A/N Hello lovely readers. I am so excited to finally be publishing this story! I've been playing around with the idea of posting a story on here for awhile. I was working on a Loki/OC fic, but then my laptop died and I forgot where I was going with it. I may go back to it someday, who knows. But this will be even better. Our poor Cap needs a lady, as Natasha has been stressing. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Time, Trains and Tea

Steve Rogers sat dejectedly on the train seat. He had spent the entire day riding the rail aimlessly, having nowhere to go and no one to see. He leaned back in the filthy, uncomfortable seat and let out a small sigh.

It had been three weeks since he had been thawed from the ice, and he still was unable to come to terms with the direction his life had taken. He remembered paying the ultimate price in World War II to prevent Schmidt from harming millions of people. He was scared, but he had made his peace with his decision. His compass was open showing Peggy's picture as he fell to his demise. The last thing he remembered was her soothing voice before he blacked out.

When he awoke next, he was disoriented. It was dark and opening his eyes was difficult. It was dead silent except for the faint background noise of the radio playing.

"I must have survived" he though. 'They must have found me'

Steve was overjoyed. He was alive after all, and he would be able to keep his promise to take Peggy dancing. After everything that had happened, he had a chance at a normal life with an amazing, beautiful woman.

The noise from the radio interrupted his thoughts and seemed to get louder and louder as the plays were called.

'They sound vaguely familiar' he though. 'This is why I could never get into sports no matter how much Bucky obsessed over them. It seems one game is the same as the next.'

The announcer's voice grew more exited and enthusiastic as he announced one of the player's grand slam.

Wait a minute...

Shock ran through his system as he recognized the game from 1941. Eyes opening widely, he jumped up and looked around the room. It looked like a normal hospital recovery room, but Steve wasn't fooled. Even the familiar feel of his army shirt didn't help calm him. Something wasn't right, he just didn't know what.

A nurse walked in the room, and he wasted no time flipping out.

"Where am I?" he demanded.

"You're in a recovery room in New York." she said with a hint of nervousness that Steve didn't miss.

"That game on the radio. That was from 1941. I know, I was there." he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. "Now I'm gonna ask you one more time, where am I?"

Figures in black come into the room and Steve starts running. He breaks down the wall of the fake hospital room and realizes he is in some type of headquarters. Of course Hydra comes to mind, and he believes he's been captured. Scared for his life, he runs like hell past the people in weird clothes dodging the men chasing after him. He keeps running and reaches the streets of New York City. He looks around in shock, as he is surrounded by men toting guns. A black man dressed in a leather coat walks over to the scene."At ease!" he demands.

The men lower the weapons and their leader speaks. His name is Fury, and he gives Steve the most devastating news of his life.

"You've been asleep Cap, for almost seventy years"

The sentence hit Steve like a bucket of cold water. He just stood in the middle of the street staring off into the distance.

"You going to be okay" Fury asks, concern creeping into his voice.

'Okay?' Steve thought angrily. 'How could I possibly be okay? Seventy years. Seventy years! How was that possible? How did that happen? His friends, his navy buddies, Peggy, what happened to them?'

Steve had been through a lot in his life. He was bullied from a young age, orphaned as a young adult, and single since he was born. But in that moment, he had never felt so helpless and alone.

Steve was angry, This modern city disgusted him with all its gaudy lights, foul smelling automobiles, and deceitful people he had interacted with. He had no idea how to cope with this new time where everything was unfamiliar and unpleasant to him. There were no soda parlors, no sock hops, hell not even a telephone booth could be found in this modern city. Sadly he felt trapped in crowds of strange people without one friendly face.

His friends had continued to live their lives after the war. They had careers, raised families, and he had missed it all. SHIELD had given him files of his war buddies and Peggy. All of his Howling Commandos were dead, Bucky had died before he went under. Even that annoying Stark was dead. Steve and him didn't get along the best, but he would take him back in a second. Anything to have a friend, or someone familiar, The only person alive was Peggy, but Steve couldn't bring himself to call her. What would he even say? She was in her early 90's now, with kids and grandchildren. There was no hope for a future with her now.

He leaned over putting his face in his palm. He wished he hadn't survived. He would have rather died in the ice rather than have to live in this unfamiliar world with no one. There was no place for him in this time period, and he had nothing to offer these modern people.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as someone sat in the seat facing opposite him.

"Hey, sre you okay?" the female voice asked.

He looked up and saw a young woman looking curiously at him.

"You look like you are going to be sick." she observed. "Not a big fan of trains?"

"I uhh. um" Steve didn't know how to respond.

The girl was undeterred by his silence. She twirled a lock of her long blonde hair through her fingers and continued. "I don't like trains either." she admitted. "This is only my fifth time on one actually. I never needed to take them down in North Carolina, and I just can't get used to them now. But cabs are expensive, and my car's in the shop right now. Damn carborator or something, I don't even know!" she exclaimed.

Steve looked at her as she rambled on. She was friendlier than most of the New Yorkers he had interacted with. Had a bit of a mouth on her though. She was dressed differently too. Unlike the usual city girl who wore jeans or obscenely short pants with name brand skimpy shirts she had on a knee length blue dress and short black heels. A pair of sunglasses were perched on her head.

A Starbucks cup that Steve hadn't noticed before was held out towards him. "Chamomile?" she asked. "It's a good stomach settler if you're feeling sick."

Steve stared at the unfamiliar beverage before shaking his head. "No thanks ma'am, my stomach's fine, I'm just having a bad day." he explained.

She shrugged and pulled the cup back, taking another sip. "New to the city?" she asked.

He though of the New York he used to live in and how drastically different it was now. "You could say that." he admitted.

"I figured that. You seem different."

Steve sighed internally. Would he even be able to pass for a modern person, or would he live as a recluse unable to even hold down a conversation with someone.

She took note of his silence and quickly backtracked. "Not in a bad way or anything!" she amended. "You just seem..I don't know...nicer, and less in a hurry like everyone else. These New York people rush around like they're constantly late for a deadline."

Steve noticed her different accent and tried to remember what state she mentioned during her ramblings. "Where did you say you were from?" Steve asked.

"North Carolina. I moved here temporarily for my law school internship. Kind of a long trip, but the guy offered to pay me, which is unheard of for college internships, so I went for it."

"That's swell." he replied.

She gave him an odd look and Steve suddenly felt discouraged. He decided to excuse himself from the conversation before he drew unwanted attention to himself. "Look ma'am.." he started.

"Hey don't worry, you'll find it." she assured him.

"Excuse me?"

"Your niche."

Now he gave her a quizzical look.

"In the city!" she elaborated. "I mean I was totally lost when I first came here. I didn't know anybody, and life is so different here than down south. Even when I used to live in Pennsylvania life wasn't the same. It's mostly suburbs" she looked at him. "Listen I know that look. I was you a month ago. Besides the internship I didn't know what to do with myself. Just get out there! Let people get to know you. You'll fit in here in no time." She smiled at him. "I'm Fiona by the way."

"Steve" he introduced himself. Steve still felt lost but this woman's kind words made him feel a little better. "I just..feel like I don't belong here." he admitted, thinking of all the people walking around seventy years his junior.

"I've been there, dude." she said.

'Dude?' he asked himself. He assumed it was a positive term and kept listening.

"Tell you what, I can help you get situated." She grabbed her large black purse off the floor and opened it digging for something. She pulled out a pen and receipt from Chipotle. She started writing on the back of it. "If you want someone to show you around the city, minus the commentary of course, I'm not a big history buff, feel free to give me a call." She smiled and handed him the receipt.

He looked down at it.

Fiona 444-444-4444

For the first time since he woke up he genuinely smiled. "Thank you ma'am."

She giggled. "Just Fiona is fine. You're so polite"

The train pulled to a stop.

"This is me" She said cheerfully. "Don't forget to call if you need some help adjusting to the city, or even just someone to talk to. Nobody should feel alone, in a big scary city. See you later Steve!" She took another sip of her tea, picked up her bag, and walked down the aisle.

After watching her retreating form, he stared down at the number in his hand. It was nice to see that there were still some decent people in this time period. The offer was sweet, but he knew he would not be calling her. He's never been good with women, and didn't want to be a burden to her. It was doubtful he would ever adjust to this modern lifestyle anyways. Even in that short conversation there was a bit of a language barrier. He did not understand what a dude was and he was sure he had used some outdated terms. Regardless of what the nice girl believed, he would never be able to belong anywhere again. It just wasn't possible. He glanced down at the receipt one last time before folding it and tucking it into his wallet. He didn't plan on ever seeing Fiona again but he couldn't bring himself to throw it away.

Although Steve should have learned by now that things don't always go exactly according to plan.

A/N Yay chapter one is finished. We'll learn more about Fiona in the next few may not be looking for anyone right now but fate has other plans for him. Chapter 2 will be a lot more dramatic...in a good way, I promise. Introduction chapters are always a bit calm.