Welcome to my new story. I feel like there aren't enough Steve/OCs out there which is a real shame, so I decided to write one of my own. This story will take place after the first Avengers, through the Winter Soldier storyline (briefly), and ending with Age of Ultron. The goal is to post a new chapter every Sunday at some point. I have the entire story mapped out with over half of the chapters written out already. Hopefully, everything will run smoothly, and I will get the entire story out to you all without waiting forever for uploads. Fingers crossed.

Anyway, enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think. Reviews are always appreciated as well as ideas for upcoming chapters.

The first time they met was by accident. Madalyn Hewitt knew that Steve Rogers was in the city. Everyone did, but she never thought that she would be lucky enough to meet him in person and at the Smithsonian no less. Talk about ironic. Madalyn, one of the lucky ones that was chosen as a chaperone of the second grade field trip, was keeping an eye on the ten children she was in charge of as they scattered around the exhibit, trying their best to answer the questions to the scavenger hunt in record time so they could win the prize. She couldn't help but laugh as the little runts ran back and forth between the different exhibits about The Star Spangled Man with a Plan. She felt sorry for the guy. That song was terrible.

So there she was, watching a bunch of rowdy kids while catching up on her reading, General Patton: A Soldier's Life, appropriately enough. She had a love of history since she was a little girl. All kinds, and with a long line of military men in her family, it was hard not to have an appreciation for military history as well. When a loud holler came from her left, Madalyn closed her book with a groan, waiting for her niece to run up to her like she had five minutes ago. She was never going to finish her book.

"Aunt Mady! Aunt Mady! Jenny, won't listen to me!" a little girl exclaimed, her scarlet pigtails bouncing around her face as she and another child darted out of the exhibit to the small table she was occupying. "I told her! I told her answer to the question and she won't listen! She thinks it's something else. Tell her, Aunt Mady! Tell her I'm right!"

"That's not true!" the second girl, Jenny, cried. "I read the question and then I read the paragraph on the wall. I'm right, Miss Hewitt! I know I am!"

"What was the question, Jenny?" Madalyn asked them, hoping the stares that were on them would soon go away. Nothing was worse than children having a meltdown in a public place.

"What was the name of the plane that Captain Steve Rogers crashed into the ocean that saved millions of people?" Jenny answered, reciting the question word for word.

"And what do you think the answer is, Taylor?" Madalyn asked her niece.

"I said it was the Red Skull."

"I see, and what do you think the answer is, Jenny?"

"It's the Valkyrie," she stated as a matter-of-factly. "I read it on the wall and one of the videos even talked about it. I'm right!"

"No, you're not! I am! Right, Aunt Mady?"

"I'm sorry, Taylor, but Jenny is right on is one. The plane was called the Valkyrie. The Red Skull was the evil man that Steve Rogers defeated back during World War II. I bet that's an answer to the scavenger hunt though isn't it?"

"Yeah!" both of the girls shouted. "I'm sorry, Jenny."

"It's okay, Taylor. Let's go and finish this so we can win the prize!"

"That kid is going to be the death of me." she shook her head, flipping her book back open. "All right, George, let's find out what was going through that brilliant mind of yours."

"Excuse me, ma'am. Would you mind if I sat with you? Every other table in the sitting area is full."

"Not at all," she took her bag that took up the empty chair, placing it on the floor beside her, doing a double take as the man sat down across from her. He looked like he was trying so hard to blend in to not be noticed by everyone else. A ball cap hanging low over his face, and the collar of his jacket popped for extra security. The only thing missing was those stupid, hipster glasses that people wore nowadays for absolutely no reason. "That is if you don't mind sharing this tiny table with me and the occasional eight-year-old or five."

"That's fine by me. Thank you," he said. "Is this place always so crowded?"

"Well it is the Smithsonian, so I am going to say yes," she answered, folding her arms over her book that she knew was never going to be read now. "I'm not surprised. Who wouldn't want to come here and learn about the miraculous life of one of the bravest men in American history?"

"That's saying a lot," she didn't miss the blush that formed on his cheeks. "For a person you don't really know. Only what's been written in books and such."

"A valid point, but you can't deny that what Steve Rogers did for this country wasn't shy of spectacular. Who knows where we would be if he hadn't done what he did? He was an incredible man, and I for one would give anything to meet the man in person. To ask him about all of the great things he did, ask about what life was like back during the greatest generation. It must have been something else."

"It was," she caught him mumbling.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, I was just agreeing with you," he smiled softly. "I bet it was."

Nice save, Captain. Mady thought, seeing her niece running back towards her. Again. Had five minutes gone by already?

"Aunt Mady! Aunt Mady, you need to come and see this!" Taylor pulled at her hand. "It's so cool!"

"Okay, okay, cool your jets, Taylor," she laughed. "You wouldn't mind watching my bag would you?"

"No problem at all."

"Thanks," she smiled, following her niece who held onto her with an iron grip. "All right, kiddo, what am I supposed to come and see?"

"Come look!" the excited child pulled her over to the row of manikins in the middle of the room, each wearing the suits of the Howling Commandos with Captain America in the middle. "Isn't this cool?"

"It is very cool," Madalyn nodded, noticing the children staring at the display in awe. "Can anyone tell me who's who without cheating by looking up at the signs?"

"That's Bucky Barnes!" Nathan pointed with a shout.

"And Dum Dum Dugan!"

The kids were smart. She would give them that or they cheated, but Madalyn loved the enthusiasm radiating from the second graders. The kids continued listing off the heroes when the teacher, Mrs. Travers, rounded them all up for one final video. That was her que to head out and grab her belongings.

"I apologize if I took a while. Eight-year-olds, what can you do?" she spoke, glad to still see him still here, sneaking a peak at what he was doing with his sketch book. "Thank you for watching my bag. Did you draw those?"

"It's nothing really," his face reddened once again. "Just some doodles. Your niece seemed really excited about showing you a certain part of the exhibit."

"She was," Madalyn chuckled, placing her bag on her shoulder. "It was nice meeting you. I would have loved to have talked a bit more, but it seems time is not on my side today. Maybe we'll see each other again."

"That would be great, Miss-"

"Madalyn Hewitt. Everyone calls me Mady," she shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mady," he replied. "Steve Rogers."

"Well, Mr. Rogers, I must be off. Eight-year-olds can't last in a place like this all day."

"No, no, they can't."

"You know this from personal experience?"

"Or just by observation," Steve motioned to the exhausted group exiting the theater. "Those kids are going to sleep well tonight."

"Try the bus ride home," Mady wrapped her arms automatically around her niece who had done a complete one-eighty within three minutes. "Ready to go back to mom and dad, kid?"

"Do I have to?"

"Unfortunately, you can't stay with your awesome aunt all day no matter how much you want to."

"You're no fun," Taylor groaned.

"I know. Time to go back home," Mady heaved the girl's small backpack up onto her bare shoulder. What did she put in there? It was much too heavy for a seven-year-old. "Until next time, Mr. Rogers." She couldn't help but salute as they walked away.

"Until next time." He waved back.

"Who was that Aunt Mady?" Taylor yawned. "He looked like Captain America."

"That's because it was Captain America, Taylor."