Steve agreed with Nick to pack up, and move in temporarily at S.H.I.E.L.D while they rounded up the others and tried to find out more on Loki. He wanted to help as much as he could, so with some difficulty he called Molly at work. She urged him to try to learn how to text, but he refused. It was one thing he couldn't fathom.

Molly's phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the caller ID and sighed. Why couldn't he just text her? "I'm so sorry, I'll be right with you. This could be an emergency. My, uh, my boyfriend-" she shut her eyes, shaking her head. "Sorry, you don't want to hear that," she said, answering her phone, "Steve, are you okay?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, Molly," he took a deep breath, "Nick wants me to report to S.H.I.E.L.D to defend against Loki." Molly frowned on the other end. She knew, of course, what fighting in World War II did to him. The idea of him going to fight again made her uneasy. "Okay," she said, cradling the phone between her head and shoulder and working on the order that was waiting, "When do you have to leave?"

"Monday."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Okay, can I come over tonight when I'm done with work?"

"Yes, of course. Please, do."

"Okay," she said, clicking off her phone. Taking a deep breath, Molly turned back to her customer. "Here you go," she said with a forced smile, "Have a nice day." The man smiled, turned, and left, leaving the distressed girl alone. If Steve had to do any actual fighting, god knows what it would do to him... But she was being ridiculous, Steve could hold his own. Hopefully.

At the end of her shift, Molly hopped onto the subway, nervously tapping her foot all 7 stops. She stepped off the train and onto the crowded platform, weaving through people left and right. Her sneakers hit the pavement a bit too fast, and she skidded out of the station and onto the sidewalk. Zipping down a few streets and then around a corner, the girl arrived at Steve's apartment building. She waved a quick hello to the doorman, and slid into the elevator. The doors opened to the eighth floor, and she exited into the carpeted hallway with quiet footsteps, pulling her keys out of her bag. She came to Steve's door, and with a click, opened the lock. "Molly?" came his voice from the kitchen, "Is that you?"

"Yeah." Her bag hit the floor with a thud, and she entered into the living room, where he could usually be found. The two walked straight in to an embrace. "I can't believe you're going." said Molly, "This sucks." She pressed her nose into his shoulder and closed her eyes, exhausted. "And I'm not so sure you going to battle... or whatever... is a good idea."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked, twiddling a bit of her hair between his fingers.

"I'm just worried about you. I don't like the idea of you going back to war or... battle or whatever you want to call it."

"I don't want you worrying about me, I'll be absolutely fine."

"You don't know that. I know what the war did to you, I mean-," she pulled away, "jeez, what about Peggy and Bucky?"

"Molly, you know you're the only girl for me and-"

"That isn't what I mean! You've lost so much already, I'm not too excited about you running off to fight off god knows what! People are going to get hurt and I know you're going to blame yourself and-!"

"Molly, please calm down," Steve said quietly, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Everything's gonna be fine as long as you have a little faith in me, okay?"

"Steve, of course I have faith in you, I just want to keep you safe and in the apartment." Simultaneously, the two let out a small laugh. Molly pulled Steve back into a hug. "I'm sorry, I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"No, no, don't apologize. I understand."

"Okay. Good. I don't want to spend tonight arguing."

"Neither do I." He kissed her forehead, causing a smile to creep across the girl's face. She reached to take his hands.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No. Have you?"

"Nope." Molly padded over to the phone and dialed. As it rung, she looked at Steve and mouthed; Pizza? Steve nodded, grinning.

She hung up the phone and plopped down on the couch, motioning for Steve to join her. He sat and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she slid an arm behind his back, leaning her head on his chest. They sat like that in silence for a while until the doorbell rang. Steve answered the door, and Molly put plates and napkins down on the table. He paid the delivery guy, and tossed Molly two cans of soda, and she set them down with the plates. Steve cleared his stuff off of the table and set down the pizza, while Molly dug around in the movies.

"What do you want to watch tonight?"

"Do you have a preference?"

"Nope."

"Hmm... What's that one with the man whose wife passes away and they-"

"We Bought a Zoo?"

"Oh, yeah."

"You want to watch that again?"

"If it's okay with you."

"God, you are so adorable," Molly said, smirking as she retrieved the DVD from the cabinet. She popped it into the player and settled down on the couch. "This one's your favorite isn't it? We have to get you to watch some manly movies."

"I was born close to like 90 years ago, give me a break." Steve said, poking her in the ribs. A yelp escaped Molly's lips as she jerked upwards, whacking her head directly into Steve's. She turned around slowly.

"Ooooh my god. Oh my god Steve. Steve, I am so sorry."

"Jeez Molly, you've got quite a skull there."

"Is it bleeding? Is it broken? Oh my god Steve, is it broken?"

"No, no it's fine honey," he said, pinching his nose. "It's- it's okay, Moll."

"I'm getting ice, it'll be fine," she called from the kitchen, "Right. Yeah it'll be okay."

"Molly," Steve said with a chuckle, "I'm okay." She returned with a towel filled with ice, pressing it against his nose. "Will you relax?" he said, his voice muffled, "I'm fine. You worry to much."

"Ssh." she hissed, "You're going to make it worse. I'm so sorry, Steve." He gently placed his hands over her own, moving from his face.

"Moll, what's the matter?" he asked, lacing his fingers in hers. She sighed.

"I just really don't want anything bad to happen to you. Especially on my account."

"Moll, you're joking."

"What?"

"You can't be serious. I mean... you're the best thing that has happened to me since I woke up here. One bonk to the nose isn't going to change that." She grinned, kissing his temple.

"Stand up, I want to hug you."

Steve laughed, obliging. She wrapped her arms around him, and he slipped his arms over her shoulders.

"I love you." Steve said quietly, "I love you so much."

"I love you too." she reached up and kissed him quickly, and then pulled him back down onto the couch to start the movie. He slid an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him, taking a moment just to look at him. There was no denying he was attractive, but there was something comforting in his face too. She was certainly going to miss that. They had the weekend, and then he was gone.