"Sir, here is the file on Dr. Foster you requested."

The director took what the agent handed him and frowned when his hand met a second file. "What's the second one?"

"The file on Darcy Lewis, Foster's assistant. I thought you might like it as well."

"Is there anything alarming in it?"

"No, sir."

"Then why the fuck would I care about some assistant?"

"Rogers! Hey Rogers, slow down." Steve turned the corner, hoping to avoid the abrasive genius. After an incident that had almost cost thousands of lives because the team was too scattered to respond quickly, Fury had firmly requested that they live closer together. He understood the need to keep the team close, and was grateful to Stark for providing a place for the them to live, but that did not mean he wanted to spend any more time around the other man than necessary. He quickened his pace, hoping to make it to the elevators before he got caught.

"Master Stark wishes to discuss an important matter with you, Captain Rogers. If you would remain in your current location, he will join you shortly."

He sighed. "Sure, Jarvis." He generally appreciated Jarvis. The AI was useful in deciphering the constant stream of pop culture references that bombarded him but ultimately Jarvis's loyalties were to Stark; which was annoying because there was not one inch of the tower that Jarvis was not linked to. He tossed a longing glance at the elevators. So close.

"Please accept my sincere apology for interrupting your escape, sir." At least he was polite about it.

Stark rounded the corner "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Sorry, I completely missed you yelling at the top of your lungs."

Stark frowned and ignored his quip. "I need a favor. Shield wants Bruce and I to work with Thor's lady friend on her rainbow bridge machine. I'm having a floor renovated into suites for them but until then they need somewhere to stay. Foster and Selvig will take the rooms in Thor's suite, since he's not here to use them, but I need somewhere to stash her assistant."

"There isn't anywhere else you could put him?" Steve did not mind helping people but he valued his privacy. He found living in this age exhausting and his suite was the one place he could relax.

"There isn't a guest room in the penthouse and Bruce is out for obvious reasons. I can't ask Barton and Romanov because they're on a mission. I could just stick Lewis in one of their rooms anyway but I don't think Foster will appreciate me getting her assistant murdered in the middle of the night. That leaves you. It will only be for a week or two"

He sighed, "I guess I can handle a couple of weeks."

"Great! They get in tonight." Stark grinned and headed back the way he came, "try to be... tolerable."

Steve did not like the look on Stark's face as he walked off. "Why do I feel like I'm missing something?"

"Your file says the serum improved your mental capabilities, sir."

Steve winced at the round-about confirmation. Oh well, there was no avoiding it now. "I have a meeting at headquarters today and I plan on spending some time in the gym. I'll be back late. Just let him in and tell him which room to use."

"As you wish, sir."

When he woke the next morning, he could hear faint music coming from the main room. He lay still for a moment and listened. He liked it. He would have to ask who the group was. He had not explored modern music beyond some of Stark's that Jarvis had played for him. Most of it had been unpleasant. He got out of bed and padded out to the main room. The refrigerator door was open, concealing his temporary roommate. "I like your music," he said.

"I only listen to their early stuff." The door closed to reveal a very curvy girl. Her curly hair tumbled from a messy bun. She wore a t-shirt, sweats that sat low on her hips and white fuzzy slippers shaped like bear claws. "they started sucking after... Holy hunk of hottie, Batman!"

His eyes had stuck on the band of skin peeking out between her shirt and pants before her exclamation brought him back to his senses. "What?" Steve asked half in response to what she had said and half from the shock of finding a female in his apartment. Had Lewis brought his girlfriend with him?

"Batman is a fictional character who used a costume to fight crime. He had a sidekick called Robin who would often express surprise in such a fashion. Examples include 'Holy bill of rights, Batman' and 'Holy, oleo'. Would you like me to upload some episodes for you to watch."

He ignored the AI and asked, "why are you here?"

Her eyes, which had drifted down to his chest, snapped up to his face."I just went where the disembodied voice told me to go."

He remembered the instructions he had given the AI, "but you're a dame... um, girl. Woman!"He winced and shut his mouth before he could embarrass himself further.

The girl quirked her eyebrow at him and looked down the front of her shirt. "So that's what those are! Thanks for clearing that up."

"No, I..." he gritted his teeth and took a breath. Damn Stark. "He said your name was Lewis"

"It is. Darcy Lewis." She replied as she moved forward and offered her hand. "I thought you were expecting me?"

He shook the offered hand. "No. Well, yes, I was expecting someone, just not...um," he paused, uncertain how to finished that sentence.

"Me?" She nodded solemnly, "I tend to have that effect on people. You like french toast?"

"What?"

"You like that word don't you? French toast. Bread dipped in egg and fried, topped with your choice of fruit and/or syrup."

His stomach growled. He pushed aside his agitation over the situation. There was not anything he could do about it until he talked to Stark and as long as she was offering to feed him... "That sounds really good. You want some help?"

"Hmm?" She was staring at his chest again and he realized he was half-naked.

"Oh! Sorry, I'll go put a shirt on."

"That's probably for the best."

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Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, JARVIS, Nick Fury (c) Marvel