"Thank you again, Anthony. Getting you to donate not only your time but also a piece of your past from the war means so much to the Smithsonian."

Anthony Babino walked down the hall of the museum; his cane clicking on the linoleum floor with every step he took. A feeling of admiration washed over him as he marveled over the pieces of history on display. It made him feel old and young at the same time. Anthony turned to look over his shoulder only to do a double take.

"Beatrice!"

About 20 feet away from him was a 13-year-old who was reaching towards one of the statues from Easter Island. Her long brown hair swirled down her back and looked as if it had been tamed for the curls to be so loose. Her army green jacket had black sleeves attached that slapped down to her sides at the sound of her grandfather's voice. With her brown eyes wide; Beatrice raised her hands in surrender.

"I didn't do it!" She yelled back down the hall. Anthony rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face and held his hand out in her direction. Beatrice jogged to her grandfather's side and took his hand in hers. The two Babinos' walked down the rest of the hall to enter the large room they were heading towards: The World War II exhibit.

Tattered American flags, uniforms, and pictures were kept locked away behind glass to preserve the history in them. There was even some weaponry - like rifles and safe grenades - shown off in cases of protected glass. Anthony and Beatrice followed the museum employee to one glass case of to the side of the room.

Inside the case was an aged photo of Lt. Anthony Babino with some of the other soldiers from the 107th. One of the soldiers had a big smile on his face as his black hair was wavy and unruly. Beatrice looked closer to the picture and saw the names of the men in the picture; quickly finding the name of the soldier. Sgt. James Barnes. Next to it was an aged green hard helmet most soldiers wore. The helmet belonged to Anthony before he got promoted.

"And there it is." The employee said; pointing to the case. Anthony smiled down at his contribution to the museum as he put an arm around Beatrice.

"That's so cool," Beatrice said, turning to Anthony. "You're so cool, Pops."

"Yeah," Anthony mumbled. He took his eyes away from the case to look at his granddaughter and gave her a playful shrug. "I'm the coolest."

The museum employee smiled at the two before shaking Anthony's hand and leaving them to explore the rest of the exhibit. Beatrice was walking around when something caught her eye. On the back wall of the exhibit was a plaque and behind it was one of the best things Beatrice had ever seen.

The shield of Captain America.

It stood on a stand in its own glass case, spotlights on it to have it shine with justice and freedom. Beatrice walked up to the plaque and started to read it aloud to herself.

"In Memory of Captain Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. A true soldier and an ex...exem-"

"Exemplary example of man."

Beatrice turned around to the voice and found a woman. She looked to be around her grandfather's age with white hair and wrinkled skin. She was dressed rather professionally in a blazer and skirt, with small heels to match. She was also holding a cane with a gold bobble at the top. She walked over to the plaque and Beatrice with a smile on her face.

"You know, I'm gonna tell you a secret." The woman said, and it was then that Beatrice noticed her accent. It was British. She bent down to Beatrice's ear and whispered, "That's not his real shield."

Beatrice turned to her shocked, turning to the shield and back. "What?"

"It's a replica of the real thing. There is no bullet grazes in the metal from when I took a shot at it."

"You shot at Captain America?" Beatrice said, almost shouting it before looking around and whispering to the woman, "You shot at Captain America?"

"Professionally shot at Captain America." The woman explained. Beatrice was gonna ask what she meant when the clicking of Anthony's cane caught the two woman's attention.

"Well, I'll be," Anthony said, seeming to be almost stunned at the person in front of him. "Agent Carter is that you?"

"Depends on who is asking." The woman said with a playful look in her eyes.

"Lt. Anthony Babino at your service, ma'am." Anthony saluted.

The woman, Agent Carter, got a wide smile on her face and held out her hand to Anthony. "Lt. Of course. How are you?"

"Still going. I see you met my granddaughter."

Agent Carter turned back to Beatrice and smiled again, "Oh, she's yours?"

"Yessiree. Beatrice, this is Agent Peggy Carter. She kicked my butt in basic training back in the day." Anthony explained. Beatrice looked surprised and almost in awe before sticking her hand out to Agent Carter.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Beatrice said. Agent Carter took her hand and gave her a firm shake.

"You can call me Peggy, sweetheart."