"Wow? Well, that's a start I suppose." (Y/n) chuckled, as the three old friends looked at one another. Steve and Bucky still not able to believe what they were seeing.

The last time they saw (Y/n), she had looked as she always looked. Like the rough, tough girl that they had always known. But now, now she was no longer a girl, she was a woman. And boy, what a woman. She was elegant, statuesque, strong. Her form wrapped in an expensive looking suit that clung to her like a second skin. The hair that she once tried to keep as short as she possibly could, was now long and flowing and pulled neatly over her left shoulder. And both men couldn't help but feel as though they were falling in love with her all over again.

"I never thought that I would ever see either of you again. Once I was here in France, I was never able to get any information on you. I managed to see one of the propaganda films that you made, Steve. I couldn't believe that it was the same boy that I knew. The same young man that Bucky and I had to protect from the bullies. My little Steve, Captain America." (Y/n) continued as she moved a little closer. Strangely still keeping a safe distance between her and the super soldiers. The two men sensing that she was still struggling to understand what had happened to her. And that she had been away from the world for nearly eighty years.

Suddenly Bucky rushed forward, engulfing (Y/n) in his arms. The Winter Soldier no longer prepared to stand on ceremony even if Steve was. Bucky needing to know that the woman in front of him wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

"You're real. You're really real." Bucky whispered, as he held (Y/n) close. The two old friends feeling Steve join them. The captain coming up behind (Y/n) and wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his head on hers. The tears rolling down her cheeks as she was engulfed in their warmth of the two boys that she had adored. Still adored.

When they had woken her, (Y/n) had almost killed a number of the S.H.I.E.L.D scientists, believing that were the Nazis that she remembered. She was terrified. More afraid than she had ever been. Fearing that she had awoken only to find herself in the same nightmare that she had left.

The last thing that she could remember was being torture. Bright lights. The smell of alcohol and French cigarettes hanging on the breath and clothes of the scientists that surrounded her. She could remember the pain. The excruciating pain, as they had pushed one thing after another into her body. One potion after another injected into her bloodstream. She hadn't told them anything. Not a name, not a code. Not a single thing. All she had given them was her name, rank and serial number. And they had made her pay for it. Made her pay for refusing to give them the names of her contacts in the French Resistance. Made her pay for any subsequent attacks. But she had never bowed. Never broken under their boots. So, when she had seen nothing but white coats. More bright lights, she had gone off instinct. Kill or be killed. Yet fortunately, she had done no harm. (Y/n) thankful that she had not managed to do to the doctors what she had intended.

When they had begun to try and explain what had happened to her. Tried to explain that she had been asleep for eighty years, she believed that she was going insane. Yet, there were only one thing that she wanted to know. One question that hung heavy on her lips. And that was what had happened to Steve Rogers and James Barnes. Were her boys' dead just like the world that she knew.

When they had told her that the pair were alive. That they were in America. In New York. That they, like her, had managed to survive all these long years, (Y/n) had wanted to cry. She had wanted to let the tears, tears that she had never let fall, just roll down her cheeks. Let them drown her in the sheer happiness that she felt. Happiness that she thought that she would never know again. She had asked to see them. Not caring about anything else. Just wanting to once again lay her eyes on the boys. And now they were here. Her Steve. Her Bucky were here, and she had so much to ask.

The doctors and agents had tried to explain a little about what had happened to the Captain and Sargent during the time that she had been away from the world. How they had survived. What they had been, and what they were now. Yet (Y/n) had only wanted to hear the words from the soldier's mouths, themselves. They were the only ones that she could trust in this insane new world. They were her only link to her real life, and she needed them both now, more than she had ever needed anything in her life.

"Hey you two. They've only just brought me back, I don't really want to be suffocated, even if it is by your hugs." (Y/n) chuckled, as the two men finally released her from their embrace. Both of them finding it impossible not to smile as the woman before them, sounded just the same as the girl she had been.

"So, Captain America and the Winter Soldier, huh? I swear that I leave you two alone for five minutes, and you get yourself into all sorts of trouble. Now I get told that you are off saving the world without me. Not nice boys. We always promised to share our adventures, and here I am being left out of all the fun. So, what do you two say to telling me all about the Avengers?" (Y/n) joked, as she took their hands, and led them over to the table. The three sitting down so that they could become reacquainted.

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"What are those two doing in there? I swear that we have been out here for hours. If I had known that they were going to be this long, I would have taken a walk down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. Last time I was in Paris, there was a beautiful little mademoiselle that worked at Ladurée. I promised that I would go and, er........see her again when I was in town." Tony groaned. A small smile coming to his lips as he remembered the last time that he had visited the famous café.

"It has been half an hour, Stark. Steve and Bucky haven't seen this Captain (Y/l/n) in eighty years. Its going to take longer than a few minutes to tell her everything. To explain about us. Especially you." Clint huffed. The archer and Natasha rolling their eyes as Tony muttered under his breath and dropped back into his chair.

"Er..........." A voice came. Everyone looking up to see Steve and Bucky pop their heads into the room.

"(Y/n) wants to meet you all." Steve added, as he and Bucky turned to make their way back to their friend. The rest of the team following behind and entering the room where the woman was waiting. The two super soldiers taking their seats back next to (Y/n).

"Well. Aren't we an interesting bunch? I haven't seen such a collection of odd balls since my Resistance cell during the war." (Y/n) chuckled as she looked up at the faces. Each one reminding her of someone she had lost. Someone that she had had the privilege to not only work with, but to also call friend.

"Now. Let me see if I can guess who you all are, from the descriptions the boys gave me." (Y/n) smirked. Bucky and Steve letting out an amused groan. The two men once again feeling as though they had been caught up in the whirlwind that was (Y/n). And both happy, that they were.