Steve's P.O.V. - 3rd March, 2012

I sat on the sofa reviewing the reports of my old team then I got to Peggy's page. I stare at her photo and make no move to flip to the next page. I couldn't help but stroke her face.

Peggy. How is she? It's been almost 70 years, how will she react to me? As much as I wanted to see her, I just couldn't muster up the courage. I place the papers down onto the table and cover my face with my hands. Vaguely, I could hear the people and vehicles down below, it was the same yet so different from home.

I peer towards the window, the afternoon light flooding into my living room. It's quite a beautiful day out today, I shouldn't be wasting it by sulking away in my apartment. Beside, going out would give me a better understanding of the 21st century.

I grab my keys and walk out the apartment, heading to the wherever my feet take me. I stroll through the busy street, watching everything through old eyes. My eyes flicker to the large screens on the buildings that fade to another brand, the streets were coloured with blaring cars whizzing by at light speed and the people shoved on by talking loudly with their friends or into small device which was now a portable phone.

The shops were even worst, almost every single store had mini TV screens that you had to touch to get what you needed. I was completely lost so I just left it. I went out to understand this century better, but I was just left with more confusion. There was no point of me staying so I turn around and decided to head back to the apartment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a small café just around the corner. Comparing it to the rest of the stores, it was different. It was smaller than the others in the vicinity and the style was kinda old, not like the modern day look.

I headed in, figuring it would be nice to get away from all the technology. I push open the door and a bell tinkled softly.

"Welcome to the Blue Horse, may I take-oh, Mister America," a familiar voice gasped so I look to see it was the girl from 3 months ago.

"Actually, it's Captain," I correct, a little stunned since I never expected to see her again.

"Sorry, Captain," she giggles, sweetly, "it's been a while, hasn't it?" She greets, kindly.

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" I ask without thinking.

She looks startled before gesturing to her uniform, "I work here. I have to make ends meet after all."

"Right," I say, embarrassed. It was obvious.

"Why don't you sit here and just call me when you want to order?" She requests so I do as she says. When I sat at the table, I take the menu from the silver rack in the centre of the table, but like everything else, it left me baffled. 'What the heck is a frappuccino?' This all too complicated.

I guess I was taking too long or the waitress could see I was struggling because she spoke up again, "Should I get you a coffee and a piece of vanilla cake?" She suggests, the offer was simple so I accepted. 

"Thank you," she nods and heads to behind the counter. I opted to examine the café, the floors and walls were wooden, it was quiet with very few tables filled, I noticed a small silver trophy on the counter beside the register. It was so peaceful I couldn't help but love it.

"Here you go," she places my order on the table before making move to leave, I grab her wrist to stop without really thinking.

"Wait! I never got your name," I point out.

"Kana Kaneki," she introduces.

"Steve Rogers," I give her my hand which she takes, "it's nice to meet you in a normal setting."

"Likewise," she replies before asking, "do you live in this area, Mr Rogers? I haven't seen you in here before."

"Please, just call me Steve. I feel like an old man if you call me Mr Rogers," I notify.

"Eh? Aren't you already in your 90's?" She asks, teasingly, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Still, nobody likes to be called old," I clarify, having just as much fun.

"True," Kana relents, "but you didn't answer my earlier question. Do you live close by?"

"Not really. This is the first time I've been in here, but it's definitely won't be my last visit," I tell Kana, before admitting, "it's nice to get a break away from technology."

"Yeah, everything's so complicated that I just want to tear my hair out," Kana groans which baffles me.

"I thought kids like you love technology?" I question in confusion.

"Not me, I prefer reading and learning than taking selfies and finding out what Kim Kardashian is wearing for the day," she explains.

"That's rare," I note.

She looks stunned at my words, "Really? A lot of people call me weird."

"People say a lot of things, but that's only because they want to put you down to make themselves feel better," I advise, reminiscing how bullies insulted my physique when I was a child, they always got irritated when I wouldn't take their insults and kept fighting back. "You keep pushing, they're gotta give up eventually," I quote.

"You're so wise," she states, softly before throwing me a cheeky grin, "but I guess that comes with old age."

I sigh in exasperation as she bursts out laughing. "You're never gonna let that go, are you?" I question even though I knew the answer.

"Well, if I keep mentioning it then you're gonna give up on attempting me stop," she reiterates her own version.

"Don't use my words against me," I chastised. I was about to say something else when the bell on the door chimes.

"Oh, excuse me, Steve. I need to help Rhonda," Kana apologises as she gets up to help the elderly woman get to the table.

"Such a dear, Kana," the woman coos as she was truly grateful for Kana's help. I smile when I see how Kana actually enjoyed helping the woman.

"Hey blondie," a voice calls me so I turn to see an elderly man with a grey jacket. "Don't be a wimp, get her number. Good luck, sonny," the man throws me a thumbs up as he chuckles and leaves the store. What was that about? She can't be older than 16!

"What's wrong?" Kana asks me, curiously.

"Nothing, just something that man said before he left," I inform.

"What did Mr Lee say?" Kana inquires and at my inquisitive gaze, she explains further, "he comes here every now and then and usually says something weird stuff. When I first started working here, he said, 'everyone loves your black hair, but don't worry, they'll love you even when it's white.' I guess he was talking about when I'm old. You'll probably see him again, he's everywhere."

'Everywhere' seems a bit dramatic.

"Anyway, I'd love to continue talking, but my shift is nearly over and I have somewhere to be," Kana apologised, regretful.

"No, it's fine. I took up most of your time anyway. How much?" I question, getting out my wallet.

"On the house," she replies, winking, "you were quite good company, I hope you'll come again," she requests, eyes shining with hope.

"And miss out on this delicious coffee? Without a doubt, I'll be back," I assure assured she perks up.

"Until next time," she waves goodbye as she head to the employees back door. I exit the café and head back to the apartment, feeling much better than I did in the morning.

3rd Person's P.O.V. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. Base

Fury was stuck at his desk as he reviews so reports about potential threats, but was interrupted by Coulson.

"Sir, I have just received word that Kaneki has, once again, been in contact with Captain America," Coulson reports.

"Where are Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton?" Fury inquires, knowing those two were assigned to watch over her.

"They went to pick her up for training," Coulson answers before explaining the situation, focusing on the matter at hand, "should I tell them to keep Kaneki away from him for now?"

Fury mulled over this option before declining, "No, this might be a good way for him to get settled in the modern era," Fury decides before warning, "but ensure that he doesn't find out that she is with S.H.I.E.L.D. The last thing I need is him lecturing me."

"Of course, sir," Coulson assures before leaving. He notes that it's been a while since he saw her so it wouldn't hurt to drop in while she was training. It wasn't because he wanted to know what Captain America spoke about, he was simply checking up on Kana. Yeah.

Yay, new chapter! Steve and Kana have met up once again, their relationship was a bit rushed in the original so here they are going to know and learn about each other a bit more so their feelings actually develop in a proper manner.

Question: What kind of animal do you think matches Kana? (It's important for later)

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