I know its pretty sappy for the first 3 (ish) chapters but it gets better for all you non romantics. ill do my best to incorporate plenty of comedy and action. stay tuned and ENJOY! :)

Steve sat down in the cushioned chair next to the record player and flipped though his stack for his newest vinyl he had added to his collection. After only five months scouring antique stores (and quite a bit of help from Coulson) he was only six away from completely recreating his record collection. He looked at the soft, worn cover of the album Bucky found him. The colors were faded and had a warmer tone to them what he remembered seeing in store windows it looking like when the record came out as a kid but he had it. and it was one of his most prized possessions then, and it was now.

He slipped the disk on the player and listened blissfully to the familiar crackle of the vinyl. He tuned in carefully as the trumpet began but was interrupted by a gasp followed by sobbing that had leaked through the thin walls his apartment.

Sharon

All Steve could do was assume the worst as smoothly rushed to his bedroom and grabbed his shield by its cold steely red rim and slapped it securely to his fore arm as he rushed out the door. His mind raced through the possibilities of what she might have found that would put the, usually calm in the face of danger, agent 13, in such a panic.

The door burst into large splinters and he rammed through it to find Sharon's delicate figure curled into a ball on her bathroom floor. Her blonde hair in-between her fingers and her face hidden by her palms. But this still couldn't hide her uncontrollable shaking as she sobbed into her hands.

"Sharon what happen!? Are you hurt?" Steve spoke with an authoritarian and almost fatherly tone but lightly laced with fear.

She looked at him without words, only tears and a look that asked him just to hold her because that was all he could do.

He lowered himself to the cold tile floor and placed his shield, star side down, next to him. He gently reached his arm behind her and pulled her close to him as she rested her head on his chest. He sat there in dumbfounded silence as she wept. All he could think of was she looked beautiful even with thin streaks of mascara running down her red flushed cheeks.

He contemplated kissing the top of her soft wavy hair as the sweet smell of her perfume wafted to him. But he couldn't complicate things between them. He couldn't allow her the stress of a relationship on top of all those he just sat, with his arm across her turned out side.

"Sharon?" he spoke in a soft whisper, "are you okay?"

She looked at his upturned eyebrows and handsome chiseled features, it was the first time he had ever looked venerable.

"I… I…" she tried to push past the painful knot in her thought but it seemed more difficult than she thought. only allowing stuttering broken fragments of the words she was trying the utter. Until finally she was able to push the words past her lips.