Becky couldn't believe it. They'd told her, but she'd not believed them. She'd thought it was some terrible joke. A horrible, painful joke. Ever since 1945, she'd walked around with a hole in her heart-- a Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes sized hole. It wasn't until Fury had come to visit that she had reluctantly left her office for the upper levels of the Shield compound.
Her heart stopped for a whole half a minute. On the screens before her was Steve. Steven Grant Rogers. Alive. He looked exactly how she remembered him-- well... how she remembered him right before he left for England to join her big brother.
Her hand came to rest on her chest. He was still asleep, but he'd wake up soon.
"We're planning to send someone in. We thought that someone might be you." Fury looked at her.
"We think he'll be more receptive to a familiar face." Hill smiled at her.
It made sense to her.
"We brought you some clothes."
She looked at them and laughed. "Those look nothing like what I would wear back then. He'll know something is wrong if I show up like that." Becky shook her head. "I have a trunk of my old things back at my apartment. Let me go change and I'll be back."
When she returned her hair was curled, makeup done like she used to wear, tights on with the lines up the back of her legs, and her favorite yellow dress. Becky looked as if she just stepped out of a 1950's movie.
"Wow..." Hill raised her brows.
Becky didn't wear many dresses these days.
"What's his status?"
"Awake. You got here just in time." Fury handed her an earpiece. "You're on."
Becky took a breath to calm her nerves before she walked through the door of the set Shield had created for him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Steve..." Becky smiled softly. "Welcome back."
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