Juliet:
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo:
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
and for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

The wind was cool, the sky dark and silent with the night. The hum of the engine was the only sound in the jet that soared strangely low in the Russian night sky. My leg bounced up and down with fear, apprehension, and hesitancy.

"Report Agent Whitewolf", I jumped out my stupor in a start from the voice in my ear.

"ETA five minutes sir", I said my voice cracking a little making me clear my throat. I licked my dry lips as a shiver ran up my spine.

"Good…be careful Agent", I closed my eyes taking in a shaky breath.

"Thank you Director", I murmured as the jet slowed, the hum of the engine in idle louder.

"Get to the target as quickly as possible Agent with the least amount of causalities as possible", I closed my eyes my hand twitching to the gun at my thigh.

"Yes sir", I said as the hiss of the lower deck opening filled the jet. I walked over slowly my heart pounding loudly as my boots clanked on the metal. I wrapped my hand around the black rope hanging attaching the clip to my waist closing my eyes for a moment before throwing myself off the side of the jet.

My hair whipped around me in the cool night before I landed in a barely registered thump on the roof. I detached the clip lifting up a small white card from my pocket. I slipped it through the scanner the light switching from red to green.

My eyes ran along the empty and dark hallways for any problems before I slipped in. I blended into the shadowed walls as my boots were silent on the linoleum. I paused when I came to the only room illuminated by the moon above. A single man stood staring out the large window; my eyes narrowed my heart fluttering. I walked over slowly opening the door silently and slipping in without a single noise.

"Drink?" he held up a Brandy glass in his hand that clinked from ice. I stayed silent my hand itching to grab my gun but I bite down my apprehension. He turned around his eyes meeting mine; his eyes flickered with remembrance as he sipped his Brandy. "I wasn't always so sure you'd come little one", he said leaning on the edge of his desk staring at me. I stared at him stoically while inside a fire burned in me making my blood boil and my soul roar. He chuckled his eyes roaming over my face. "I've changed little one, you may not believe it, but I have. I've found the Lord and I can only hope I can change your opinion of me", my face stayed blank my reserve not broken. He rubbed his temple looking distressed. "I just wanna be left alone little one…I JUST WANNA BE LEFT ALONE", he roared his hand flicking to something behind him.

BANG

"Miss your phone is ringing", my eyes fluttered open. I blinked trying to regain my senses. "Miss", JARVIS called out again.

RING

RING

RING

I could finally hear it after allowing myself more time to wake up. It wasn't my usual musical ringtone but a professional and drab ring. I groaned turning over in bed to grab for my phone. I yelped loudly when I flew off the side of the bed and onto my side with a thump on the cool marble floor. I groaned as my hip pulsed with pain.

"Smooth Stark", I murmured to myself. I dragged myself along on my knees my hand grabbing at air on the table above till it slipped past the cool metal. I lifted it up and flicked the screen opening the call. "Whitewolf", I answered waiting to see who had called me.

"Agent Whitewolf; your presence is required at HQ", I blinked sitting up slowly before plopping down on my bed.

"I don't get a hello Phil", I teased pulling my leg up to my body as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hello Charlene", he said seriously making me roll my eyes at his lack of fun.

"You could have just texted me Phil; I would have woken up and gone", I griped wanting to sleep more after another late night at the Stark Expo with my Dad.

"Charlene…we've found him", my heart flipped and I took in a deep breath.

"W-what", I asked in shock. I couldn't be sure he was being honest with me.

"We found him Charlene and it's amazing…your mother always believed we would", he gasped loudly in the phone till clearing his throat. "Information will be on the plane", he said professionally obviously not wanting to deal with the thought of my mother. He hung up with no farewell; I allowed my phone to drop on the bed as I collected my thoughts. My mother had always believed this would happen; I just always assumed it would never happen. I shook my head getting up knowing I had work to do; I shed my shirt as I walked toward the bathroom.

Woo! Felt so good writing this, this was my third rewrite of this chapter because everything I wrote I wasn't content with. Well we all now know…this is a Captain America/OC romance with slight Hawkeye/OC going on. I can't wait to see everyone's reactions to who the romance is with and I certainly hope I don't lose any fans from maybe not choosing who they wanted me to. So please review and tell me how you feel about this chapter, what you want/expect from this story and romance, and what you can't wait to see next! Later my awesome fans!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ironman, Avengers, or any Marvel character(s) mentioned in this story. However I do own Charlie and all her badassery. The quote used at the beginning was from the play by William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet