Steve awoke to the sound of Duke Ellington crooning at him from his bedside table. Rubbing his hands over his face, he rolled his body towards the sound and squinted his tired eyes at the rectangular contraption Pepper had given him. It had few buttons, but he could never remember which one shut the sound off. After a few tries, the sound ceased, and he sat up and tossed his legs over the side of the bed.

Another day in a world I don't understand. He thought to himself.

Shortly after he had moved in to Stark Tower, Steve had purchased a simple alarm clock. The next morning he shot out of bed with a rush of adrenaline due to the loud, incessant beeping that reminded him of the bomb alarms he knew during the 1940's. Not understanding how to turn it off, he ripped the cord out of the wall and threw it across the room for good measure, eyeing it with distaste. Hearing the commotion, Pepper had frantically knocked on his door, questioning if he was okay. By the next morning, she had set up this electronic music player with music she thought he would like instead. He hadn't asked, but thanked her profusely, more than appreciative of her observant nature. She was so much easier to deal with than Tony, who unfortunately seemed to be her other half. He sighed again, knowing that he would be lost without the two of them, so that in turn meant ignoring how frustrating Stark was, no matter what.

Shaking of his thoughts, Steve stood and stretched his muscles before heading to the closet to change into his workout clothing. The only thing keeping him sane in this new world he was living in was a reliable routine that didn't change.

More change only made him anxious.

On his floor in Stark Tower, Tony had designed him his own gym to workout in, complete with a small running track and a boxing ring. Steve had a feeling Pepper had discouraged him from putting any high tech machines in, which he was sure Tony had wanted to do because the man was practically walking technology. He snorted at the thought, remembering Howard's interest in mechanics and technology back during the war. Like father, like son. Steve thought to himself with a laugh.

How Pepper had discouraged him from filling the gym up with those machines and gadgets, he'll never know, but he was again thankful for Pepper being around. Instead it was filled with weights and benches, easy for him to use on his own. If there was one thing he hated to do now after everything had settled down was to ask for more help. He felt like a baby.

Without wasting any time, Steve walked to his gym and began to wrap his hands to practice on the punching bag that hung from the ceiling.

A few hours later, Steve was almost done with his workout, already running three miles on the track, lifting weights, and alternating back to the punching bag. His focus was broken when Tony Stark sauntered into the gym with a nonchalant look.

"Hey Cap. You hungry? You must be after a routine that could rival what Point Break does every day. Seriously, you are a beast. Not like Banner though. Ha!" He didn't wait for Steve to answer, as usual, and was too busy chuckling at his own joke.

"Sure, Tony. I could eat. Did you want to get lunch?" Steve stopped punching, deciding that he may as well stop since his regimen was all but done anyways. As he was unwrapping the tape from his knuckles, he looked up at Tony.

"Yeah, I'll order in. Pepper's gone and JARVIS isn't too great for social company so I thought we could, you know, get something." He replied, waving a hand through the air as he wandered throughout the gym, checking out the things scattered about through the room. "That, and Pepper said you need to socialize more." He added as an afterthought.

Steve sighed. Pepper, always trying to save the world, one life at a time. "I need to shower. Can you wait?"

Again, Tony waved him off, this time walking towards the door. "Don't worry. I'll order, you shower. It'll be here by the time you get to the lounge." With that, he was out the door.

June Auld climbed off the seat of her Vespa and carefully pulled out the boxes of Asian cuisine that had been ordered from someone within Stark Tower. It wasn't unusual for her to deliver from the restaurant she worked at to Stark Tower, being a popular restaurant in the neighborhood meant she knew most of the buildings on this street fairly well.

The instructions written on the receipt directed her to take the elevator to the 40th floor, where it would be picked up. Strange, she thought, usually I just leave it at the reception desk on the first floor.

Not one to question it, she walked to the elevators after the guards at the front desk waved her on.

The elevator took her up to the 40th floor, and the doors opened with a whoosh and a soft ding. She walked out and down the short marble hallway away from the bay of elevators. Once she turned the corner, in front of her was a reception area with an empty desk, with double doors made of glass to the left labeled LOUNGE in etching. Not sure where to go, since she didn't see anyone, she turned around and thought about taking the food back down to the first floor. Before she could decide, a second elevator sounded and she peered back around the corner, seeing if it was someone who may be able to help her.

It was.

It was Tony Stark himself.

Upon seeing her, his face lit up. "There you are! Listen, I have to run, so I need you to take this food into the lounge, through the double doors in there. Give it to the old guy." He pointed in the general direction as he dug through the pockets of his suit. Finally finding what he was looking for, he pulled out his wallet and grabbed a bill.

He stuck it in her hands, which both held bags of food, and turned on his heel. "Keep the change!"

She looked down. It was a hundred dollar bill. "What? You overpaid me! This is too much!" She called after him.

He chuckled before getting into an elevator. "No, it's not. Trust me." With a wink, he was gone.

Baffled, June turned around and walked slowly through the reception area and pushed the glass doors open. A man, no older than she could be, sat on a leather couch reading through a magazine. The moment she was in the room, his eyes found her and he stood up.

"I, uh, was directed by Tony Stark to bring this in here to an older gentleman?" She looked around, no old man like Tony had instructed. Just this guy, tall, blond, young. Muscular. She shook her head, not needing the distraction.

She didn't miss the way the man in front of her rolled his eyes, like he knew what she was talking about. "He's got a unique sense of humor. Is he on his way?" He asked her politely, still standing.

June spotted a glass coffee table and walked around the couch to set the food down. "Umm, no, I'm sorry. He said that he had to run and that I should bring this in to you. He paid me and left. Have a good day." She turned and began to walk away.

When she got to the door and was reaching to open it, his voice stopped her. "Wait!" He exclaimed and she turned, his voice slightly panicked as he peered through the bags. "How am I supposed to eat this?"

She tried to stifle her laughter. "The chopsticks are in the bag."

He looked uncomfortable as he ran a hand over his hair. "Could you, maybe, show me?"

"Uhhh…" She trailed off, unsure if he was serious. His nervousness assured her that he was. What kind of a person doesn't understand how to eat Asian food?

He looked at her with pleading eyes. "If Tony said he wouldn't be here, you can eat his food. He won't be back for hours and won't even remember. Please. I need your help."

He was her last delivery of the afternoon, so she had the time to spare. Shrugging, she agreed. "Why not?"