Damn it! I know I should watch my language, but it's taken me far too long to locate Steve Rogers. I get that I'm now at a point where I am stalking him, but I just need to know more. I get saying that it's fate is corny, but it's fate. That's when my computer dings and a red dot pops up on my screen. Well, I've never been to the Smithsonian before.

          I once again hail a cab and I tell him to step on it. Before the cab even comes to a full stop, I already pay and bolt into the museum. I quickly buy a pass and glance down at my phone. He should be right in front of me! That's when it hits me, or he hits me. I stumble back a little, until I feel an arm supporting me. I look upwards to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at me. I nearly let my jaw drop. I just bumped into the guy I'm following. That's when I see my phone on the floor. I quickly depart from his arms, grab my phone and head off in the other direction. I hear a small call from him, but keep walking until I turn a corner.

          You got to be kidding me! If this doesn't feel like a scene from a romance movie then I don't know how else to connect it to something extremely cliché. I tuck my hair behind my ears and peek around the corner. He's just leaving and walking towards, the Captain America exhibit. Why would I think that this guy doesn't have an ego? I start to follow him, however I give a wide birth. Captain Rogers snakes around people, avoiding those that are obviously enjoying the exhibit. I soon forget that Rogers is there and begin reading the articles along the wall. I read all his stories of heroism and bravery, I read about how many men he has saved. That's when I realize, that's he is a true hero.

I turn my head to look for him, but I see him staring at me through a glass pane. But he's not looking at me, he's looking at the picture on the glass.

          Being extremely reckless, I walk around the glass pane and nearly stand next to him. Not being an idiot, like I am being at this moment, he cocks his head towards me and his eyes go wide. I then step off my magical little cloud and realize how stupid I'm being and quickly turn away and walk to the exit. His hand however, is too quick and he's latched onto my arm.

"Why are you following me?" he asks hushed.

I stare blankly at him and respond, my accent thick and filled with unintentional distain, "None of your business." I whisper harshly and pull away from his grasp to make a B-line for the exit.

          Why on God's green Earth would you do that! I scold myself as I walk out of the museum. Why am I following him? I can just read about him here, about how many lives he saved and how many HYDRA bases he took down. But that's history. He's not the person he was 75 years ago. I just want to know more about who he is. For my stepfather's sake. I lecture myself as I flag down a cab and it begins to drive me to my favourite coffee shop in town. I think best when I'm there.

          It takes about an hour, with all the traffic. So once I'm about two blocks away, I pay and start walking. I look around me and notice the abundance of cop cars in the area. They're not here for me, I try to convince myself. There is probably some - I don't know...donut convention around here. I keep walking straight and see the cars begin to separate and go down different streets, I'm safe.

          I walk up to the coffee shop on the corner and spot a black SUV with a cop car next to it. Then I spot another police car racing down from the other end of the street, headed straight for the SUV. I run up the street and start waving at the guy and pointing to the car. He notices but doesn't realize what I'm pointing at until there's an impact. After he's hit, two other cars appear and they all box him in. I don't run when I see a SWAT car pull up, armed men step out and start shooting. I just duck into an alley where I still have a line of sight. These are not cops, I think to myself, cops don't do things like this.

          I glance around the corner as the fake SWAT step out with some sort a battering ram. If they're not the cops then the man in the car must be a target. What did he look like? Dark skin, bald, eyepatch. That's when my phone buzzes. The algorithm I set up earlier is actually working, it broke the fire wall, SHIELD's firewall. I get the level 1 files first, but then I start getting personnel files. I type in dark skin, eyepatch, bald to see if I get a hit, Nicholas J Fury, Director. Associates: Captain America and Black Widow.

          I look down at my hands and they're shaking. My eyes are then turned to the fire fight as the SUV pulls out. I ball my hands into fists, as I feel more urges pop into my head. 1 2 3 breathe. But I don't breathe, I run to the end of the alley and fly.

          Gold rays rush from the bottoms of my palms as I ascend above the rooftops and gracefully land on the nearest roof. I break out in a dead run, following the car chase as I run as fast as I can. Soon enough I know I'm loosing them so I put my hand out to create a golden hover board above the ground which I hop on as I pass and it propels me towards the cars. As I look over the side of the roofs, I see the fake cops shooting up a bus station. Why do I need to help! For a moment my brain takes control over my body again, but that little voice has a hold again and I push forward.

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