[Third Person Pov]
"Sir, are you sure it was the best call to bring them in before the captain woke up?" Maria asked as she stood beside Nick Fury, her arms folded as she glanced between him and the monitor. "No disrespect to Spider-Man and his team, they're good at what they do, but this is a serious and delicate situation, and timing matters here."
"It's fine," Nick said, not taking his eye off the screen. Steve Rogers lay asleep inside a carefully secured chamber. "We owed them this much. It's thanks to them that we managed to even find him in the first place. If they hadn't gotten involved when they did, we wouldn't even be having this conversation."
"I'm not saying I don't understand that," Maria replied, her tone asured, "but sir, you of all people understand how unpredictable they can be. They don't exactly operate with subtlety."
"I don't think they're too bad," Coulson added from nearby, his hands loosely at his sides. "They can be quite charming when they want to be. You just have to let them… express themselves."
Maria gave him a look. "That's exactly what I'm worried about."
"Don't worry, Agent Maria," Nick said, finally shifting his stance slightly, though his attention remained mostly on the monitor. "I know what I'm doing. I've handled worse variables than them—"
"OH SAY, CAN YOU SEE, BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT~!"
Nick imdiately lowered his head, his shoulders dipping just a fraction as a long, tired sigh escaped him. He didn't even need to turn around to know exactly who that was.
Maria pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, while Coulson looked mildly pleased, like this confird sothing he already believed.
"You were saying, sir?" Coulson asked, a faint grin forming.
"WHAT SO PROUDLY WE HAILED, AT THE TWILIGHT'S LAST GLEAMING~!"
Nick slowly turned this ti, his expression flat.
A glowing portal opened across the room, and Peter marched out first, one fist held firmly near his chest as he stared off into the distance like he was leading a parade.
Behind him, the rest of the team followed in a loose conga line, each with their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, all singing loudly and completely committed.
"WHOSE BROAD STRIPES AND BRIGHT STARS THROUGH THE PERILOUS FIGHT—"
One by one, they stepped through the portal, keeping formation without missing a beat. Aria ca through last, still in sync with the group, her voice blending in as naturally.
Coulson straightened imdiately and raised a salute without hesitation. A few nearby agents followed his lead, standing at attention and saluting out of respect for the anthem despite the unusual delivery.
Nick didn't move. "Are we being serious right now?" he asked, his voice completely dry as he looked at the ongoing performance.
"Sorry, sir," Coulson said, lowering his salute a bit sheepishly. "We've all just been feeling incredibly patriotic lately. It's been going around. Hope you can understand."
"Are you clowns finished?" Nick asked, his gaze fixed on Peter and the group as they reached the end of their verse.
The singing tapered off, and Peter placed a hand dramatically over his chest before exhaling like he had just completed sothing deeply aningful.
"Wow, Nicky," Peter said, sounding genuinely offended. "You call us paying respect and singing the song of the nation—which you serve, by the way—a circus act?" He shook his head slowly. "Sha on you. And here I thought you were supposed to be the world's top governnt guy."
"You're already making
regret inviting you," Nick replied, rolling his eye as he turned slightly back toward the monitor, though he was clearly still listening.
"You guys really know how to make an entrance," Clint said from across the room, leaning casually against a wall. Natasha stood nearby, resting one arm along a railing as she observed the scene with mild amusent.
Peter shot a web upward and pulled himself across the room in one smooth motion, landing lightly on the railing beside Natasha without disturbing her balance.
"Sup, you two, it's been a hot minute~" Peter said, lifting a hand for a casual high five.
Clint returned it easily, and Natasha followed with a small nod and a quick tap of her hand against his.
"Who's the new recruit?" Natasha asked, tilting her head slightly toward Aria, who stood a bit apart from the others in her purple outfit, clearly unfamiliar to them.
"Oh, right," Peter said, glancing back as if he had just rembered. "You guys haven't t, have you?" He straightened up a bit, puffing his chest out with unmistakable pride. "That's my daughter."
The room went completely still.
Conversations stopped mid-sentence, small movents halted, and even the background noise of the station seed to fade for a mont. A few agents slowly turned their heads, eyes shifting between Peter and Aria as if trying to process what they just heard.
No one said anything.
The silence stretched just long enough to beco noticeable, every pair of eyes now locked onto the two of them.
Even Nick's one good eye finally shifted away from the monitor and toward them. The change was subtle, but noticeable. It was clear the ntion of Peter having a daughter had caught him off guard just as much as everyone else.
"What?" Peter asked, glancing around at the room. "Why did everyone just go silent?"
A few of his teammates started to giggle, clearly enjoying the reaction, while others deliberately turned their attention back to the monitor where Steve Rogers still lay, as if that was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.
"You're seriously a father?" Clint asked, his brows raised and his expression caught sowhere between confusion and disbelief.
"Yeah? Why is that so hard to understand?" Peter shot back, looking genuinely puzzled by the reaction.
Nick's gaze lingered on Aria for a few seconds, studying her face carefully.
She didn't look uncomfortable at being referred to as his daughter, and more importantly, didn't deny it.
Aria noticed the looks being thrown her way and rolled her eyes. "Yes, he's my father. Now please stop looking at
like that."
Natasha raised her hand and mid a small explosion beside her temple, silently indicating her mind had just been blown.
Peter let out a short scoff, clearly amused. "And you guys were calling
the clown," he said as he flipped backward off the railing in one smooth motion, firing a web and swinging over toward the group gathered around the monitor.
…
A few minutes passed in relative quiet as Steve Rogers remained still. Then, slowly, his eyelids began to twitch. The movent was faint at first, but it didn't go unnoticed.
His eyes gradually opened, revealing bright blue irises. They were unfocused at first as he stared up at the unfamiliar white ceiling above him, trying to make sense of where he was.
A faint sound reached his ears. A radio nearby played softly, the crackle of static blending with the distant noise of a baseball ga being called.
Steve turned his head slightly, his brows knitting together as he focused on the source of the sound. He stared at the radio for a few seconds, confusion settling in, before pushing himself up into a seated position.
Almost imdiately after, the door opened and an old-fashioned nurse stepped into the room, her presence oddly out of place against the sterile environnt.
…
"He's awake! He's awake! He's awake!!" Peter and Harry shouted at the sa ti as they locked arms and began skipping in a circle without a shred of restraint.
Around them, the rest of the group reacted with excitent of their own. So cheered, others clapped, and a few simply smiled in quiet relief at the sight of their long-lost hero finally opening his eyes.
"Pretty big smile you've got there, Agent, huh?" MJ said, nudging Coulson lightly.
Coulson tried to compose himself, straightening his posture as if that alone would restore his professionalism, but the grin stretching across his face refused to go away.
"Soone's clearly a big fan~" Aria added, folding her arms with a knowing look.
Coulson cleared his throat, his voice dropping slightly as he admitted, "I am… I even have all of his collectibles."
That earned a round of amused chuckles from the group.
"Woah—oh," Peter suddenly said, his tone shifting as he leaned forward slightly. "We have a runner!!"
Everyone turned toward the monitor just in ti to see Steve burst out of the room at full speed, moving with urgency and confusion.
"Dibs!" Peter and Harry both called out at the sa ti, already moving.
Two portals snapped open almost instantly, and the pair jumped through without hesitation.
…
Steve ran barefoot through the busy streets of New York, his breathing steady but his expression tense. The tight white shirt he wore did little to shield him from the unfamiliar world around him.
Everything felt wrong.
Towering skyscrapers stretched high into the sky, far beyond anything he rembered. The streets were packed with people moving quickly in every direction, cars honking as they rushed past intersections filled with glowing lights and signals he didn't recognize.
Everywhere he looked, sothing was different.
His eyes darted upward as massive digital billboards lit up the sides of buildings, flashing advertisents and images that made no sense to him.
Then he saw it.
A figure swinging rapidly between buildings, moving with unnatural speed and agility. Another followed close behind, dressed in green and riding so kind of glider as they both headed straight toward him.
Steve's muscles tensed imdiately. He turned, preparing to run again, his instincts telling him they were coming to capture him.
Before he could take another step, the blue-and-black figure flipped cleanly over his head and landed directly in front of him, forcing him to stop.
"Capitan~" Peter greeted, snapping off a quick salute.
Steve's head turned sharply as he sensed movent behind him. Harry dropped down from above, landing lightly at his side.
"Had a nice rest, Captain?" Harry asked, grinning widely.
"Who are you…?" Steve asked, his voice cautious, his eyes moving between them. "And what's going on?"
"Allow
to be the one to answer that."
Nick Fury stepped into view, walking toward them with steady, asured steps.
"What you're seeing now is the advancent of a country that hasn't been in a major war for close to seven decades," Nick said evenly.
Steve's expression hardened slightly. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"What he ans to say," Harry added, spreading his arms out to gesture at the city around them, "is welco to the future."
Peter took a small step forward, his tone softening. "You've been in a state of suspended animation until recently… for close to seventy years. So things aren't exactly how you rember them. But don't worry, we're here to help you."
Steve didn't respond imdiately.
His eyes moved slowly across the city, taking in the buildings, the people, the noise, the impossible scale of it all.
"…what?" he finally breathed out, the weight of it hitting all at once as confusion and disbelief settled in.
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