"How can we trust you?"

Out of all the reactions Steve had expected, this was not one of them. He knew that was probably going to be betrayal, confusion, but not lack of faith in who he was.

"How can we trust you?"Steve was still confused about what he was talking about.

"I don't understand what you are asking?"

"How do we know that you are actually Captain America? I mean you have been gone for what, 70 years. How we know that you are not pretending to be him to try and figure out our secrets?"

"Fury was there when he unfroze me?"

"How do we know that you are not a shape-shifter of some sort and destroyed the original body and used advanced tech to refreeze yourself to take his place?"

"How do you want me to prove myself?"

"Tell me something that only Cap will know?"

"And you how will you know that only I would know?"

"You and my father were best buds, back in the day. If he actually knew you, and you knew him, my father would have told you, he would have told me, well when he was drunk."

Steve thought for a few moments before he knew just what to say.

"If you are Howard's son, he would have told you what fonduing ment, right?"

Tony looked at Steve in the eyes and saw that his eyes were exactly how his father described them. They looked young, yet old. They did not fit the rest of his face. They seemed to be made out of ice, yet warmed the whole room. You could read him by just looking into them, but yet it seemed you would never know his entire story.

"I trust him." That was all that Tony said before he got up and left. 

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Tony stood on the lower decks trying to work through a headache that he had received during the meeting. It did not seem to be letting up anytime soon.

He was lost in thought about Steve Rogers being alive when he heard a loud commotion coming from above him. Tony heard creaking from above him and he looked up. The ceiling seemed to be bending under some sort of weight. A faint roar could also be heard from above him. Red lights started to flash throughout the hallway.

Tony pressed a button on his watch, and soon he heard metal clanking from down the hallway. His suit was coming to him on record time.

"Hello sir," JARVIS greeted him.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"It seems that the Hulk has broken loose and now is on a rampage. Loki has escaped and has jetsam Thor out of the carrier. One of the engines has stopped working and Mr. Rogers is currently trying to reach the engine but is being stopped, secret agents. Miss Romanov is currently being chased by the Hulk, and Hawkeye is trying to pick off all of the other agents from a high point. Mr. Fury is working on getting the engines to work. Hill is fighting the other agents and Mr. Coulson is currently confronting Loki. Mr. Coulson had just been shot."

"WHAT?!"

"I would recommend helping Mr. Rogers. He cannot start the engine again without a quick start. You could do so."

"Okay, just tell me where to go."

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Steve threw his shield again at the other agents and caught it again. He knew he did not have the time to fight all of them. They were going down if they did not have the engine back online quick. He also was still working through how he could give the engine a quick start. He could not, without being killed, which he was willing to have happen if an opportunity did not present itself soon.

Steve heard a noise from far away. He did not know what it was but it did sound a little bit familiar. A huge metal clang hit Steve's ears and he had to try hard not to wince at the loud sound that had reached his ears. He looked up to see Tony in his Iron Man suit.

"Hey, Tony! Could you start spinning the propellers! We can't start the engine witho-,"

"Without jump starting it! I know Cap! No need to get America in a twist!"

Tony flew down and started to fly around, pushing the propellers as he went.

Steve was waiting to see the propellers to gain enough momentum before he pulled the lever to start the engine when other agents came up from behind him.

Steve turned to fight them, and he knew that it would take a long time before he would finish his fight, time that he did not have.

He snuck a look at the propellers but saw that it was almost time to pull the lever. Steve knew he would have to do it soon. If he did not, Tony was sure to die.

"PULL THE LEVER NOW, CAP!"

Shit.

"I'm a little busy at the moment!"

"WELL GET UNBUSY!"

Steve sighed.

Fuck.

He jumped down the latter and raced along the metal platform to where the lever stood waiting.

Steve pulled the lever with all of his might and turned around, just in time to be shot with an impact gun. He went crashing through a wall into a room he had not yet seen.

He looked around the room and noticed a familiar hum to the room and a slight blue tinge to the room. He pulled open one of the many drawers. He looked inside and immediately stepped back.

They were weapons. Weapons he had seen before. In a war. In World War II. They were weapons HYDRA had used. What the Tesseract had created. S.H.E.I.L.D had found it, and now were weaponizing it.

His breath got caught in his throat. He stumbled even farther away. He had to get out of there right now. He turned on his heel and left the room.

He hesitated and turned back and grabbed one of the guns from out of the drawers.

He walked down the hallways, casually looking into rooms as he went. He never saw anything that caught his attention. Mostly dead agents, agents that had snuck aboard.

He heard a labored breath from one of the rooms up ahead and he ran to reach it. He opened up a door to look inside, and what he saw terrified him. It was Coulson bleeding out on the ground.

Steve rushed over to him and put pressure on where the blood was escaping his body.

"Hang on. We'll get you help. Don't fall asleep. Come on! FOCUS ON ME!"

Coulson looked at him with glazed over eyes.

"Itsss tooo laatee," he slurred

"NO! NO, IT IS NOT!"

"Steeeevvvve, you got to listenn to meee."

"What?"

"I knoowww thatttt you arrrree young. I knoowww thaatt you arrrree afraid of whaatt iss to commee. Don't be afraid. Youuu arrree strong. Yoouuuu are smarrt. Hold onto thaat."

He started to cough up blood at that moment in time. Steve watched in horror, knowing that he could do nothing.

"I am so sorry Coulson. I wish a could have been here to help you."

"You are here now."

They sat together until Coulson's eyes glazed over and his breathing slowed to a stop.

Steve closed his eyes and got up and went to the bridge. He had to tell the others what happened. And to ask them about the weapons.

Authors Note  

Sorry I have not updated in a long time. Also I'm sorry for the short chapter. Please comment below on if this story is any good or not. Also if I should continue or not. Please also watch the Spider-Man Far From Home trailer above. Thanks for the reads.