Jade was used to noise, smog, and the diverse types of people she would see on any given day. People in the city walked like they had a purpose, with their head straight forward and determined. It was both inspirational and draining.

Still, she didn't expect the highlight of her mornings to be talking to a random guy she met on the train. The past two weeks she hopped out of bed early enough to pick out what she was going to wear and practically checked each one of her curls to see that they were defined nicely. It had become something in routine for her, and she'd always find him in the same spot on the train wearing the same brown leather jacket. She was a little surprised that things hadn't gone past the train. Their conversations started out as awkward, but she was positive it was an attempt at flirting. That's what she was going for anyway.

Standing near the tracks, Jade paced waiting for her usual train. She was trying hard to focus on not being nervous because she spent the last couple of days building up the courage to actually move things along with him. Over analyzing situations was one of her greatest talents, though she'd mastered looking chill on the outside.

The blast of wind from the incoming train blew her curls in every direction as she held her dress down. Stepping through the doors, Jade made her way to the mid section of the cart to see Steve sitting in his seat and holding two cups of coffee. His eyes automatically found hers and he gave a welcoming smile as he carefully lifted up one of the cups.

Taking her place next to him, she couldn't help but return a smile back to him.

"I thought I'd bring you a coffee, since we're always here so early in the morning. Unless you don't like coffee, then I could always bring you something else. " she took the cup from him and shook her head.

"Steve, this is perfect, and really sweet. Thank you." he looked visibly more relieved and she couldn't help but laugh to herself. At least she knew both of them were equally as nervous. They sipped their drinks for a few moments in silence and sat comfortably next to each other. But, she knew she wanted to get her question out sooner rather than later.

"You know, I never gave you my number." she said turning to face him. Steve's expression was an interesting mix of surprise and confusion.

"Your number…right… to call you. I should've asked for that a while ago."

"Its cool Steve. I can put my number in you phone if you want." He mentally cursed himself after realizing he didn't even have one of those cellphones people walk around with. All he had was the one back at his apartment.

"Actually, I… forgot mine. Here, I have paper." Taking out his sketchbook, he started to open it to the first couple of pages but realized he'd been doing drawings of her for the past couple of weeks. Quickly ripping off the edge of a page, he handed her one of his pencils. He silently watched her jotting down the digits and folding the small piece to give back to him.

"You should text me, you still owe me that date, remember?"

"I do." Steve looked down at the paper and grinned as she started leaving for her stop on the train. This time, he'd make sure that this date actually happened. He figured he spent enough of his energy beating himself up over past promises he knew he couldn't keep.

The only way to quiet most of the lingering flashbacks was repeatedly punching the filling out of a punching bag. Director Fury's new assignment felt like it was bringing back all of the things he thought he defeated in his past. He knew he wasn't going to be able to stay out of the fight. At least now that he was officially working for the government again he could probably upgrade from a landline.