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Steve Rogers was definitely lost. He'd been wandering these identical corridors in search of the mess hall for what felt like forever but was probably closer to 40 minutes. He was so preoccupied with his search he failed to notice that he'd gained a small shadow. Eventually Steve heard the soft patter of small feet but when he stopped to listen more carefully the sound disappeared. He shook his head ruefully at his own folly. 'This place is making me crazy,' he thought, stepping forward once again. Yet, as soon as he started walking the sound started up again. This time he stopped and looked around but didn't see anything.

Shrugging off the sensation of being watched he continued onwards. Upon reaching an intersection of corridors he assessed his options. Steve was thinking so hard he didn't hear his shadow sneak all the way up behind him. Had he done so he would have seen a little girl comically tip-toeing stealthily in his direction until she was directly behind him.

Steve was trying to decide between going left or right when a soft voice piped up. "You lost, mister?"

Steve jumped in surprise and whirled around looking for the source of the voice but couldn't see anyone.

"Whatchu lookin' for?"

Steve looked sharply downwards and came upon a small girl with her head tilted inquisitively. He was stumped. He didn't realise there were any children at the Hub and he wasn't entirely sure what to do with this one.

"Uhh…"

"I've been following you for a while now and I'm pretty sure you don't know where you're going," the small girl declared.

Steve crouched down in front of her looking at the floor bashfully, a slight blush staining his cheeks. "Can you keep a secret?"

The little girl nodded eagerly, her long wavy hair bouncing vigorously, eyes sparkling with delight at the prospect of being included in a secret.

Steve scratched the side of his head in embarrassment. "I am a bit lost."

Skye seemed disappointed with his confession, "Well no offence mister but that's a lame secret, I already knew that!"

Steve chuckled to himself. "Seems I can't get one passed you, you must be pretty smart. My name's Steve." He held his hand out to the little girl.

She looked from his hand to his face shrewdly before coming to a decision. She grasped his hand and shook it enthusiastically whilst declaring, "I'm Skye and I'm a genius!"

Steve was taken aback slightly, not knowing how to respond. "That must be… useful?"

Skye snorted softly. "Of course it is, silly. So, what are you tryin' to find?"

"I was actually on my way to the mess hall for supper. You wouldn't happen to know where that is, would you?"

Skye scrunched her pert little nose in confusion. "Why you wanna go somewhere messy?"

Steve laughed and tried to rephrase. "A mess hall is where you eat food."

The little girl's face brightened in recognition. "Oh sure, I know where that is." She took him by the hand and started to drag him away. "Come on, I'll take you there!"

Steve allowed himself to be tugged along and after several incomprehensible twists and turns they arrived at the cafeteria. Skye towed him all the way up to the counter, handed him a tray from a stack she could barely reach and looked up at him to ask, "You want fish fingers or chicken nuggets?"

He looked befuddled so she took pity on him and got one of each, telling him if he didn't like one he could have the other. She went to pick up her tray but before she could reach it he picked both of them up. Skye giggled and performed a small curtsy. Steve couldn't helped but be charmed by her.

They sat down at a table in the corner and Skye knelt on her chair, sitting back on her heels and leaning her elbows on the table in order to reach, whilst Steve had to stick his legs out to the side in order to fit.

Skye pointed out and named all the components of the dishes and told him in a slightly bossy tone that he had to try a bit of everything. Just as Steve went to take a bite of a chicken nugget she looked him dead in the eye and said, "Just don't ask what they're made of - you really don't wanna know."

Steve looked between her serious little face and the end of his fork dubiously, trying to tell if she was messing with him or not. When she happily dug in to the food he decided that it had to at least be edible and not poisonous, even if the taste left much to be desired.

The little girl hummed happily as she ate, applying diligent attention to make sure she got all four individual tines of her fork speared through a piece of mac and cheese before zooming it towards her mouth. Steve watched on in a kind of fascinated bemusement, unsure what to make of this small creature.

Skye decided now was the time to start her interrogation. "So what are you doin' on the Jolly Roger?"

Steve jerked slightly at hearing a close approximation of his surname from the little girl's mouth when he hadn't given it to her. He looked at her closely before asking, "What's the Jolly Roger?"

She giggled a little before she confided, "That's what I call the Helicarrier. Jolly Roger like the name of Captain Hook's ship in Peter Pan." She leaned forward conspiratorially before whispering in his ear, "It's 'cos Uncle Nicky wears an eyepatch like a pirate! Don't tell him I told you that though."

After Steve worked out that'Uncle Nicky' was in fact Director Fury, he chuckled too, mostly at the image of Fury as a pirate.

"Have you read Peter Pan?" She seemed a bit young to be reading books that advanced, but she did introduce herself as a genius and weirder things have happened, himself being proof of that.

The little girl nodded enthusiastically. "I love the Lost Boys! But I don't like Tinkerbell, she's kinda vain and a bit mean, dontcha think?" Steve nodded, agreeing with her character assessment.

"Have you seen the movie?"

Steve looked at her quizzically. "Uhh…" he tried to think of a way to explain his past to a six year-old, a smart one granted, but still just a kid. He decided to go with, "I've been asleep for a really long time." 'There, that should do it' he thought, pleased with himself.

"How long?" Skye immediately asked him.

"Uhh…" Steve scrambled to assess what was appropriate to tell her before ultimately deciding on the truth. "About seventy years."

Skye's eyes nearly bugged from their sockets. "Whoa! Dude, you're really old!"

Steve grinned. Out of the mouth of babes.

The little girl's face scrunched up in thought. "So you was asleep like Snow White?"

He thought about it and decided that was about as close as an analogy was going to get whilst still being child-appropriate, so nodded in affirmation.

"Did you have to get kissed by a princess to wake up?"

Steve snorted. "No, that wasn't necessary."

"Well then how'd they do it?"

He prevaricated, not wanting to get into the gory details. "I don't know."

"Oh," she seemed to deflate a bit at this.

A few minutes passed while they finished their meals. Skye turned her gaze towards him critically before asking, "If you've been asleep that long does that mean you haven't seen any movies?"

Steve nodded.

Skye looked aghast. "You mean you've never seen Disney?" she asked incredulously.

"Well I saw some of their first stuff, Snow White for example. Did they make more after that?"

Skye looked as if she wasn't sure whether to be horrified that he'd never experienced the wonder of Disney or ecstatic that she could introduce it to him. Excitement won. "Don't you worry Mr. Steve, I've got all the Disney movies and they're the most important. I'll get you caught up on all you need to know. Let's go start now!"

Steve thought he should probably report for duty to see if they needed him for anything but Skye brushed off his concern with a blithe, "They'll come get you if they need you." He couldn't really argue with that.

After using her big doe eyes to convince the kitchen ladies to supply them with popcorn, she dragged Steve to her room and directed him to stand to the side while she built them a blanket fort and posted a 'do not disturb' sign on her door. Once ensconced inside their fort she started his education with The Lion King and The Little Mermaid, a good start if she said so herself. Steve was entertained by her exuberant singing along to the songs and amazed at the advances in cinematography.

He noticed that she was yawning halfway through the second movie and suggested it was probably past her bedtime. She looked up at him with wide eyes and an adorable pout. "If you read me a chapter I promise to go straight to sleep."

Steve thought he'd be able to hold out longer, but he caved embarrassingly quickly to her charming little face. Skye got settled in her bed and handed him the first book in what she informed him was a series of seven.

He got comfy next to her bed and opened the book to the first page. "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much…"

Coulson came back late from a mission and swung by Skye's room to check on her. He quietly opened the door and crept into the room, stopping abruptly at the sight that met his eyes. His little girl was tucked safely in bed curled up into a ball and snoring softly. Sitting propped up against the side of her bed, head having falling backwards to rest on the pillow next to hers, was his childhood hero, the one and only Captain America.

Coulson wasn't quite sure what to do with himself, or with Mr. Rogers for that matter. He wasn't sure how Rogers and his ward had become acquainted; most likely Skye sticking her nose in his business and badgering him incessantly. Coulson sighed, he wasn't sure what to do with her anymore, she was such a handful.

He leaned down and shook the Captain's shoulder to rouse him. He woke with a start, looking around in confusion before looking down at the book in his hand in realisation.

"I see you've met Skye," the unfamiliar man in front of him said. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson."

Steve still looked confused. "AC," Coulson clarified. A look of comprehension passed over Steve's face as he recognised the name from one of Skye's many rambles; Coulson was her guardian who fought bad guys, according to the little girl.

Coulson offered his hand to help the man up and they exited the room silently after Coulson tucked the blanket higher up Skye's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Outside the room Coulson offered his hand to the taller man in greeting. Steve shook it while introducing himself, "Steve Rogers, sir. Pleased to meet you."

"Not as pleased as I am to meet you. Say, you wouldn't mind signing some trading cards, would you? I'm a big fan."

I don't own the MCU or any of its afflliates. Nor do I own Harry Potter or anything Disney related. Except in my dreams.