The immortal sat in her room. Perhaps this had all been a mistake. Tony reminded her too much of his father, and Rogers..........her damn perfume. She had been wearing the same thing for longer than she cared to remember, and never thought about wearing something else. It was true what she had told the captain, she had got it from a bizarre in Cairo; what she didn't say, was that she had taught the current owner of the stall's great, great, great grandfather, how to distil the perfume in the first place. That it was actually a recipe that had come from ancient Egypt, and she had been the only one left alive that knew how, and what, to make it from.

She should have expected him to remember it. He was the kind of young man that would notice things like that. That was one of the reasons he was chosen for the project, because he noticed more than most. She had worn it when she had watched Rogers at the camp; when she had been there, as he had become Captain America. When Erskine had been assassinated. She had worn it at many important times of her long life; but perhaps, while she was here, she should change it to something a little less.........individual.

But.........she had got herself into this, and despite still having her reservations, she was going to see this through. She had been quiet for far too long; lived without something to really challenger her, for too many years. So now.........now was perhaps the time to be challenged. To use all that she had learnt over her years and put it to good use again. And who better to do that with than the Avengers. Who better than the man that she had watched become something truly great. Who better than the son of the man that she had once loved.

Slowly, she got to her feet; when she had told Tony that she wanted to freshen up, she meant it. It had been a long day. And despite the fact that she only looked as though she were in her early thirties, sometimes she felt every last minute of her true age. But, she wasn't about to let it get her down; she had a dinner date tonight, a dinner date with a Stark. And she was not about to miss it.

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Steve quickly made his way to his room. He felt a little guilty for not having joined Bucky in the gym, but this new agent was still praying on his mind. And no matter how much sense Buck made; no matter what Fury had said, that feeling in the pit of his stomach just wouldn't go away. He knew that there was more to this le Fay woman, than what was in her file. More than met the eye; the captain reaching for an old box that was hidden under his bed, and a book that sat in his bookcase.

He didn't have many things from his past life; just a few objects and bits and pieces, but the most important things, were the few photos. The one of he and Bucky, he kept in a frame next to his bed. The one with Bucky in his uniform and he how he used to be before the serum; but others.........others he kept in the box, Steve slowly removing the lid and taking out the few precious snaps of a life that felt so long ago. He was looking for something in particular, though he didn't know whether it would be in his box, or the book that had been dedicated to his life, his time during the war and the Howling Commandos. But he knew that he had seen it, it might be some time ago, but he had seen it.

Carefully, he looked through the black and white snapshots. A picture of his mother. Of Peggy. Even a photo of him with Howard, yet not the picture he was seeking. Steve turning his attention to the book and flicking to the section about his time at Camp Lehigh. The breath catching in his throat, as he found it.

It was really an innocuous photo. The image, of himself and the other men that had come to try out for Project Rebirth. If he wasn't looking, he wouldn't see; but this time he was, his eyes scanning the background of the picture. The background where she always would watch from. The captain making his way over to his desk and pulling out a draw to retrieve a magnifying glass. Using it to pick up the finer details; the glass almost slipping from his hand, as he finally saw what he was looking for.

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Tony made his way into the storeroom where he kept all his dad's old things. He had seen agent le Fay's face somewhere before, he knew it, and it had been in his father's things; though, if he remembered rightly, she hadn't looked any different than she did now. The billionaire wondering whether she was like Rogers and Barnes, and the fact that he hadn't properly read through the file, meant that he had missed it. But he would get a chance to ask her later; the thought of dinner with her, putting quite the smile on his face.

Quickly, he began to search through the shelves. He knew that the picture that he was looking for, wasn't in any of the family albums. The albums in which he was a baby on a sheep skin rug, as naked as the day he was born, his little butt in the air for all to see. No, this album was one from before his father had met his mother. From the time of Rogers and Project Rebirth. Tony reaching for the old archive box, pulling it out and making his way to the lone chair in the room.

Carefully, Tony pulled off the lid and reached inside, the first thing that he picked out, a small black photo album. When he was younger, he could recall that he had asked his dad about just this thing. Howard snatching it from his hand and telling him that it was none of his business. Tony just presuming that it was full of pictures of his dad's old girlfriends; but later discovering that it really wasn't anything that interesting, that they were just photos from the late 30s and early 40s. But, he knew that that was where he had seen the photo of the beautiful new agent's doppelganger. The billionaire stopping flicking through the black and white snaps. His brows furrowing as he found it. He had never noticed how intimate the picture was before. (Y/n)'s identical twin, was next to his father, who was in the prime of his life. The pair holding hands as they sat at a table in some kind of restaurant. Both of them smiling broadly; Howard looking happier than Tony could ever remember seeing him. An obvious lipstick mark on his father's cheek.

Carefully, he peeled the picture from the book, before replacing the album; Tony ghosting his fingers over the images before pushing the photo into his pocket. Sure that he would show agent le Fay, when they sat down for dinner.