We pulled up to the gates at one in the morning, both of us exhausted. It was a struggle to walk up and unlock the gates without falling asleep. Capsicle took one look at me stumbling back to the car and took the wheel. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of his first drive in seventy years being done in my car, but he was far more awake than I. All in all, it would be safer if he drove, I decided. The minute I sat in the car, I was out like a light. When we had parked in the garage, he gently shook me awake and helped me out of the car and up the stairs. I showed him his room and my room.

"Unless something is on fire, don't even think about waking me up before noon. There ought to be food in the pantry and after I wake up we'll go to the grocery store and I'll cook, alright?"

"Yes ma'am. That sounds fine."

"Another thing- don't call me ma'am. I'm younger than you, I'm not married, and I'm a virgin. My name is Ana."

"Yes Ana. That sounds fine."

Thank you. Sleep tight."

"Goodnight."

Morning came far too soon. I woke up at 5, just like at S.H.I.E.L.D., and tried to go back to sleep with little success. By 7 I had called it quits and dragged myself to the kitchen to make coffee. Ah, coffee. No sugar, just French vanilla coffee and milk. Yummy.

However, when I entered the kitchen, coffee had already been brewed. I poured myself a cup and took a sip. For all of Capsicle's many annoying characteristics, the man made a top-notch cup of coffee. Strong as an ox and black as sin, just the way I like it. He immediately became less annoying after I poured a second cup. By the third cup, I was in love.

Just kidding. He was still a pain in the neck.

At any rate, as I was finishing my third cup, Capsicle walked in. He was glowing with energy, while I was still clinging to the coffee for dear life. Turns out that he had just run a marathon. In 32 minutes and 17 seconds. And was disappointed in himself, because he "could have done better."

I was incredibly jealous. Here he was, able to do all these amazing things, constantly polite, heroic, chivalrous, and talented, and I was unable to light a candle properly half of the time, with or without magic.

Capsicle disrupted my internal grumblings by asking about going to Mass because it was Sunday. I hadn't been to Mass since Grams's funeral. It was high time for me to drag my lazy rear over to the church. Two years was long enough to mope around.

"Sure, just let me get ready. Does the nine o'clock work for you? We can drop by the grocery store on the way home and I'll pick up whatever you want me to make for breakfast."

"It sounds killer-diller, ma'a- Ana."

I ran upstairs, made myself presentable, grabbed my purse and headed out the door. Steve came out, swinging my keys on his finger.

"Forgetting something?"

"Thanks, you're the best. Pass me the keys, please!"

"I'll drive. I may be a super-soldier, but I'm still mortal. You drive like the devil is on your heels. It's terrifying."

"I do not! I drive with purpose."

"With the purpose of killing us? No thank you."

I tried to get the keys from him, but no luck. He was a good four inches taller than me at 6'2, and he had long arms. I was not a particularly small woman, but he had the advantage. After several minutes of jumping up and down trying to grab the keys, I huffed and sat in the passenger's side. He slid into the driver's seat and had me call out directions. We arrived at church just as the last seats were being filled.

During mass, he was extremely quiet and respectful, especially since the responses had changed quite a bit since the 1940's. Back in his day, it was all in Latin. I wondered what he thought of the change. Everything was different nowadays. I had to at least try to be nice to him. It had to be hard to wake up in the future with a bratty teenager as your guide. All of his friends were dead. His family was dead. It sucked to be him.

With that thought, mass was over. We hopped into the car and, acting on impulse, I gave him a hug.

"I.. uh,..."

What? Cat's got your tongue? I can be a decent person, you know."

"I never said that you were indecent, definitely not indecent. I mean..."

"Capsicle? Shut up."

He blushed. I grinned. A few minutes later, we arrived at the grocery store and began shopping. I put him in charge of the meal plan, which was a mistake. Not a single curry or salad, but instead apple pie, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, corned beef and cabbage, fried chicken, ham, pickles, scrapple, eggs, and all the sorts of food I didn't make very often. If I cooked the way he liked for any real amount of time, I wouldn't be able to close my pants!

"How much do you normally eat, Cap?"

"Several plates full. Why do you ask?"

"Because we have three carts full of food to last us a week."

"It's the serum."

"Okie dokes. After this, we're doing our shopping at Costco. We'll need to buy in bulk if we don't want to go shopping every day."

"What's a Costco?"

"A place that sells milk in a three pack."

"Good idea."