I followed Captain Rogers, who led me into a rather large bedroom. It was more modern, with gray walls, a bed with a navy blue comforter, a nightstand on each side of the bed with lamps. There was a large window that looked over all of New York City, and then a closet and bathroom, of course. Definitely a step up from motels and one-bedroom apartments.

"Well, this is where you'll be staying, if that's okay." Rogers stood by the doorway as I stepped forward into the room.

          "Yeah, it's fine." I awkwardly stood in the middle of the bedroom, fidgeting with my hands a bit.

          "We're gonna have to evaluate you tomorrow. I'll be outside if you need anything." Rogers assured before grabbing onto the door handle. "Good night, Sarah." He gave me a very distinct smile.

          "Good night, Captain." I gave Rogers a gentle nod, before he returned one back and stepped out to shut the door.

          I let out a deep sigh as I took a look around the bedroom. I didn't know where this was going, these people were complete strangers to me, even Captain Rogers. All of this seemed like a pipe dream, I still couldn't see Rogers and myself having some kind of father-daughter relationship.

          I walked towards the large window and looked over the lit up city. I've been sent on missions around the word, but this was my first time back in New York since 1954, since the last time I was with Mum.

          It's delusional, Sarah. All of it... is delusional.

TWELVE HOURS LATER

          Four of us were in the lab, I sat on a stool with my arms resting on a metal table, wearing a simple grey hoodie and leggings. Dr. Banner stood in front of his computer screen as Mr. Stark leaned against the table I sat at, while Rogers watched from across the room with his arms crossed. The lab had some of the most advanced technology I've seen, I even learned of Mr. Stark's A.I., who just so happened to be named after Mr. Jarvis.

"Okay so, what we already know is that you're genetically enhanced, obviously." Stark gave a glance to Rogers, who returned a slightly annoyed look. "What is the source of your powers?"

          "I don't know. All I know is that my resurrection caused it." I answered as Banner began typing on his keyboard.

          "And do you know what exactly are your powers? From what Natasha has told us it seems like vibration manipulation." Banner commented, looking up from his computer screen.

          "Not just vibrations. Strucker told me it was sonokinesis." I explained.

          "Sound waves." Banner added. "Anything else?" I drew in a breath and looked to the side before returning my gaze back up.

          "I can also hear the deaths of people I've met, no matter how far away they are, and I know exactly who it is every time." I softly replied. A tense silence began to fill the room as I could practically feel the pity coming off everyone, more from Rogers.

          "So uh... you've pretty much mastered martial arts. Can you tell us who trained you?" Dr. Banner faltered to break the awkward silence.

          "The Winter Soldier." I answered, which I noticed made Captain Rogers a bit uneasy.

"And do you have anything else in your skill set?" Banner inquired.

"Hacking, code breaking, violin." I listed as Banner typed everything down.

"Violin?" Rogers curiously raised an eyebrow.

"It helps block out the deaths and control my emotions, therefore control my powers." I explained in a gentle tone.

"Is there anything else you think we should know?" Dr. Banner asked as he finished typing before I let out a breath through my nose and shifted my gaze to the floor.

"Once a year, I have these... episodes. For two minutes, I feel like I'm being suffocated, like my heart is pounding out of my chest. I get these flashbacks from the grenade incident in Scotland. I just feel like I'm dying again."

Might as well tell them now than have them find out on my birthday.

"When do these happen?" Banner questioned.

"9:07 PM, every February 22." I raised my eyebrows and pursed my lips.

"Your birthday?" Captain Rogers creased his eyebrows in confusion.

"Which is also my death date." I added. The room fell into silence again as the three realized my life was a hell of a lot worse than they thought it was. I haven't actually told them the day I died, until now.

"Okay, well I think we can just move on to the physical evaluation." Banner awkwardly stammered to change the heavy subject. I gently nodded my head in agreement, I've never actually talked to anyone about all the bad things that's happened to me. It just seemed like they happened, and I was told to get over it and move on.

• • •

          "Testing, testing. 1-2-3." Mr. Stark chimed into the microphone. I stood on a mat in the training area with Agent Barton, while Stark, Rogers, and Banner watched from the side.

         "Is that really necessary?" I questioned.

         "It's an abilities evaluation, of course it's necessary." Stark defended before I turned my head to face Agent Barton, who held up his fists in a defensive position.

         "Now listen, I'm gonna go easy on you, okay? So just hit me wheneve-" Before Barton could finish his sentence, I raised my leg to strike him in the stomach with my knee. As he stumbled back, I bent down and swept my foot at his legs to throw him off balance. Barton fell backwards and crashed onto the mat.

          "And the bird has crashed." Stark declared into the microphone for all of New York to hear. I noticed a very small smile hidden on Rogers' face as he pursed his lips.

          "Okay, that was... that was good." Barton breathed out as he stood up from the mat.

          "If you already knew I've mastered hand-to-hand combat, why do you need to evaluate me on it?" I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head.

          "I just wanted to see you take down Barton." Stark laughed out. I raised an eyebrow as Rogers and Agent Barton gave Mr. Stark an annoyed look.

          "I think we can just move onto powers." Banner insisted, holding a tablet in his hands. Barton stepped off the mat to join everyone else while I stayed put. There was a speaker on the floor, across the training room, that began playing a ringing noise. "Okay, do you think you can amplify the sound waves?"

          "I think so." I answered, slightly unsure. This was the first time I've ever explored into my powers. All I knew was how to blast things away, and I wasn't even too good at that itself.

          "Now don't try using vibrations or you'll hurt yourself, just focus on the sound waves." Dr. Banner instructed. I raised my right hand forward and expanded my fingers, trying to amplify the ring with my mind. After about ten seconds of nothing happening, I could hear the sound becoming slightly louder. The ring sounded shaky as the volume kept becoming louder and then going back down again. Everyone else seemed to notice as Dr. Banner recorded his notes onto his tablet.

Fifteen seconds passed as I kept trying to maintain a louder sound. Until, a gentle pulse of vibrational air emitted from my palm. It wasn't enough to blast anything away, but enough to cause me to stumble back a bit. I instantly stopped using my powers as I grabbed onto my forearm. A small bruise appeared on my wrist before I winced from the pain.

"You okay, Sarah?" Rogers asked, with a slight sense of concern in his voice, as he came to check on me.

"Yeah, just a bruise that's all." I insisted. It really wasn't that bad, if anything, it was the best my powers have ever performed, so far. But Rogers still wasn't convinced as I could feel the worry emitting off of him.

         "That's enough for today." Captain Rogers assured in a stern tone. Banner and Stark finished collecting data as I awkwardly stood next to Rogers. "You can go ahead and get cleaned up, if you need to." He softened his tone a bit.

          "Of course." I gave a gentle nod before leaving to my bedroom.

• • •

I walked into the kitchen, where I saw Captain Rogers by the stove, stirring something in a saucepan. "Are you cooking?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Uh yeah, just thought I'd make us some lunch. You wanna try?" Rogers handed me a spoon. I looked into pan to see pasta sauce simmering, and next to it was a pot of boiling water, cooking the pasta noodles.

"Yeah, sure." I took the spoon before dipping it into the sauce to scoop a bit of it out.

"Just a warning, I'm not the best." Rogers gave me a soft smile as I took a taste of the sauce. Well, the warning was definitely needed. The pasta sauce had a bit too much tang, probably more sour than Alexander Pierce's personality.

"Well... it's not bad." I stammered before I pursed my lips.

"It's bad." Rogers interjected.

"A little bit, yes." I chuckled out. "May I?" I gestured to the wooden spoon sitting on the rim of the pan.

"Go ahead." Rogers grinned, before he took a step back for me to take over the stove. "By the way, sorry if we kinda made you feel like a lab rat with the whole... evaluation." He walked around to the other side of the kitchen island and rested his arms on the marble surface.

"Oh, no it's quite alright, Captain Rogers." I reassured with a gentle smile as I opened the fridge to grab the heavy cream and basil. I could hear Rogers take a moment to think as I closed the fridge and moved back to the stove, where I set down the ingredients.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Rogers inquired, slightly creasing his eyebrows in interest. I drew in a breath before gently shaking my head.

"It's just a respect thing my mother taught me." I answered in a polite tone as I poured some of the cream into the sauce.

"It kinda makes us seem like strangers." He commented as I sprinkled in some of the seasonings from the spice rack.

"Well... you kind of are." I shrugged while I continued to stir the pasta sauce. I grabbed the basil leaves and took a quick sniff for freshness.

"Then who do you want me to be?" Rogers tilted his head to the side a bit. I focused my gaze at him for a moment before letting out a sigh through my nose. No one has really asked what I want before, let alone what I want them to be. For four years, I've never had anyone there for me, no friends, no allies. Sure, Bucky was there that one time, but he's halfway across the world right now. I truly was alone.

"How about a friend?" I softly answered as I picked some of the basil leaves off the stems and dropped them into the sauce. Rogers formed a small smile onto his face before drawing in a breath and straightening his posture a bit.

"Well, you know, as a friend, you don't have to keep calling me Captain. You can call me whatever you want." He insisted before I took a second to think.

"Of course... Steve." I hesitantly responded, still a bit unsure. "Here." I handed him a spoon with the sauce in it. He tasted the improved pasta sauce before raising his eyebrows in an impressed manner.

"Now, where'd you learn to cook?" Steve curiously questioned.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jarvis." I answered with a bit of a proud smile.

"Well, it's pretty good." Steve commented.

"Thanks, Steve." I softly smiled, but this time, it almost felt genuine. Not just a forced smile I would put on to make things less awkward.

A friend... maybe this wasn't so deluded after all.

an // i feel like this chapter is a little boring but sarah's settling in so that's nice i guess :)

idk i just feel like this chapter is a little underwhelming but i didn't want to go straight into the vulnerable father-daughter moments because that's unrealistic especially with sarah's character. like i obviously wanna take it a bit slow so i do feel like this chapter is necessary, but at the same time, it's a bit boring, but then again... we're going slow. but this definitely wasn't my favorite chapter to write in terms of quality, it just feels bland.

i feel like i'm being too hard on myself.

maybe i might update twice just to make me feel better... who knows :)

okay that's all (i think...) bye lovelies !!

KILLERKÖNIGIN | CAPTAIN AMERICA'S DAUGHTER
BY QUEENWANDAMAXIMOFF