Hello there! Thanks for checking out my story. And yes, the title comes from the song by Oasis. If you don't know the song already, go check it out! It's great! Anyways, on with the story!

Today has been a good day. I thought to myself as I pocketed the single dollar bills and the handful of change into my backpack that had been collected in my case. I managed to make $63 this performance. I bent down to pick up my case when the sound of clapping caught my attention. Then a pair of black boots found their way into my peripheral vision.

"Nice show you put on here." The all too familiar voice praised me.

Shit. I thought as I stood up to face him. "Hey Clint." I said nervously.

He smiled, "Don't give me that look. I'm not about to chastise you." He said and bent down to pick up my cello.

I chuckled a little, "You're not?"

"Nope. I just wanted to see what you were up to, considering you lied to Coulson." He said.

"How'd you know I was lying?" I inquired.

"You told him you were going to the library to study and yet you brought your cello with you." He pointed out.

"I always bring my cello with me." I told him defensively. "How long have you known about this?" I asked.

He sighed, "Not long. I actually saw a video of you on youtube performing with a singer. Which I didn't understand because you're singing is way better but anyway, I figured this was a hobby of yours so I followed my gut and I was right." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Your gut is always right." I said and then asked, "You're not going to tell Phil, are you?"

He smirked, "What's in it for me?"

"I'll buy you lunch at Red Robbin. I know how much you like their fries." I offered.

He grinned, "Made bank today, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, "$63. I think we can afford a little high end fast food, don't ya think?" I asked

He laughed, "Yes. I won't tell Coulson, as long as you let me get a milkshake."

"Deal. Let's go." I said.

Clint, being the gentleman that he was, carried my cello for me. I looked at the old beat up case with a multitude of faded stickers on it and thought to myself that I should probably buy a new one. After all, my cello deserved better. But, there was so much sentimental attachments to it, so I probably wouldn't.

"Do you think they'll let us in with this thing?" Clint joked.

I shoved him lightly, "Shut up."

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"So, did Coulson tell you?" Clint asked with a mouthful of food. We had gotten to Red Robin and we were seated not long afterwards. They didn't have a problem with my cello, right now it was resting against the wall to my left, away from all the people who were walking around.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." I said.

He rolled his eyes, "They found him."

"Found who?" I asked.

"Steve Rogers." He said picking up some fries and shoving them in his mouth.

"Wow, at least they have a body now." I said.

Clint shook his head, "You don't get it. They found him alive. Shield is waiting for him to wake up."

"Really?" I asked shocked. "Phil must be over the moon." I said.

"No kidding. He was there when the team defrosted him."

I rolled my eyes, "That dork."

Clint laughed and continued eating. After a while, he asked, "How long have you been street performing?"

I shrugged, "Couple years. I started doing it when I was at Juliard. It was something we all did for fun, though my teachers always said it'd ruin my ear." I told him.

"They were wrong about that." Clint said.

I laughed, "No kidding." It was luck that I was able to land a job with the New York symphony. It was probably one of the most rewarding jobs in the classical music industry. I worked with so many talented people. And each and every one of them were as passionate as I was.

"Did you really like my performance?" I asked.

"Obviously. Your music is amazing. I don't think there's a soul alive who wouldn't get goosebumps at the sound of your music." He complimented.

"Thanks. That means a lot, Clint." I told him. Clint Barton had been a really good friend of mine for years now. He and I instantly became friends when I came to live with Phil. That was eight years ago. Clint was definitely someone I looked up to, along with Phil, of course.

"What are best friends for?" He asked smirking.

"Ugh, you're never going to let me live that down, are you?" I asked. When we first met at Shield, I told Clint, without even knowing him, that we would become best friends. Soon enough, we did.

"Nope." He said finishing off his milkshake.

I paid for the meal and sat down a considerate tip, after all, street musicians and waitresses were similar in the way that we both worked off of tips. Although, I had a steady job and didn't need to street perform. I just did it for fun.

Once we were outside, I strapped my cello to my back and Clint started laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm surprised that thing doesn't crush you under its weight." He said.

I rolled my eyes. Sure, I was tiny, but the cello really wasn't that heavy. I slapped him on his bicep and said "Shut up."

We were walking to my apartment when Clint's cell phone started ringing. He answered and started talking to whoever was on the other line. I tried not to eavesdrop.

"We need to go to Headquarters." He said hanging up the phone.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"He's awake. Steve Rogers woke up and busted out like a bat outta hell." He said.

I nodded and started following Clint.

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"Wait here." Clint said leaving me in an empty room as he went off to talk to the Director.

"Okay. Have fun." I told him before he walked off.

I instantly became bored waiting for Clint to return. I didn't have my phone, because I somehow misplaced it. What else was I to do, but play my cello? I quickly got it out of the case and started playing. After a while, I stopped and rested my head against the scroll and thought about what I would play next. I looked up and unexpectedly saw someone standing in the doorway, which made me jump a little in shock.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." He said. He had a very nice deep voice and was very handsome.

"Oh, no it's okay. I just didn't expect to see anyone here. I thought I was alone." I told him.

"Your playing is very beautiful." He complimented, which made me blush.

"Thank you." I said. "I'm Jade Riley."

"Steve Rogers. It's nice to meet you, ma'am."