"Well, since we're sharing a meal together, I should introduce myself. Steve Rogers, Miss." He held his hand out politely to shake hers after she had come back around to where he was standing.

"June Auld." She was slightly perplexed by his manners, but held out her hand to shake his. Her petite fingers were engulfed by his strong, wide palms and it was only then she realized the size difference between the two of them. He was over a half a foot taller than she was, probably more. She was petite with small hands, wrists and arms, but he was tall, broad, and muscular. He makes me look like a child, she thought.

He gave her a wide smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, June. Please sit." He motioned for her to sit on the chair she was standing next to, while he sat on the edge of the couch nearest to her.

She sat and reached for the bags, pulling the boxes of food out and looking at the labels. Apparently, there were two of each entrees and side dishes, making it easy to divvy up between the two of them. As she was pulling the chopsticks out to demonstrate how to hold them, she spoke. "So, Steve, how do you not know how to eat-" She stopped as the sudden realization dawned on her. "You're Captain America." She stated bluntly, before blushing profusely and covering her mouth with her hand.

He began to chuckle, but she was mortified. "Oh my gosh, that was so rude of me! I am so sorry for blurting that out!"

Giving her a kind smile, he responded, "Really, it's okay. I've seen much worse reactions from people lately. You have no reason to be embarrassed, it wasn't rude."

Slowly the pink drained from her cheeks. "Well, thanks, I suppose. Here, how about I show you how to hold these chopsticks?" She was eager to change the subject.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea." He said happily, reaching out to take the pair of sticks wrapped in paper she was holding out to him. "Although a fork would be much easier for me to use, let alone understand..." He trailed off, trying to keep the smile from returning to his face.

She laughed. "I tell you what, I'll show you how to use these and if it's too hard," she paused, pulling plastic wrapped disposable forks out of the bag, "I'll give you these and we can forget the chopsticks?"

"Deal."

As June began to show Steve how to position his fingers and the correct way to hold the wooden stick between them, she couldn't ward off the contagious laughter. He made her smile easily, apparently having a sunny disposition despite not knowing much about the outside world. When he continuously failed at using the chopsticks, she laughed and threw up her hands. "You win!"

He picked up the plastic utensil and began to unwrap it. "I hate to ask," He began, "but could you tell me what this food is?" He gave her a nervous glance, wishing he knew the answer so he didn't have to admit more about what he didn't know.

"Not at all!" She replied brightly. She began to point to each of the boxes, explaining in detail what each one included and how they were prepared. He watched her adamantly, paying close attention to her descriptions. Glancing at her face instead of the food, he became entranced by her varying facial expressions. How she scrunched her nose when describing an ingredient she wasn't particularly fond of, or the way her eyes lit up when she explained which dish was her favorite. When she stopped and smiled at him, he brought his thoughts back to the conversation.

"Ready to eat?" She asked, waiting for him.

"Definitely." He responded, returning her smile. They were contagious coming from this girl, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

In his lab, Tony Stark sat in front of a large screen that displayed a live feed from the lounge several floors below. Tossing popcorn into his mouth with his feet kicked up on the desk, he avidly watched the two people interacting before him. The doors to his left suddenly slid open and Pepper Potts strode in, engrossed in her blackberry. She looked up at him, startled when she realized he was sitting in front of her.

"Tony, what are you doing in here? I thought you were supposed to have lunch with Steve today?" She glanced at the small watch on her wrist. "Yes, you should be at lunch with him right now according to what I put on your calendar." She gave him a pointed look.

Without a word, he pointed at the screen in front of him before tossing another handful of popcorn in his mouth. Pepper walked over with a suspicious look. "Is that Steve in the lounge? Who is he with?" She peered closer to the video feed.

"Delivery girl." Tony mumbled over a mouthful, watching the two laughing before tapping his finger to the glass screen so he could increase the volume.

"Tony," Pepper began becoming impatient, "why is the delivery girl eating lunch with Steve?" She turned and narrowed her eyes at him, ready for an outlandish excuse.

"I paid her to."

"You did what?" Pepper threw her hands in the air. "You cannot bribe a delivery girl to have lunch with someone, Tony!"

"Well, I did. And obviously, it worked. Look at him, Pepper." He pointed to the screen and continued on. "I haven't seen him laugh or smile this much in..." He trailed off. "Ever."

Pepper softened. "Well, he does seem to be having a good time..."

"See? We were all getting sick of the big, surly Captain being such a downer. I've seen that girl deliver food here before. She's practically a ball of sunshine; half the guards on the first floor are smitten with her. Trust me, Pepper, I'm always right."

"You planned this, didn't you?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Yep." He replied simply, leaning back in his chair and tossing a piece of popcorn in the air before catching it in his mouth. "Now sit down and watch with me."

Back in the lounge, June was laughing adamantly as Steve told her a vivid story about his futile attempts to use a blender.

"Since no one was around and I hadn't read the directions all the way through, I didn't think to put the lid on it before pressing the button. So, naturally, it practically explodes and I get coated in this mixture that the recipe called for. And the noise..." He continued on, gesturing wildly with his hands and laughing at the memory. While Tony would make fun of him, or Pepper would pat him on the shoulder with a look similar to pity at his inability to use 21st century items, this girl could laugh with him. Strangely, he wasn't embarrassed to retell the story with June, whereas he felt anyone else in Stark Tower would judge him...

His thoughts trailed off when he heard bells ringing from the pocket of June's jacket. Pausing his tale, he watched as she pulled out what he assumed was a cell phone. From the looks of it, it was similar to the ones he saw Tony and Pepper using, and as she swiped her finger across the glass, he recognized the action. Definitely a cell phone.

"Oh my gosh! I've been here for two hours! I need to head back to the restaurant!" She exclaimed suddenly. "I guess time flies when you're having fun." She gave him a smile as she stood, gathering the few things she had with her.

As she stood, so did he. "I think you're right." He returned her smile. "Thank you for having lunch with me today." He began walking her to the door.

She smiled shyly at him. "Thank you for the stories. I had fun."

Wringing his hands behind his back he asked, "May I accompany you out?"