white line tracing her upper lip.

I almost guffawed, almost spewing the cereal from my mouth. She licks the milk stain off, but I still couldn't help but laugh. She gave me a dumbfounded look, "what?"

Shaking my head, still laughing, I walk over to her. She seemed confused as I pull her chin up to face me. "You look beautiful."

Grinning, she leaned in and her breath hitched as our noses touch. "Thank you, Captain." Then she pressed her lips unto mine.

The sweet kiss just lasted for a few seconds, then she hopped out of the kitchen counter.

~Amelia's POV~

I need to get home or else Abbey will explode. So I started looking for the will. My mother's will.

Okay honestly, I almost forgot about its presence in my butt pocket. I got scared that a single rain drop fell on it, or even the fact it slipped from the elevator or even while we danced.

"Steve?" I called out from his room, him immediately responding to my 'cry of help'. "Yes, Amy?"

I gave him a look at his direction. He did not just call me that. "Oh c'mon, not you too."

He grinned as he walks over to me, I realized he's hiding something behind his back. "Why not? Amy's not bad."

I roll my eyes, "anyways, have you seen an envelope? Obviously labeled with my name?"

Then he revealed from what he's been hiding behind his back, grinning cheekily at the same time. "This?"

A wave of relief crashed into my shores. Walking over to him, he hands the will. "While we danced, you dropped something from your pocket. So I just placed it on top of one of my bookshelves."

Accepting the will from his hands, "thank you so much. I almost forgot about it."

He shrugged, "I guess it's alright to forget about an important letter for a few dances."

Looking down with a small smile on my face, I stare down at the envelope, surprisingly never really affected by any form of water at all. "Thank you, again. And seriously," I face up at him, "you're not bad with the dancing."

"I've practiced some. I also don't mind to have my first dance with you." Cheese.

A light pink tint flushed my cheeks at his thought, although it made me a little guilty and sad to steal from the girl who should've deserved it. So, my expression dropped.

His has dropped to, "what's the matter?" He asks softly.

I shook my head, "nothing. It's just--" I took a deep breath? "I feel like I stole the dance from, Peggy." I almost choked on her name. Looking away, I frowned.

"I feel the same." I rose an eyebrow in confusion as his statement. He adds, "I also felt like I stole a dance from James."

Smiling sympathetically at the mention of his name, I walk up to the frowning super soldier. Cupping his cheek, I motion it to face me. "Hey. Just think, we stole each others' dances."

His small smile returned, "why not."

My arms wrapped around his neck as I stood on my tippy toes, bringing him into my tight embrace. He returned his arms, as I lean into enjoying the comfortable and calming position. Up to the point where I'm afraid to let go of the sad meatball. Yes, I just called Captain America a freaking meatball.

Then I heard those words murmured in my ear, like angels have sung a beautiful message into. "I love you, you know that right?"

My eyes widen as I my chin no longer cling to his shoulders, bewildered. He continues, "I remember being dead worried every time you vanish, and especially when alien electric energy raced through the course of your body and brass and copper castings swam through your veins. Then you slipped into a coma." I lightly chuckle.

I smiled at his thought. He finally adds, "I was afraid to lose you. For how many times I almost did."

Biting my lower lip, I pressed my lips filled with passion to his. It deepened, but we had to let go because of this thing called oxygen. "I love you too," I whisper as I rest my forehead on the crook of his neck. "'Cause you stood with me, Steve."

Looking up at him smiling, with my arms still wrapped around him and his around me, he replies, "I'm glad I did."

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Reappearing back in my penthouse, I frowned because of the fact I finally left New York, and now back in Virginia.

With my phone, my old top I wore yesterday, and my mother's will in my hand, I remove my shoes and lay it on a counter as I made my way into the kitchen.

Combing my still tangly hair with my fingers, I scanned the opened fridge in need of a drink. Rule: No alcohol in the mornings and afternoons. But guess what, too bad cause we ran out of milk and juice so I had no choice but to drink water. I'm not saying like its a bad thing, but I could use some hydration.

Then, I feel something walking like right behind me. Like someone's presence filled the atmosphere of my kitchen. Process of elimination, Abbey's at her boyfriend's place today, so I bet my life that I really am home alone. Or nah.

Slowly closing the refrigerator door, I place my glass of water on top of a counter beside the fridge. And I warily grabbed a knife.

With the speed I could muster, I twirl around as I am about to throw the dagger to the something behind me. But I didn't. Because behold the sight of a little kitten casually sitting on top of the kitchen counter, staring at me with its bulging, blue eyes.

My breath hitched at the kitten, then I shrieked when it meows right in front of me. First things first, surprisingly, I am allergic to cats in any shape or form.

My heart beats as much faster rate as it kept staring at me, I stood right in front of it speechless.

Without any further a do, I grabbed my phone and called Abbey as I raced up the stairs. Why the hell would she bring a kitty home when she fucking knows I have fucking allergies?!

With the phone in my hand, I stayed away from the kitchen as much as possible to get away from the vernon as much as possible.

Abbey finally picked up, I immediately yelled at her on the other line. "Myers, why is there a fucking kitten in the penthouse?!" She laughed in response. She laughed in a fit of giggles. "What the hell?! You know me for like years and you can just explain to me that the fact that I am allergic to cats slipped your effing mind?!"

Then the kitten strides into the living room, where I currently am. I shriek at its presence once again, I jumped on the couch. Abbey could not stop laughing, "stop laughing!!"

"What? I know you were allergic to cats. But you haven't had any reaction yet, can you notice?"

I just wanna slap her at the moment and teleport to Scott's place to, but she made a point. Why am I not having a reaction? I gave the kitten a puzzled from below the couch, as it meowed once again. Gotta admit, it's fluffy and cute... "What the fuck did you do to this cat?" I asked her in a quiet and cowering tone.

She laughed again. "First, I'm already in the building, on the elevator, second it is a he, and third, the breed is hypoallergenic. Siberian." Oh.

Leaping off the couch, I slowly pet the kitten's soft brown fur. Weird.

Finally, the elevator doors swing open, as Abbey enter the penthouse. As my eyes landed on her, I immediately left the kitty alone and bring my best friend in an embrace.

Our tight embrace got her saying, "good thing you are safe." When we let go, she displays an evil smile. "I'm so going to kill Rogers."

My eyes widen her comment as I turn to the kitten who couldn't stop staring at me with those familiar blue eyes. I smile and Abbey notices. "Yeah. I got you the kitten for a 'welcome back' and 'great job for saving the earth' gift."

Laughing, the kitten purrs as it starts roaming the couch, snuggling against a pillow. My heart melted at the sight. Abbey continues, "and it looks like you are getting attached."

Then I turn to her, "how am I not suddenly reacting at the cat?"

She sighs in irritation, "okay first, it bothers me when people call it a cat when it's a kitten, a baby cat." I roll my eyes at her unnecessary clarification, but she laughs as she continues, "and second, you are primarily allergic to the allergen known as Fel d 1. A protein found in cat saliva and sebaceous glands. Since I mention that his breed is known as the Siberian cat, he has low levels of Fel d 1." I listened intently as I watched the kitten start playing with the pillows. She smiled smugly, "you better be convinced. I did research."

Warily approaching the kitten on the couch, he stared back at me with its beautiful blue eyes. Which reminds me so much of Steve's.

I scoop the kitten in my arms, and surprisingly, I didn't react violently or furiously even with physical contact. Smiling with glee, I held the kitten closer and faced Abbey. "I now consider myself a cat person."

She giggled, as her dog, Sugar, (A/N: Its like in the very beginning chapters was this dog mentioned...) barked as she climbed down the stairs. Suddenly aware that there's a new addition to the small family in our Virginian penthouse. Abbey seemed unfazed at Sugar's reaction to the kitty. "Yeah, she got used to him last night." She picked up her dog, whose tail's been wagging furiously in excitement. "So, what are you going to--"

"Name him?" I finish for her as look back down at the kitty. I thought about for a moment, until I realized, "I don't know what to name him."

Abbey sighs, "okay. Good. 'Cause I'm too tired to even know... Ha." She yawned as she placed back down her dog, already on her way to the stairs, to her room. "I was dead worried so I hung out at Scott's place for the night," she lightly laughs. "I guess we had our own date nights." Good thing someone loves her.

I grinned, until she reminded me one last reminder. "Oh yeah, your luggage from the mission are in your room, hun. And some more paperwork regarding Lizzie were dropped off today, which are also in your room." She yawns again, turning to face me from the top of the flight of stairs, "I seriously need more sleep. Good morning-ish night."

Laughing at her final comment, I shook my head as she exhaustively heads to her room, thanking her lastly. The blue-eyed kitten couldn't stop staring up at me. I look down at the precious being, "you know, for a cat, you do remind me of someone."

He meows in response. I scoff, "oh, I forgot. For a kitten, you do remind me of someone."

Then I headed back to the kitchen with the kitten in my arms, where my mother's will is recently laying on top of one of the kitchen's counter tops.

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The kitten followed me up to my room, where my luggage from the Battle of New York mission, yes I am calling it that, and a trunk from the looks of it rests on my bedroom floor.

Fuck. Hell no am I unpacking, or even checking out on what's inside of the trunk. I'm taking a nap.

And so I did. And so did the kitten, who slept on the foot of my bed.

~Four hours later~

I can't sleep.

I feel like heavy procrastination when it's really the fact that I feel scared, yet lazy.

The kitty's soundly asleep, while I stare up at my ceiling. Glancing to the side of my bed, my mother's once-properties lay on the floor. I frown at the sight, then finally made my mind to get up from the comfortable furniture known as the bed.

Hesitant, because of well, laziness, and most importantly, I was scared. Scared of what my mother had decided to leave up to the rest of my life to treasure. Sure, she left me others such as the ring and the spell-voodoo- magic-sorcery book, but there are always things that I had no idea about.

Such as, the fact that mom left me an old, antique trunk. It was familiar, yet it doesn't give me the chance to ring any bells.

But the will she bequeathed, I am more reluctant on what to find written, or typed, on the dated stationary. The will currently lays on top of the desk in my room, where work and preferably other miscellaneous hobbies occur. I guess its not the time. After all, time may be our enemy or ally, but all that I am certain off is that is never runs out. And witnessing experiences where time doesn't suddenly fade away or vanish is absolutely staggering.

Without any further a do, I unlock the trunk's latch whilst I kneel right in front of it.

Old, musky odor blew like a rapid flush of wind against my face, with dust accompanying it.  I coughed and wafted the dust and odor away from my face.  I then stare back at the trunk, and my eyes instantly widened at the sight of the one of the most precious things my eyes missed landing on.

Weapons.  Not the classic pistol, nor the sleek dagger.  But specifically katanas.  Special ones.

~Flashback~

I stare back at the matte, black and very, very beautiful duel katana before me.  My eyes glimmered at the two beauties, my mother whose holding them before me, presented them with smirks of pride.  For a fifteen-year-old, having the opportunity to even glance at the sight is incredible and rare.  "Meet the Echard katanas, preserved through all the generations."

My mouth just gaped like I am an idiot, my back slouched with arms dangling at the sides.  With eyes widened at the size of, I don't even know, but what I know is that they were large and definitely round.  No words tried escaping my mouth, as it was busy catching flies.  My mother lightly chuckled at my speechless reaction, proceeding with her introduction.   "Amelia, legend says about these beauties is that if these katanas weren't held by people with family blood, the handling of the blade will burn their hand at touch.  And why is that?"

I slowly shrugged, cocking an eyebrow with no words of a prediction.  She outstretched her arms, handing me them.  I'm reluctant, but my fingers slowly trailed against the beautifully carved handle, through the matte black blade.  Mom continues, "it turns out, the late Echard ancestors all the way up to the Scottish and Scandinavian highlands acquired these weapons through magic.  As these blades were laced with uru."

Sending her a puzzled look in her direction, I held the katanas in each hand.  "What's uru?"  I asked, still with that eyebrow raised.

"Simple.  An incredibly difficult metal to forge, magic cast by our ancestors to give it a limitation and extraordinary power." 

I start laughing, "magic?"

She frowns, raising her hands in her defense, "I'm serious.  You are holding a very treasured possession of the entire Echard family."

I scoffed.  "You are kidding.  We need to remain logical.  There's no such thing as magic."  I remained to the fact that our ancestors were too high and probably gambled for these katanas.  But you've gotta admit, they are beautiful.

Now she laughed, "there is a metal such called as uru, and there is such a thing called magic."  Mother shook one of the katanas from my hands, and all of the sudden, the blade lit up in flames.  I returned back to the state where, practically nothing is said and I was just served. 

"Who's laughing now?"  She cackles as I stare stupidly.  Dumbfounded.

"What the he--"

"Language.  Anyway, these--"  She starts performing simple moves with the katana lit up in flames, as it twirls in her hands.  "These can be wielded with fire.  And fire only."

With the other katana in my hand, I then try it myself.  The blade lit up in flames, my eyes glimmered at the sight.  "Oh my."  I mumble as the flames' heat radiates unto my skin, not really affecting at all.

My mother smirked.  "Uru's quite a special metal way back.  Incredibly rare.  Uru gave these babies the ability to conduct or wield our elemental abilities.  The magic?  Well, that's up to Aunt Viv to answer for ya."  I sent her an unfazed look, Aunt Viviann is my mother's twin sister, who is currently living all the way to the Scottish highlands, where the Echard roots sprouted, "and lemme guess, you'll--"

"Teach you magic?  Sometime, but using these?  Oh yes."  She replies with a smirk, as we at the same time extinguished the flames from the blade.  "Never trust anyone to handle them, or their consequence include a third-degree burn on their hands."

I giggle, "that bad, huh?"

She hands me the other katana, having both in my hands.  I twirled them like longer and larger daggers, as she agrees. "That bad."

~End of Flashback~

I smile to myself as I held the katanas on my hands, my mind returning to the memory when I learned about these beauties.  Heck, I even remembered naming one of them Elsa and Zuko.  I remembered adoring Avatar: The Last Airbender cartoons back then.  And I was only like, fifteen or sixteen?  Not sure.  And the Elsa part?  I don't know, the name just seemed, eh.

My mind returned to numerous memories when my mother trained me to use these beauties.

And other memories popped back up.  I miss my mom.

I'll always miss her. 

She was the best.  Unforgettable.  Strong.  Courageous.  Graceful.  Beautiful.  Intelligent.  One of the greatest in SHIELD's history.  I chuckle at that thought.

"Meow?"  I whipped my head to the direction of the kitty on my bed, stretching and purring from waking up from its slumber.

Putting the katanas back on the trunk,  I walk up to the kitten.  Its eyes stared back at me.  Again, they were really good eyes for a cat.  Abbey really did good on choosing one.

Then an idea lit up in my head.  "I think I'm naming you, something to do with blue."

"Meow?"

"Yeah, blue.  Like Steve's.  You'll get to know him."  I smile once I mentioned his name.  "He's an adorable puppy, like you.  Except you're like a kitten."

"Meow?"  Wow, talking to a kitten is quite enjoyable.

"Yeah, he's like a puppy all right.  A really masculine, hot, amazing, American puppy."

"Meow?  Meow..." 

"No, I'm serious.  We could take about him being a puppy all day."  He just stared back, no response this time.  I chuckled, "oh gosh, you are so cute."

"Meow?"

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MEOW? 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING YA'LL!

TO CUT TO THE CHASE, I'M SO THANKFUL MARVEL FINALLY RELEASED THE CIVIL WAR TRAILER.  STUCKY GAME'S STRONG, BUD.

~ACOUSTIC QUIVER c;