Dedicated to Joy—she inspires a lot of Avengers stuff.
This story is mostly just for fun and really focuses on the mutants part of it all, so it's a lot more of Angel, Andy and Sharon and their powers than the other one is, as well as a new character and a different kind of story line…
WARNINGS: Language, Blood, Angst, Innuendo, Dirty Thoughts, Sex
Angela Stark was a bit dazed when she realized she was in the 40's—right where she wanted to be, but she could feel blood trickle out of her nose. Her clothes were odd and she only had a limited amount of time to do what she set out to do, her powers growing ever weaker the longer she manipulated the time line. She was doing this for Steve and that was what was keeping her going thus far, despite the now throbbing pain in her head…she just had to find—there he was.
"Bucky!" Angel cried out.
Bucky turned to look at her, raising his eyebrows. "Do I know you?"
'That's right…' she thought to herself. "No, but I…I know about you and Steve and I'm here to help."
"You're not even wearing any armor." Bucky responded, shaking his head. "Besides, this is a war and you're clearly not—"
"—male?" Angel asked him.
"While I'm a big fan of the outfit, I'm not so much sure it'll stop the Nazi's." Bucky told her as his eyes looked her up and down in the black leather.
She knew that she should have done better than this, but she was in her S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform and that was enough because she was a mutant. Angel could handle herself in a battle even if Bucky and the others didn't think that she could and she was here for one reason and one reason only: to save Bucky from dying. If she could save Bucky from dying the time line would change and maybe that would stop her from meeting him, but she doubted it—it would just make Steve and Bucky both end up in the future.
Actually, Angel hadn't entirely thought this through because if she Bucky could help Steve to save the plane then he would be fine. He would have gone back and dated Peggy, and they probably would have ended up married with kids and she was doing this for no good reason. Except it was the perfect reason: give Steve back his very best friend in the entire world. If Andy or Sharon had ever died and someone was going to help her this very way, she'd be grateful forever.
"I have time to get armor, this is…you're headed into the pub," Angel observed, nodding gently. 'I went too far back, but I should have enough time…'
Bucky laughed a little. "Haven't even seen you in action."
"It's called blind faith," she responded, not really having time to waste.
"You're bleeding," Steve said out of nowhere.
Angel had been stunned the moment that Steve walked over to them, heading into the pub to talk to the team that he had assembled. He was in uniform and Angel was as smitten as she had been when he had woken up in the S.H.I.E.L.D. compound. Bucky noticed the look too, smiling a little bit when Steve walked up to this perfect stranger and brushed some blood out from under her nose.
"Just don't scare him," Nick Fury told Angel, giving her a look.
Angel smiled and winked at him. "Come on, Fury—I'm a professional."
"Just get the job done," Nick said as he walked away from her.
Nodding at him, Angel opened up the door and she looked at Steve as he slowly sat up, glad that she was here. She and Phil Coulson, or "Cheese" as they liked to call him, were big fans of his and she knew quite a lot about him—more than most of S.H.I.E.L.D. knew. That was why when he looked at her and asked him where she was, she had a feeling that there was more to it.
"You're in a Recovery Center in New York," she told him slowly, moving to sit on the side of the bed with him, looking at him. "We were worried about you when we got you out of the ice."
Steve looked her in the eye. "Where am I really?"
"You're really in New York, but…this is really hard for me to explain…" Angel told him, looking at her hands. "You've been unconscious for a long time, Captain Rogers."
"How long?" he asked her.
His first instinct was to get up and run because it was a Hydra trick, but she was being honest with him and he wanted to hear her out. They had certainly done their research as to what the nurses dressed like and he looked down at his clothes, noticing the bird on the shirt. He wanted to know what was going on here and he wanted to be told right this second before he simply got up and he bolted away. Looking down as she rested her hand on his, he looked up to meet her eyes.
"70 years. We found you encased in ice and we thought it best that we get you thawed out before the others…then we found out that you were alive." Angel explained to him, nodding slowly when he started to pull his hand away.
Something about her made him feel like he could trust her, but he was just shaking his head because this wasn't how it was supposed to go…this was supposed to be a time in his life when he had everything in front of him. He was going to have a date with Peggy and mourn Bucky properly and this—no, it just couldn't be. Steve Rogers couldn't have been 'dead' for the last 70 years.
"I can prove it to you if you don't believe it," Angel said, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. "Let me show you New York City 70 years later…"
Steve nodded slowly—if it was a trick then he would have a better chance to run. "Alright…"
"I'm Angela Stark, by the way."
"Yeah, you knew my father, Howard."
Steve swallowed and looked her in the eye again. "You do have his eyes…the rest you undoubtedly got from your mother."
"Thank you—I appreciate you saying that," Angel smiled and then she slowly reached for his hand and he took it, letting her lead him out into the world.
"Here, let's get you inside and get something to help," Steve said politely.
He had noticed of course that the woman looked out of place, but what mattered to him was that her nose had started to bleed and he wanted to help her. Steve had always been the moral and chivalrous man and if she was in distress then it was his job to put a stop to that. Still, he had overheard part of her conversation and he wanted to put a stop to it.
"All due respect, Ma'am…but this is some pretty dangerous work," Steve told her as the bartender handed him a handkerchief for her that she held to her nose. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Angel smiled a bit. "With all due respect, Ste—Captain Rogers—I need you to have a little faith here and let me serve my country."
"I don't want to be the reason that you get killed," Steve told her, shaking his head.
They shared a gaze for a moment, Steve feeling like there was something about her that was safe and perfect, Angel looking into the eyes of the man that she loved so desperately. He was protecting her even though she was a perfect stranger and after sharing a gentle smile, he headed over to the table where he bought some rounds for the others and Bucky sat with him, Angel making a face and then sighing. She should have known it wouldn't be this easy and that meant that she had to find and talk to her father, which she did not want to do. Howard and Angel had never been close, but he had known what she was after she told him and he had confided in her about mutants six months before he and her mother, Maria—Tony's biological mother—had died in a car accident leaving her and Tony alone.
"I shouldn't have walked out before," Howard told a 13 year-old Angel as he walked into her room, shaking his head. "I should have known all this time that you were a mutant."
Angel shrugged, not looking at him, visibly angry. "Mom's just smarter than you—she's known since I was 8."
"I've known there was a possibility, but…come on, Angel…look at me, Princess."
"I don't want to look at you, Dad. I felt rejected and you're the one that had an affair."
Howard nodded and sat on the end of her bed, sighing loudly and then wetting his palette before he looked at her again. "Princess, I love you. You're my baby girl and to be completely honest? I knew your mother was a mutant back before Steve and I even met. Back then it was just a fling, but…let's just say that if I met you back then, I would believe anything you said—I've seen some extraordinary things."
Telling her Dad had been hard for her, but Howard had understood because he knew what her mother had been and there had always been a chance. Now it was time to take that information and use it to her advantage, so she left the pub in search of her father, who was working on weapons—of course he was. When he saw her though, he had that smile on his face that she had seen on Tony's many a time and she shook her head.
"No, no, no, no, no—gross." She told him.
Howard's smile disappeared. "I beg your pardon? How did you get in here, anyway?"
"Manipulated the people I needed to—I'm a mutant." Angel said quickly, shrugging it off as her father's eyes went wide. "In fact, I'm your daughter."
"You manipulate?" Howard asked her, shaking his head a little. "I met this woman named Elizabeth—"
"—roughly four months ago and she could manipulate thoughts." Angel finished for him, nodding. "Yeah…I know. I can manipulate all sorts of things. Technology, thoughts, feelings, space and time…I'm here to save a life, so I need you to vouch for me. I'm going to have to manipulate some higher ups around here, but this is life and death, okay?"
Howard rubbed his temples and went for some alcohol. "I shouldn't believe you…"
"But you've seen stranger things…" she replied with a nod. "Yeah, I know. Hey, if it helps, your company is flourishing. You have a son before me and he's a little genius."
"That does make me feel better…what can I do for you…?"
"Angela Veronica Stark."
"Angela…you like your name, right?"
"Don't you dare change it!"
Surprisingly enough, working with her father was not as terrifying as she had thought that it would be and he was actually thoroughly impressed by her knowledge. She was refusing to tell him all kinds of things—like little details he really didn't need to know—but he was happy to have her there. He even did a blood test just to check, and with his connections and knowledge, even in the forties, he knew she was his. Angel could have manipulated him, but she didn't want to, and so far it was working as she helped him to work on weapons…how Tony would hate her right now.
"So why did you come here?" Howard asked her. "I don't understand. How long do you have?"
Angel smiled a little bit. "I have just enough to see this through and save who I came here to save. It means a lot to…it just needs to happen."
"So it's for love?" Howard asked her.
"Yeah…you could say that." Angel responded, a blush rising in her cheeks. "But I'm not telling you for who because it would change so many things."
"You are so obnoxious…you really are my daughter," Howard laughed, pointing out the door. "Go and see if Rogers is here, will you?"
"Of course," Angel said quickly, moving toward the open door. "Hey, Howard?"
Howard looked up. "Yeah?"
"Wouldn't hurt you to spend more time with me in the future," Angel told him after a pause with a shrug. "It's just a thought…"
Howard smiled a little at that and nodded, Angel heading out to see if Steve was there already, telling Peggy that she had this—ulterior motives, sure. She knew about Peggy and about hers and Steve's attraction and while that was fine, she was jealous. Angel knew she had no right to be, but if she changed things and they ended up together…well, she wouldn't get to be mad because who she was, wasn't going to exist after this. Still, seeing him lip locked with the blonde receptionist made her stop in her tracks.
If she was jealous about Peggy, she was jealous about this because it just didn't seem like Steve to do such a thing. Maybe she didn't know him as well as she had thought she did, or maybe she was just panicking because she loved him so damn much and this broke her heart. This was the 40's and she didn't exist for him and for some reason that hurt her more than she could ever describe to anyone…what if she did this and the one man she ever loved this much wasn't even hers?
Why had she even decided to do this?
Note: This story is already dear to my heart. Next chapter very soon, I promise. I am still writing "Take Me or Leave Me", I just came up with this idea and I had to run with it.