AN: Sorry this chapter is so short but I wanted to get it out there and I promise the later ones will be longer. I will try to update at least once a week. I already have a few pre-written chapters. I do work and go to school though so I'm busy and I'm not sure how often I'll be able to write but I will try to write as much as possible. Thank you and enjoy! (:

Chapter 1

The room had a neglected look, the air musky and smelling strongly of dust. The open area seemed hazy, and the furniture sat new but covered in layers of dust from lack of use. It had been awhile since anyone had visited, yet it seemed the landlady didn't really care much. She had always turned a blind eye to the empty two room apartment and told potential buyers that it was not for sale despite the clear lack of an occupant, as long as she was paid the rent monthly.

Steve Rogers glanced around the room, not really sure why he had come back. It had been months since he had lived in the small apartment SHIELD had established for him, and there wasn't really much here for him to come back for. But he couldn't just up and leave it. It reminded him so much of the past, the one he had been longing for ever since he woke up. Everything reminded him of his apartment in the 40's only less personal because he couldn't bear to see pictures of the people he could never speak with again every day.

It was so different from Tony's Tower. Everything here was outdated and bland while Stark Tower was decked out in all kinds of computer's and robots and whatever Tony had invented. The Tower itself had a voice that was eerily human named Jarvis. Steve felt so strange there, never able to use any of Tony's contraptions or understand his and Bruce's 'tech talks'. He had a hard enough time just adjusting to the large screen television that could play eight different channels at the same time without the toaster shooting toast at him when never tried cooking in it in the first place.

With a sigh, he went to the kitchen area where he found a coffee maker, a simple one much easier to manage than Tony's which had so many settings it was unnerving, and began to brew a cup. It was early, and all though he had no trouble with his morning jogs, today just seemed tiring. He needed something to keep him going. Once the coffee was finished, he took the steaming cup over to the couch, sitting down and taking a sip, a cloud of dust rising as he touched the cushions.

He knew he could easily go back to Stark Tower, give back the keys to this apartment and never have to see it again. But he couldn't. That simple task just seemed too hard for him. Why couldn't he? He had been living at Stark Tower for ages and had been fine. Why did he feel so nostalgic today of all days?

Steve sipped his coffee, staring at the blank cream colored wall across from him with blank eyes, lost in thought. Suddenly, he stood, placing the cup on the dusty coffee table at his knees and moved quickly to the bedroom. Once inside he went to the wardrobe that was empty besides a small stack of photos. He stared at them in his hands for a long time, drinking every detail of each before flipping to the next. They were of his days pre and post serum. There was he and Bucky when Bucky had been accepted into the Army. Steve could see the look of longing behind his own eyes just behind the pride.

When he found a picture of Peggy, he stared longer than any other, wanting more than ever to see her again. Just once, he wanted to kiss her lips again, stare into her chocolate brown eyes and hold her close. He wanted her to comfort him like she did when Bucky died, help him feel more like he belonged in this strange futuristic world.

Unable to stand it anymore, he shoved the pictures in his pocket, running a hand through his hair roughly. He realized he was still sweaty from his jog and decided to shower. Under the hot water, he felt slightly more relaxed, not as scared as a few minutes previous. He had to wear a towel around for almost an hour while he washed and dried an outfit he had kept there just in case but had been overcome with dust like everything else. He made sure to comb his hair perfectly, a straight part and swept back away from his face and put on the outfit, kakis and a flannel which he tucked into his pants, after it was finished drying.

He realized that he hadn't finished his coffee from before and dumped it down the sink, because it was cold now. He looked around the room, seeing it so empty that he almost wished he had a TV or radio to use. Unable to find anything else to keep him distracted, he decided he might as well just go back to Stark Tower. Just as he was picking up his jogging outfit, a loud knock came from the door.

Steve looked to the door with brows furrowed. Who would be coming here? Everyone knew that he had been staying at the Tower. Deciding it was most likely somebody selling something, he tried to think of a way to politely refuse with all his jumbled thoughts. When he opened the door, a woman, maybe his age (the age he looked anyways), stood in front of him, and a huge smile stretched across her face as her eyes landed on him.

"Hi!" she greeted.

Confused he returned the greeting. She looked slightly familiar but he couldn't place what it was. She had blonde hair, a color similar to Steve's, that was tied back into a messy pony tail with the stray pieces tucked behind her ears and deep brown eyes that made his gut wrench. She was stunning in a subdued way, obviously not realizing she was or not feeling the need to show it off. Her clothing was loose and layered to protect from the cold, and she had a tote bag slung on her left shoulder.

"Are you Steve Rogers?" she asked.

"Yes…" he replied slowly.

"I've been wanting to meet you for quite a long time," she said, barely able to contain her excitement.

Steve's eyebrows raised and he was just wondering if she might be a crazed fan of Captain America who somehow figured out where he lived when she stuck out her hand for him to shake.

"I'm Stephanie Rogers," she said clearly as he shook her hand. "My father's name was James Rogers and his parents were Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers."

He paused, his mouth agape as everything seemed to click into place. He was too shocked to utter a sound. Just as he got the nerves to speak, she stole his own words.

"I'm your granddaughter."