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Like Smooth Jazz

Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America or Marvel.

A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting another story with my others still in progress but I couldn't resist! I hope you guys like this one. I love Captain America and I thought I'd just explore him a bit. This will have an OC in it so bear with me. She is my invention and I hope you guys like her.

Left hook.

Right jab.


Left hook.

Right jab.

The Howling Commandoes.

Left hook.

Right jab.


The punching bag flew from the chain, landing on the ground with a thud. Steve Rogers took a deep breath, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow. That was the –

"Third bag this week, huh?" Steve spun around to face the door and the person with the Brooklyn accent. A woman stood there, dressed in black shorts that stopped mid-thigh, tennis shoes, and grey hooded sweatshirt, her curly honey brown hair hanging down to brush against the creamy brown skin of her neck. Even from where she was standing by the door he could tell that she was tall and lean. She strode toward him, pulling her sweatshirt over her head to reveal a blue tank top and the straps of her sports bra. Her attire was enough to make Steve's ears turn red but she didn't seem to be bothered with so much skin showing. He supposed women weren't too shy in this decade. "They said you were strong."

He could only imagine what Bucky would say if he were standing here right now.

"Check out that doll!"

"Look at the gams on that one."

"What's a dish like you doing in a place like this?"

Steve didn't say any of that, though, as he glanced back at the punching bag. He wasn't that confident, no matter how pretty the girl was or how changed he was. Bucky could – could have. Bucky had been suave and cool and. . . . He looked back to the door, only the girl wasn't there. He spun around and found her in the boxing ring. How in the world did she – "I forget sometimes. I'm Steve."

"You're modest," she responded, bouncing up and down and the balls of her feet, rolling her neck. She pulled fingerless gloves out of her pocket, sliding them over long fingers. "Captain Steve Rogers. Captain America."

"Yeah, well I like just Steve," Steve muttered, walking up to the boxing ring. "So . . . do you have a name?"

"Yep," she respond, popping the 'p' and continuing to stretch. "Fury calls me Glitch."

Glitch? "Fury sent you in here?"

Glitch glanced back down at the punching bag. "He figured you could use some company . . . and maybe a new sparring partner. He thought you'd be more inclined to go easier on me than on the punching bags."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head before he climbed into the ring. He stood up straight. "I'm sorry but I don't fight –"

She was gone, again!

A tap on his shoulder and he spun around. Glitch smiled slightly before she pushed him. Steve stumbled backwards, if only because of the surprise. "How did you –"

"Weren't you wondering about my codename?" Glitch asked before she vanished.

Steve blinked. She was gone. Just disappeared, right in front of his eyes. There was no smoke, she didn't flicker out of existence. She was gone in a blink. One second she was there, the next she –

"And again!" Her shoe connected with his side, knocking him into the rope. She grinned at him this time, hands on her hips. "Head in the game, Captain."

Steve stood up straight as she disappeared again. She was behind him, punching his back, on his right, kicking him in the shoulder, pushing him from the front.

"You have to be willing to fight everyone, Captain," Glitch said as she attacked, disappearing and reappearing, her voice echoing as she vanished. "Not all of your opponents will be tough strong men. Sometimes they'll be small. Sometimes they'll be woman. Sometimes –"

Steve had been timing her, trying to find a pattern. She reappeared five seconds after she vanished, always. If he could just time it he could. . . .

Glitch appeared to the left of him, just diagonally and he grabbed her wrist before she could hit him again. She stopped, her wide hazel eyes even wider in shock before she laughed. She had a nice laugh, a little raspy, a bit soft, like smooth jazz. "Sometimes they'll surprise you."

He let go of her wrist, stepping back. "Again," he muttered to which Glitch grinned.

"Again," she said and disappeared on the spot.

An hour or so later, Steve slid out of the ring, sweaty and a bit tired. It was hard to get a good workout since taking the Serum. He didn't get worn out easy. He looked behind him as Glitch disappeared from the ring, appearing by the towel rack, grabbing one to wrap around her neck.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"Sure you can," she responded.

He felt a little embarrassed asking and wasn't quite sure if he should. He thought maybe, if it was too personal, she would get upset. . . . "What – what is a 'glitch'?"

The girl smiled. "It's what people call a minor problem in computers and electronics. You've used a computer yet?"

"Not really," Steve admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "Fury gave me one but I haven't gotten around to figuring it out."

"We'll work on it. Anyway, when a glitch occurs, the screen might freeze. If you're playing a game or watching TV the characters might move from the spot they were in to a different spot. Hence my new name."

Steve didn't know if she had noticed that she said they would work on his lack of computer knowledge. He didn't think he'd mind her hanging around for more than just sparring.

"How can you do that?" Steve asked as she pulled her sweatshirt back over her head. "How can you just . . . just –"

"Travel?" Glitch shrugged, pulling her hair up in a ponytail as she looked away from him. "It's just something I've been able to do, since I was young. S.H.E.I.L.D. picked me up, help me hone my 'talent'."

Steve could only just stare at her for a moment. He had seen some pretty interesting things since waking up in this time . . . internet, cell phones, faster cars – but this took the cake. Glitch . . . she was impossible. . . . Though he supposed he was a bit impossible as well.

Steve walked towards her, slipping on his coat. "How far can you . . . 'Travel'?"

Glitch glanced up at him, hesitating for a moment before holding out her hand. "Would you like to find out?"

He stared at her hand a moment, contemplating. It had been a while since he had left the compound. Going outside startled him, as brave as he was supposed to be; new sights, new sounds, nothing like when he had come from. Still. . . .

Slowly, he slipped his hand into hers. She gave him a slight smile. "You might want to keep your eyes closed. It'll feel a bit uncomfortable the first time."

She didn't count to three, didn't give him a warning. One moment his feet were on solid ground and the next it felt as if he were weightless, heavy, free falling and standing still all at the same time. There wasn't any air and there was too much. He kept his eyes closed, thinking that if he opened them he might get sick.

Before he knew it, the sensation ended. He was standing now and a soft breeze ruffled his hair. Glitch let go of his hand, nudging his arm with her shoulder. "You can open your eyes now."

Steve gradually opened his eyes, stepping forward to get a good look around. The New York skyline was one of the most gorgeous things that the Super Solider could recall from his time and that hadn't changed. From the Statue of Liberty, it looked even better. He wished he had his sketch pad. Beside him, Glitch smiled slightly. "Have you ever been up here?"

"No," Steve said, trying not to sound as awed as he felt. "I was always too sick. This is amazing."

"Pfft, this is nothing. One day I'll show you the Great Wall or the Eifel Tower."

"You can go farther than this?"

"'Course I can." Glitch pulled her hood over her head. "Farther trips take a longer time. I thought I'd take it easy on you for the first one."

Steve thought this was pretty great and he had traveled the world at one point, but seeing it from different points of view wouldn't be something he was against. He glanced out the corner of his eye at Glitch who was looking out over the night sky. "So . . . it's just Glitch then?"

Glitch let out a small laugh, the left side of her mouth lifting into a smirk. "Right now it is."

Steve turned to look at her. "Right now?"

"Yeah. . . . Maybe I'll tell you my real name some day." She turned to him, holding out her hand. "You ready to head back?"

He looked back out to the skyline and the water and then to the girl beside him. "Not yet, if that's okay."

Glitch smiled. "Suite yourself."

So they stood there in the night, staring out across the water. It was nice, not talking, the quiet calm. Every so often, Steve found himself glancing at Glitch, this strange, impossible, almost-like-jazz woman. He wondered what her name was and if she would ever tell him. He wondered how she came by these powers. He wondered if he would always be wondering about Glitch.

Eventually it started to get colder, the wind harsher. When Glitch held out her hand to him this time, he took it. She was right. The second time Traveling didn't seem nearly as uncomfortable. Before he knew it, he was back in the gym as if they hadn't just been miles away.

"Well, Just Steve," Glitch said, pulling her hood down so that her curls bounced free, "I suppose I'll see you again soon."

"Soon?" Steve asked, watching as she moved towards the door.

"Oh yeah," Glitch told him with a laugh, looking back to him. "I've got things to teach you about this decade and the decades you've missed. Take the Berlin Wall and disco for example or . . . I Love Lucy."

" 'I Love Lucy'?"

"See? Tons to learn. We'll have to make a list." With a wink, Glitch disappeared on the spot. Steve stared at the spot she disappeared before he shook his head, chuckling. He thought he may look forward to more of her visits if it meant he wasn't the only impossible person in this world.

A/N: So what did you guys think? Let me know!

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