Felicity hated moving. It drove her crazy to pack things up after she had gotten settled. She knew that living in D.C. was temporary but she had gotten used to taking walks along the Mall and getting to know her neighbors. Her job was rewarding and she got to work with the Avengers—mostly Steve but it was had been a good change of scenery for her. John had come to see her after visiting with his cousin in Baltimore and they had a chance to spend time together.

"Are you enjoying it out here, Felicity?' John asked as he handed her a napkin. Instead of staying in, they had decided to go to a food truck rally.

She bit into her burger and thought about it. It wasn't Big Belly but it would do. "At first, I was nervous. One email from Tony Stark and I move across the country to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. I had no idea if it was going to work but I couldn't imagine doing anything else right now." She grinned broadly.

"You know this was supposed to be a temporary thing, right?" John asked taken a sip from his soda. "6 months and then you said you'd come back to Star City."

"I know, John! And I am! Promise. I even get to work with some of the Avengers from time to time. Agent Romanoff is surprisingly much nicer than you would think but I still think she could kill me and get away with it. Don't tell our friend but Agent Barton has a whole cache of trick arrows. I may be able to come up with something similar for Oliver but not alike—Agent Barton is particular about things like that."

John laughed loudly and shook his head. "Somehow I think he would be too. So, aside from working at S.H.I.E.L.D, what else have you doing? You are getting out, right? Seeing the sights?"

Felicity looked at him with a shrug. "First, you make it sound like a prison sentence. Second, I'm getting out as much as I can. I've been to the Smithsonian a lot. Steve's-I mean the Captain America exhibit is really interesting. Did you know that he was rejected before they let him in? The story goes that Dr. Erskine heard him talking with Sergeant Barnes and decided that he would help him. The rest, as they say, is history." She looked at John who was looking at her with an amused look on his face. "What? Do I have ketchup on my face?"

"No, Felicity, not at all. Just that I haven't seen your face light up like that in a long time."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just that when you mentioned Captain Rogers, your face lit up. It's good to see it."

"He's just my friend, John."

"Uh-huh."

Felicity thought back to the conversation she had with John and countless ones after. Admittedly, the first time she met him, she was a bit star struck. It was Captain America! Once she had really gotten to know him over uniform modifications, walks along the reflecting pool, and late night dinners—she had really gotten to appreciate the man behind the title.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard a small knock at her backdoor. "Steve," she said as she opened the door. "You made it."

He stepped into her doorway, and she had almost forgotten how much he towered over her. "Sam was ready to kick me out of his place. I was going a little stir crazy," he said sheepishly.

"Yeah? You're helping me pack. Manual labor and no reward." She stepped out of the way to let him walk in front of her. She had been so used to seeing him either in uniform or in khakis, it was a shock to see him in jeans and t-shirt.

"No reward?" he asked over his shoulder as he walked towards her kitchen. "I wouldn't say that. I get to spend time with you—helping you move. There was a promise of breakfast and coffee mugs. At least that's what I've been promised."

Felicity grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Then let's get started."

She sat in her living room, going through her DVDs. In the six months since moving to D.C., she had accumulated more movies than she would have time to watch but she didn't think she would be as involved in S.H.I.E.L.D as she had been. She smiled as she found a copy of Rear Window. Over coffee with Steve, she had mentioned that she loved Alfred Hitchcock and had planned to watch some of his movies over the weekend. What had started as a simple conversation had grown into late night pizza and discussion over which movie was better, Rear Window or Birds.

"I may have to revoke that slice of pizza, Rogers," Felicity giggled as he frowned at her. "Birds is a good movie. No argument, but Rear Window is a classic. It messes with your mind and perceptions. Birds is just about pigeons who are having a bad day."

He laughed loudly. "The pigeons were having a bad day." She had to admit that she did enjoy making him laugh even at her expense.

"Clearly. Why else would they attack Tippi Hendren's character in that phone booth? They were angry birds." She finished solemnly with a nod.

Steve looked at her again with wide eyes, and she couldn't hold in her laughter. "If you could see your face right now... I'm sorry I offended your delicate sensibilities."

"Hey," he said, face softening. "They aren't that delicate."

She smiled as she remembered how their night had ended. After falling asleep on his shoulder while they watched the movie, she had woken up to a fresh cup of coffee and a bagel. She never brought it up but she always thought it sweet gesture.

"Felicity," he called to her as he walked into the living room. "I think I found your mug collection." She looked up at him, and immediately her face burned. He was casually drinking out of the Captain America mug that Thea had gotten her as a gag gift when she first moved to D.C.

"Oh, God." She stood up quickly and rushed over to him. "I can explain. Thea, a friend…"

"Tony will be glad to know you have an Iron Man one too." He grinned while he continued to drink out of the mug. Her face grew hotter thinking about what Tony would do with that information.

She reached out to try to take the mug out of his hand and immediately remembered how much he towered over her. "Well?" he asked as he took another sip.

"When Thea found out I was moving to D.C., she thought it would be funny to send me a set of Avengers mugs. It was either that or Iron Man pajamas. Imagine seeing me in something like that…"

With a lopsided grin, he winked at her. "Yeah, imagine that."

She smiled back at him. If she didn't know any better, she'd think that he was flirting with her.

"So, anyway, that's why there are Avengers mugs in the kitchen. Promise that you won't tell Tony about this."

"I dunno, Felicity," he said. "This is a kind of a big deal. He would be thrilled that someone bought those things. I'm sure Tony will be mature about it."

She laughed loudly. "Tony? Mature about this? The same man who calls you Capsicle? Really?"

He seemed to think about it as he continued to sip from the mug. "You're right. You'll never hear the end of it. I'll make a deal with you. I'll keep quiet about this, but only if you let me take care of dinner tonight."

"That's it? I put up most of the dishes so what are you…"

"Hey, I'll take care of it," he said evenly. "So, do we have a deal?"

It would make her evening easier if she didn't have to worry about dinner. "Be honest, you won't say a thing to Tony or anyone else? Not even Nat?"

He placed the mug on the table and took her hand. "More than likely, Nat already knows and I'm always honest."

Felicity sat at her kitchen counter and watched Steve move around her kitchen. While she had been packing her bedroom, he had gone to the store to pick up things for dinner. He wouldn't tell her what he was making, or attempting to make, but promised she would enjoy it.

"What are you making?" she asked while he filled her glass with red wine. He winked at her and turned back to her stove.

"Dinner," he answered as he took a grill pan out of a canvas bag and placed it on the stove. He took out a bag of vegetables and began to cut them. She had never been a good cook. She could slap something together as if she was a contestant on Chopped but she wasn't what anyone would call a decent cook.

"Okay, but what are you cooking for dinner?"

He looked up from the cutting board. "Food." She frowned at him, and he gave her another lopsided grin. "Do you trust me to put together a good meal?"

"That's a silly ques-"

"Well, do you?"

She took another sip of her wine. "Of course, I do."

"Then trust me when I say you'll enjoy dinner. I'll call you when it's ready."

"Fine," she grumbled as she walked away. "But if it's bad— "

"It won't be, Felicity. Promise."

Balancing both plates in his hand, he guided Felicity to the small table in her nook. As she sat down, he placed the plate in front of her with a flourish. "Ta-da," he said as he sat down across from her. She looked at the food strangely and then looked back up at him.

"What's wrong? Is this…" The worry crept into his voice. He couldn't remember if she was a vegan or whatever people called themselves if they didn't eat meat. He didn't think she was.

Her face was a blank slate as she continued to look at him. Suddenly, a smile broke across her face. "I thought you didn't have delicate sensibilities, Steve," she said. He relaxed remembering how she liked to tease him.

"I don't." He smiled back at her. "Are you going to eat or…?"

"I'm going to," she answered as she cut into the steak. "I have to admit, this looks amazing." She took a bite and sighed. "Tastes pretty good too. I think that's the most use my kitchen has gotten since I've been here."

"Too much overtime at work?" It figures as much. As soon as Felicity had gotten used to the inner workings of the R&D lab, she had been placed in charge of several projects including the design of his new uniform. He had overheard Dr. Patrick singing her praises to Fury.

She laughed and the sound of it made him decide that he would try his best to make it happen as much as humanly possible.

"No, I'm just a terrible cook. I am," she said as she took a forkful of the vegetables. "a top-level expert at ordering take out."

"You can't be that bad."

"Oh, but I am, Captain Rogers. Omelets are my nemesis. I may be able to enhance your uniform, add more voltage to the Widow's Bites, but basic breakfast items? Always a failure."

He was thoughtful as he took a sip of wine. "Genius level intellect but can't cook bacon?"

"If you want bacon hard enough for the dry wall, then I'm your girl."

He chuckled. "I guess I'll have to make breakfast for you sometime." As he said it, the implications of his words caught up with him. He didn't mean to sound forward and he was surprised at himself if he was being honest. "I mean—if you want me to," he said quickly, his face growing warm.

Felicity reached across the table and intertwined her fingers with his. It was one of the first things she did when she saw him in the hospital. The feelings he had at the time, which he thought had been due to the drugs they had given him, were back. She made him nervous and excited at the same time.

"You'd have to come to Starling City to do it, though," she said with a tilt of her head. "You'd come all that way just to make me breakfast? I think I'd like that."

"Good because I'd go anywhere for you," he answered. As soon as he said, he knew it was true. Even if she didn't know it, Felicity Smoak had made her way into a place that hadn't been occupied since Peggy.

Her face turned a slight red, and she squeezed his hand. "Good, let's discuss it after dinner"

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Felicity tried to calm her nerves as she walked him to the door. After dinner, they had cleaned the kitchen, and there had been moments that were charged between them. When they reached for the same dish, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. He reached over her head and she heard his breath catch when she turned to look up at him. They had talked about his potential visit to see her, and she couldn't wait for it to happen. Thea would probably lose her mind if she had the chance to introduce her to Steve. The dinner conversation had changed something between them. While she didn't want to assume anything, she learned that the hard way, she was hopeful his visit could be the beginning of something with them.

As she reached her door, she turned to face him. "Thank you for helping me today, and for dinner. It was fun."

"I had a good time too. Do you have more to pack?" he asked as he slid on his jacket.

"Is that the only reason you'd come over?"

"Course not," he said. He walked over to where she was standing and brushed the tendril of hair out of her face. "I told you, I'd go anywhere for you."

"Is that right?" She asked as she continued to look up at him. She had always noticed how clear his eyes were but at this moment, they seemed to be looking right through her.

He nodded, and looked as if he wanted to ask her something but changed his mind.

"What?"

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

She was surprised at two things. He wanted to kiss her and that he asked her. She blinked at him. "No one has ever asked me that before. Usually, they just kiss me."

"I wanted to ask first. So, is it okay?"

She wanted to say that it was perfectly okay for him to kiss her and it took him long enough to ask but instead she just nodded.

"Good," he said as he leant down to kiss her. As their lips met, the warmth of his mouth sent a chill down her spine. She could taste the cinnamon from the desert they had shared earlier, and a sigh escaped her as he brought her closer to him. Placing her hand on his chest, she could feel his heart beating quickly just as much as hers. As he turned them around, she found herself against the wall, and he moved to her neck, peppering small kisses along the way.

"I should go," he mumbled as he bit her neck and licked the spot to soothe the slight pain. Her reaction was immediate as she groaned when he did it again.

"You don't have to," she said as he left her neck and looked at her with blown pupils. He leaned over and placed his forehead against hers.

"If I don't, you'll never get to sleep-"

"Oh, you're that good-,"

"Hey, you know that's not what I meant, Felicity," he said with a chuckle. "Although I haven't necessarily had any complaints. I just meant that you still have to pack."

She giggled and kissed him quickly. She would've never thought that she'd ever hear Steve Rogers say something suggestive. "You'll be back tomorrow?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away. Besides," he said as he ran his finger down her nose. "I want to hear the kind of sound you'll make when I kiss the other side of your neck."

The blush was immediate, and she decided she didn't care. Laughing, she pushed him back. "Get out of here, Rogers."

He kissed her on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, Felicity."