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It was still so overwhelming. Even though it had been about three years since Steve came out of the ice. It was the same place, but nothing was the same.
He felt alone.
He had the Avengers, yes, but it wasn't the same. Not without Bucky, Peggy... Daniel. Oh, how he missed that boy. There was a chance he was still alive, since he was born near the end of the war, although, he wouldn't even remember Steve, would he? No, probably not. The little blond boy had been too young, he wouldn't know his father. Maybe know of him, though not know him.
Steve was on his morning run, trying to get his thoughts elsewhere. However, he wasn't having much luck. "How old would he even be?" The captain thought to himself, doing some quick math. "Sixty-eight, and I'm ninety-four. Wow... I sure have missed a lot."
The cold morning air clung to his skin, he didn't mind. In fact, it felt nice, a reminder that he was alive.
Just then, his phone buzzed. Steve reached into his pocket, grabbing the small rectangle people seemed glued to nowadays. He tapped the green circle on the screen, answering the call. While he still had to learn a lot about technology, the Avengers had taught him how to make calls and send messages, so he could do that... most of the time.
"Steve Rogers speaking." He stated into the speaker. Was he holding this thing correctly? Eh, no one was around to notice anyway.
"Hey, Capsicle, Fury wants a meeting with everyone. And I mean, like, he seems to really want that meeting. So get your old ass here." Tony told. Steve could tell that the man of iron was looking at Fury as he said that, and that he was probably getting a death glare in that very moment.
"I'll be there in a bit then."
A few minutes later Steve was back at the Avengers Tower. He hung his jacket on the clothes peg and went to the meeting room. Everyone was there, even Thor. How Fury got in contact with the god of thunder in another realm, he didn't know, didn't question it too much either.
"Rogers." Nick Fury greeted him with a nod. "Sit."
Steve did as told, sitting down beside Natasha.
"We have a situation." Nick began, but Tony interrupted.
"Of course we do. When do we not?" To which he got another glare. A silent order to stay quiet.
Steve cleared his throat, looking at Fury. "And that would be?"
"We had a group of agents infiltrate an abandoned warehouse in Siberia, or at least that's what it seemed to be. There was noted suspicious activity in the area throughout the years, however, we've only now been able to precisely locate it." Fury explained, his one eye holding a calculating gaze. "We believe it to be an old HYDRA facility used during the Soviet era."
Steve's brows furrowed, his expression hardening. He hated HYDRA, and he knew he would probably hate whatever this was too. The thought that they could still be lurking, waiting to strike, to rip away what little he had managed to regain, terrified him. Steve’s hands clenched on the edge of the table. He forced them to relax, to be Captain America again.
"Files were found. Old, clearly attempted to be destroyed, all in Russian." Fury continued, folding his hands in his lap. "The only information left was the name of one of their experiments and their triggers."
Everyone could feel the tension in the air, the seriousness of the meeting.
"Everything translated to English. The code name is "Living Ghost", however, what particularly caught my attention was one of the triggers. You're all aware that HYDRA's triggers usually have something to do with the subject in one way or another, correct?" To which all nodded, and Tony chimed in with a "Yup."
"One of the triggers was маленький орленок... translating to little eaglet." Natasha monotoned, though she hesitated for a short moment.
Steve felt his heart drop, a dark pit forming in him. He sat there frozen, his mind as silent as the remains of a battlefield, yet his thoughts running faster than a rocket. "No, no, no, surely not... They can't have..."
"Rogers." Fury said tartly, getting the captain to look him in the eye. "Is this who we believe it is?"
"I-I..." Steve trailed off, taking a silent breath. "I-It's possible..."
"This being who?" Tony inquired, looking between Fury, Natasha and Steve.
"Daniel James Rogers. Went missing in 1951 at the age of seven, not leaving a trace behind." Fury clarified.
Tony's eyebrows shot up, just looking at them for a second, then blurted. "Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell us there's a Captain Jr out there somewhere?"
"Tony-" Bruce groaned, but was cut off.
Steve didn't move, his steel blue eyes blank and turned towards the floor. "Is it really him?" He questioned himself. Prayed it wasn't, he wouldn't wish those experiments on anyone, let alone his own son, his flesh and blood, his boy. If someone even dared to lay a finger on his son he would-
"I need air." Steve suddenly spoke, standing up and walking out of the room, not waiting for any kind of reply. "Where are you, my little eaglet...?"