Two Days after the Battle of New York...

New York was quiet, a rare accordance despite its name as the city that never sleeps. New York had begun to rebuild from the attack of the Chitari. S.H.I.E.L.D. is leading the way in the relief efforts, Stark Industries followed. The Avengers, the team of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes. They appeared and disappeared as quick as they came. Tony Stark went to work on rebuilding New York. Thor had taken Loki to Asgard to pay for his crimes. Bruce Banner left and went back to a third world country. The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that had fought with the Avengers went back to their duties. Clinton Barton and Natasha Romanoff were back at what they did best. The Last Avenger, Captain America was nowhere to be found. He went back to his apartment in New York. Happy to find that it wasn't destroyed.

The early morning sun was already above most of the buildings, and its rays were shining through Steve's apartment window that was next to his desk. He himself was sitting at the desk in the chair that had wheels attached to it. He was on his laptop, which he had learned to use months ago. He was reading the news. He had made himself breakfast and ate it as he read articles about some of the most pressing topics of the day. One of the three he read was about a family called the Kardashians, he also read an article on a new satellite, there was another article about the Battle of New York, but he skipped that one. He liked the one with the satellite compared to the family called Kardashians.

Steve turned off the laptop and leaned back, his ribs ached slightly, he had taken a blast of energy from a Chitari gun to the gut during the battle. He rested his hand on his hurt ribs and closed his eyes, he could still hear the people screaming. He opened his eyes and they stopped, he let a long breath leave him as he grabbed his plate and stood. He walked out of his room, through the hallway making sure to step over the creaky floor board, and entered the main living area. He looked at his kitchen, clean as usual, he never did let anything get too dirty, although he did see Dr. Enwine write down that he kept things too clean. He walked into his kitchen and he let a soft breath leave him as he turned on the water. He let it get hot and he put his dishes from the day before and the one he just used and began to wash them. The hot water rushed over the dishes and his fingers burned slightly from the heat, but he cleaned the plates as he got used to the hot water. He liked hot water, he wasn't a fan of cold water. He could handle a pool, or other water just nothing below freezing. He began washing his fork that he had just used when he had a sudden feeling that someone was in the apartment. He turned and Nick Fury was sitting in his dining room. He lowered his shoulders and relaxed, eh turned back toward the sink "Forget to use the door?" Steve asked annoyed with the lack of manners.

"Well the door was open" Fury stated calmly from the table and he made no indication of moving.

"Still could have knocked" Steve said, finishing his fork and laying out to dry on the towel laying next tot he sink. He turned to Fury as he turned off the water "But you didn't"

Fury put his hands up lazily, Steve could tell he didn't care "I'll knock next time"

Steve dried his hands and walked over toward him. Fury watched him take a seat. "You ok?" he asked

Steve glared at him and hid the fact that his ribs bothered him again "Fine, S.H.I.E.L.D. still wanting to make weapons?"

Fury scoffed and chuckled "Everyone is always making weapons Captain"

"What do you want?" Steve asked simply

Fury leaned back in his chair "To give you options Captain"

Steve sat there and waited for him to talk "And?"

Fury slightly raised and eyebrow at his annoyance. "You could stay here" he said looking around the apartment "and do what you did for a year. You could try and live a normal life in any city you want to. You can return to duty for the Unites State's Army. You can do what ever you want to do, or you could join S.H.I.E.L.D. and help us defend the world and brush up on some new ways of fighting"

Steve sat there in silence and Fury watched him closely. He hoped that he did join S.H.I.E.L.D., but he would respect his decision if he didn't. Steve nodded but stayed quiet. What did he want to do? He had options, clearly, but he didn't know what he wanted. He did want to serve, but he still wasn't sure how he could. Sure do what he did two days ago, but he fought aliens, it wasn't Nazis. Then if he joined S.H.I.E.L.D. he didn't know that kind of world, it would all be unknown to him. From what he's learned, there's no easy target that can be called bad guys. It's all about agendas now. Although he was sure there was agendas back in the forties as well, there will always be agendas. He could so some good though, maybe he could just throw himself back in and serve, then again he hadn't live normally in a long time, technically a year. Actually more like a few years, the war was a difficult time too. He didn't know what to do.

Fury exhaled softly as he stared at him as he was unreadable, eh had no idea what was going on in his head. Fury was beginning to notice the awkward silence. He began to stand, and Steve finally spoke "Join S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Fury nodded a she looked down at him "Yes"

"Or live normally?"

"There is always the Army" Fury added

Steve looked at the table and nodded, he stayed silent. Fury began to walk away, when he got to the door he turned and looked at the soldier "I'll give you a week to decide, that's when the Helicarrier is leaving New York bay"

Steve listened to the door close and he was alone in his apartment. He listened to the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. He slightly scoffed and he swallowed as he leaned back in his chair and he sighed. He looked at his hands as they rested on the table, he glanced over and he saw the file that had haunted him since he opened it, laying on a pile of papers. He swallowed uncomfortably as he saw Peggy's picture in his head. He looked away and stared at the table. He clenched his jaw slightly and he looked over at the phone.