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"Ella, you didn't tell me you were bringing a man along." Rosie said, playfully batting her long eyelashes at Steve before smoothly seating herself next to Ella.

Rosie Imara was a willowy woman with chocolaty skin and curly, coppery hair, which radiated out from her head like the sun's rays in a five-year-old's drawing. She wore a creamy white blouse, a flowing, warmly colored skirt and an aura of warm southern charm. She grew up in Birmingham and the accent lingered in her voice.

"Ma'am." Steve smiled and nodded to her.

"Ooo, he's polite, too. I think you've got yourself a keeper Miss Ella." Rosie said, winking at Ella.

Steve went red. "We're not...we don't..."

Rosie laughed and flapped her hand, non-verbally telling Steve to shut up.

"I'm just messing with ya. I know who you are. Captain America! Leader of the Avengers and Miss Ella's lowly pupil."

Steve blushed. "I…I don't actually lead the Avengers…"

Ella rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Steve. Everyone knows you're the natural leader, the tactician. You know, I can admire that, using your brain to fight armies." She smiled. "You know, I once fought a guy using only knowledge."

Rosie rolled her eyes. "Ella, you hit a poor, innocent agent over the head with an encyclopedia. I don't think that counts."

Ella pouted. "Yes it does! And he wasn't innocent; he was lurking near my Shakespeare collection. I was defending Othello."

Steve gulped water hastily to avoid laughing. No wonder nobody went to the library, if they were being attacked by a rabid librarian protecting her literary children every time they got too close to the shelves.

Sadie reappeared at their table.

"Hey Rosie." She said, now chomping on a newly acquired piece of gum. She set a Coke down in front of Ella and a glass of iced tea in front of Rosie. "Your usual."

Sadie straightened and whipped a black notebook out of her black waitresses apron.

"I'll assume the usual for Ella and Rosie," She turned her gaze to Steve. "You?"

Steve ordered and Sadie left again.

"So, Steve," Rosie said, fixing her warm brown gaze on Steve. "Ella told me you were in art school before the big freeze. I'd love to see some of your work."

Steve blinked. "Ok. I have my sketchbook with me, actually."

"Ooooo." Ella's eyes widened and leaned over the table. "Let's see."

Steve leaned over and pulled his sketchbook out of his satchel and opened it to the sketch he had finished the day before the Battle of New York.

Rosie traced her manicured fingers across the sketch of buildings stretching up across the page.

"These are good. It's nice to see some good realism." She said. "Ella has more of a passion for the abstract." She jerked her head at the blonde librarian and rolled her eyes.

"Nothing like some good splatter art to vent some anger." Ella said nonchalantly, shrugging.

Steve's eyes flicked to the paint on her nails and wondered if that was how she did her fingernails.

"You should visit the museum sometime." Rose said, giving Steve a smile. "We have some great workshops…I mean, if you have the time."

"You know, cause you're a mighty Avenger." Ella said.

Steve nodded. "I'd love to ma'am."

Sadie was back with Ella's meal.

"So, Rosie, " Sadie said, leaning across the table to hand Ella her dish, "How's the boyfriend?"

Rosie smiled. "Ethan's fine. We just had our three year anniversary."

"When are you two getting married?" Ella asked. "You're practically engaged already, all you need is a rock."

Rosie blushed. "Ethan wants to take it slow."

Sadie and Ella exchanged exasperated glances and Sadie reached into her pocket, pulling out a deck of cards.

"Your trivia." She placed the cards on Rosie's placemat and went to give the businessmen in the corner their bill.

Both Ella and Rosie's eyes lit up, and Ella fixed Steve with a mischievous grin.

"It's my second day!" HE protested.

Ella's grin widened.

"Not to worry, Cap." She said, "We'll keep it easy."

She whipped a card out of the pack and held it up, cupping her other hand around the back of the card, obscuring the answers.

The question frazzled Steve's brain, and he forgot it the second it was spoken. He gulped, but Rosie answered coolly.

"Correct."

Now Rosie selected a card.

"A history question for the Captain." She glanced at the question. Her eyes widened.

"What is it?" Ella leaned over to look at the card, sucking on her Coke through a straw. She choked on her soda when she saw the question and burst into peals of laughter.

"What is it?" Steve asked.

Rosie calmed her giggles.

"What was the real name of the infamous World War II icon Captain America?"

Steve smiled. "I think that would be Steve Roger. Me."

Aw, you want to review? Go right ahead! Also if anyone has ideas for situations for Ella, Cap and maybe Rosie to get into, feel free to tell me in a review or a PM. I have a plot outline, but just for big plot points, so I'd love ideas!