As they make their way back inside the tiny apartment, Lexi places the six-pack on the coffee table before she tugs her jacket off. Rogers drapes the blanket over his desk chair then begins to shrug out of his coat. Something falls from one of his pockets and bounces across the hardwood floor, stopping close to where Lexi stands, and she squats to pick it up.

"What's thi…" she begins as the man reaches for it while Lexi flips open the small antique looking compass.

The black and white photo tucked delicately into the compass stares up at her and her face softens as she smiles without looking away from the photo.

"So, this is her?" She questions as the man hangs his jacket up.

"Yea."

"She's beautiful," Wilson replies before closing it and offering it back to him, "and you carry it all the time?"

He nods his head as he opens it to take a quick look at the photo himself, and Lexi sees the flash of sadness darken his blue eyes before he closes it and shoves the compass in his pants pocket.

"Want to talk about her?" She questions him carefully.

"Right now," Rogers begins, offering a fake smile, "I want a dry shirt, how about you?"

"I should probably go," Lexi reaches up and rubs the back of her neck hesitantly.

"You could stay," he says, as he starts towards his room, the idea of not being alone with his thoughts tonight appeals to him.

Lexi tugs at the wet material of her black shirt as she shakes her head. She takes a deep breath as her eyes flick toward the bedroom door where she can see him peeling his wet Henley off over his head, and she raises an eyebrow in interest as she takes in his chiseled physique. The sudden regret of not paying more attention during their last encounter crosses her mind and for a moment, Lexi feels a small spark of her old self, what are you doing here Wilson?

"I don't think that would be a good idea Captain," she states as he pulls a fresh shirt over his head.

"I'm not your Captain anymore," Rogers says as exits the room, handing her a dark blue t-shirt, "I'm pretty sure I never was, the bathroom is through there."

He points over his shoulder toward the bedroom and Lexi thinks to herself, of course it is.

"Well," she begins as she walks over to the door and grabs a small shoulder bag from beside the table, "if you insist."

Steve rolls his eyes as she saunters towards the bedroom and he moves to place the remaining beer back in the refrigerator.

While in the bathroom, Lexi washes her face and pulls her hair back into a ponytail. She kicks off her wet sneakers and replaces her wet jeans with some soft grey linen pajama pants from her bag and her shirt with the oversized navy t-shirt Steve had handed her with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the left arm sleeve. Her clothes aren't wet enough to warrant leaving them out to dry, so she rolls them up and shoves them back in her backpack, before grabbing her shoes and bag in one hand as she exits the bathroom.

Lexi drops her things by the door and notices Steve sitting in the chair on his laptop, he's changed into black athletic pants while she was gone which is a contrast to the light grey t-shirt he's wearing. She hears him let out an angry huff of frustration before he tosses the laptop onto the coffee table.

"Problem?" She questions as she approaches the living space.

"Damn thing isn't working right," he states, "I've tried everything Nat suggested and…I give up."

"May I?" Lexi reaches for it and Steve gives her a nod of his head.

Wilson lowers herself to the floor to sit in front of the coffee table and turns the laptop to face her as she begins to work on source of the problem. She doesn't see Steve reach for the pencil and notebook on the table beside his chair, she's too caught up in her current task. Between Charlie and Sam, she'd learned quite a few tricks over the years when it came to computer diagnostics and she was snuffing out the problem after about twenty minutes. While she waits for the system to reboot it occurs to her the man sitting across from her hasn't said anything since she began working on the computer. She glances over in his direction and at first she thinks he's writing in the notebook he has in one hand by the way he's concentrating on it, but as she watches the pencil glide across the page it becomes apparent he's shading and she realizes he must be sketching something. His eyes flick up to hers at that moment and he knows he's been caught so he gives her a small boyish grin.

"What are you doing?" She questions him.

He lays the pencil flush against the page and closes the notebook, placing it back on the table, "Did you get it working?"

"Yep," she remarks, noting he changed the subject, as she stands up and carries the laptop over to him.

She sits down on the arm of the oversized chair, making sure the notebook is on her left side, and she hands him the laptop as she continues, "Next time, go here…run this…delete anything over here…"

As she vaguely instructs him with her right hand on the keyboard, her left hand slips the notebook from the table. She quickly flips the notebook open before he can stop her and catches the pencil before it can fall to the floor. There on the page is pencil sketch of her, she's leaning against the bar in the compound and she recognizes the dress instantly as the one she was wearing the night of Rogers' birthday party, but in her hand instead of a drink, she holds an open book with the words Spells & Potions written on the spine. The smile she wears is sweet and innocent and she has one eyebrow raised mischievously.

"I was trying to get the eyes right," Steve says quietly.

"You got the nose wrong," she replies, and he glances up at her in confusion, so she continues with a smirk, "you know, witches have large hook-like noses with a giant wart or two."

He allows a laugh to escape at her joke as she flips back a page and sees a drawing he has of Tony in the lab, then the next page is just a portrait of Wanda and Vision side by side. She continues through the journal finding sketches of every member of Rogers' team. Several of the faces cause an ache in her chest and she turns to him with a small, sad smile.

"These are really great," she says quietly as she closes the notebook and pats the leather cover gently before handing it to him.

Steve watches as she takes a deep breath, then smirks to herself before she stands up and walks toward the door. He scrambles to stand, placing the laptop and the notebook on the coffee table as she starts to slip on her shoes.

"Well, this was fun," she remarks more to herself.

"Come on," Rogers states, "don't go."

"I have to," Lexi replies as she finishes slipping her other shoe on then walks back across to where her jacket is laying, "Last time was…."

He waits for her say the words as she slips her coat on, but she doesn't so he speaks, "What? A mistake?"

She holds her head high, staring at him intently as he folds his arms across his chest and she phrases her words carefully, "Rogers, I used you...imagining you as him…and I shouldn't have…I see that now. You really are a boy scout and I'm not signing up to wreck you."

Lexi tears her eyes away as she walks defiantly back to the door, reaching down for her backpack, but his words stop her, "That makes two of us."

She turns around to see he's moving closer as he continues, "We need to feel something, right?"

"Not like that," she shakes her head as he reaches for her hand.

"Agreed," he begins as his enormous hand envelopes her smaller one, "maybe we should leave our ghosts out of it this time."

She doesn't realize she's holding her breath as she stares down at their hands until he pulls her chin up carefully with his other hand. She flicks her dark eyes up to meet his baby blue ones, although she notes they're much darker now, what color is that? Steely sapphire maybe.

Her thoughts are interrupted as he closes the distance between them and she feels the warmth of his breath on her cheek as she breathes his name, "Steve."

It was just his name, but she's never actually said it. She's only ever called himCaptain Rogers, Cap, Captain, or just Rogers. A small grin crosses his lips before he gently presses them to hers for a brief moment before pulling away slightly.

"That's a first," he whispers, "I've never heard you say my name before."

She runs her free hand across the top of his shoulder to rest at the base of his neck, gently scraping her nails against his skin. The rest of her inhibitions fall away, as the old, promiscuous Lexi comes out to play and a sly smile crosses her lips as she says, "Question is, can you make me say it again, Captain?"

Lexi feels him release her hand as he wraps that arm around her waist to lift her off the ground his lips turning up into a smirk as she wraps her legs around his tightly. He starts towards the bedroom as he remarks, "I knew you were trouble."

She runs her hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, tugging his head back with the fistful of hair she's gently grabbed and his jaw twitches at her action. Wilson gives him a half-smile as she says playfully, "That's why you like me."

She kisses him again, harder this time and uses her powers to fling the bedroom door shut once they're inside. They spend the rest of the night exploring each other, this time with their eyes open.

The next morning Steve rolls over to find his bed empty and even though part of him isn't surprised, there's a small part of him that is. He slowly sits up as he rubs a hand across the back of his neck. Suddenly his bathroom door opens, and Lexi leans against the doorframe with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. She's back in his t-shirt with her grey pajama pants and she gives him a small smile.

"Morning," she says, pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth.

"Morning," he grins at her.

"You know," Wilson begins, pointing her toothbrush at him, "if you started including what you did last night as like an add-on service for your grief counseling…for like VIP members of course, they'd have to pay up front…just think of the lives you could change."

Steve starts shaking his head as he laughs, "I think that's called prostitution."

"It's called profitable," she corrects him with a smirk, before turning back towards the bathroom sink.

He smiles to himself as he pulls his athletic pants back on and stands up from the bed, slipping his shirt back over his head.

"Does Tony want breakfast?" He calls over his shoulder to her as he opens the bedroom door.

"Of course," she replies with a smirk as she follows him out of the room, "I'm betting the boy scout makes a mean breakfast."

They had planted a seed of friendship years ago the night they'd met, but neither one of them had taken the time to tend to it. When it was given water, it was only ever just enough to quench the soil's thirst and keep it from dying completely. Surprisingly enough, allowing their friendship to grow brought a few smiles and some laughter back to both of them after three years. The little broken witch and the angsty boy scout, neither one of them can move on, but at least they're not alone.