The white paper sat still as the pencil ran over it, making lines, then shapes, then quick slashes. The pencil ran back and forth quickly over the paper as the drawing was shaded in numerous areas. Steve breathed slowly a she drew the picture, he had spent the morning working on perfecting the drawing. Steve glanced up and the pencil stopped moving, he looked at the compass that sat next to the laptop. Peggy smiled back at him, he took a deep breath and looked back at the drawing. He moved his hand again and the pencil shaded in the last area.

He was done and he put the pencil aside, he looked at his work, it was a drawing of statue of Liberty, he had drawn it before, but he figured he'd draw it again. He looked back at the compass and felt his heart ache. His eyes shifted away and he closed them. He sat there, silent, the faint sound of the city was coming through his window. He listened to the sounds, how they weren't too different from the forties. He opened his eyes and they looked upon the drawing again. His blue iris's were soon full of tears and he watched as tears fell onto the drawing. He frowned and his throat tightened. He took a forced breath, and his lips trembled. He blinked and tears went down his cheeks. He shook his head and wiped the tears away with his fingers. He leaned back in the chair and sighed an uneasy breath.

He felt the chair press against him and he looked up at the ceiling, the white ceiling hovered above him, nothing but empty space. He swallowed and clenched his jaw. He didn't know why he was being so hard on himself, maybe he just thought he could do more. He could do more, he had the chance to do more, but why wasn't he taking it? It was right there, the chance to serve, which is all he ever wanted to do. Now he was just moping in his apartment. He looked away from the white ceiling and he gazed down at his hands. He rubbed his fingers against his palms and he thought back to Enwine: "Someone always has it worse than you, so don't drown yourself in self-pity"

Steve nodded, he was drowning himself in things that he should already be past, he sent a year getting over: waking up in another time. He had moved on, or at least he thought he had, now it seemed it haunted his footsteps, the weighted thoughts, the questions that could never be answered. Steve looked up and stared at the compass, he reached for it and he saw the memory of it floating away from him in the cold water as he was trapped by ice. He hesitated, then placed his fingers around it. Pulling it close to him, he looked at the picture. Peggy wouldn't want him to do nothing, she wanted him to live his life, he just needed to figure out what he wanted his life to be. He saw the memory of Howard standing next to the experimental floating car. He chuckled at the sight, he saw Bucky putting his arm around him and telling him that they were going somewhere, the future was what he said. Steve took a long breath and put the compass back on the desk. He grabbed the drawing and crumpled it up and tossed it into the waste basket.

He got to his feet, and walked toward the door, glancing at the compass one last time. Steve left the room and went to make himself lunch, he knew what he wanted to do, what he thought was right.

Clint

The business of the Helicarrier was well hidden I the conference room, it was dead quiet as Clint sat in one of the many chairs. He lightly ran his fingers along the edge of the table. he was waiting on Fury, he was to report about Steve. He sighed as he swayed back and forth in the chair. If anyone was just watching him, he would look like a child who was desperately bored, which he was. Clint ran his fingers along the edge of the table one last time, then the door opened, his fingers left the table and his hands went to his thighs and Fury walked in. Clint didn't bother to get up, he knew what the meeting was really for, Fury just has an act of not telling you.

Fury turned a chair out and took a seat, he turned toward Clint, his hands were together, his fingers intertwined. "We'll start on your report Barton" he said simply.

"I have followed Steve Rogers around for the week like you ordered sir"

"Any developments?"

Clint titled his head "I don't know what he plans on doing"

Fury gave a single nod and Clint continued. "I followed, I did not influence anything he has done"

"Where did he go during the week?"

"A bar, the gym, stayed in his apartment" he said, leaving out the trip to D.C. and Peggy.

"Your opinion of him?"

Clint shifted in his chair, he took a breath "He is, interesting"

"Interesting?"

"Yes, he is kind and can hold a conversation, but he seems to be a nervous wreck most of the time. Maybe that's his charm, makes you underestimate him"

Fury nodded "One last question Barton"

"Shoot" Clint said with a wryly smile.

"Is he depressed?"

Clint took a moment to speak, Steve seemed conflicted mostly, but not really depressed, sure he had his moments, but otherwise he was himself. "He thinks a lot" those were the words he could sum up about him. Fury nodded, he took a breath "Now Barton, any new developments in your case?"

Clint put his hands together and took a deep breath, he psyched evaluated himself. "Ready to work, but suffers from trauma induced actions, has trouble fully trusting anyone, kind of a jerk" He said in a light tone.

Fury expected nothing less from his personality, he took a breath "With those results Agent Barton, it is in best interest that you are not cleared for field work"

Clint opened his mouth slightly and nodded, not surprised by the answer. Fury sighed "For health reasons I am going to have to put you on leave"

Clint frowned "Leave?" he asked

Fury nodded "Yes, leave with pay. Go home and recover"

Clint sighed "I guess I shouldn't be surprised"

"We will do all we can for you"

Clint nodded and accepted his fate, he took a deep breath "I just want to get back to work Nick" he said honestly

"I want you to be back to work, but I can't have you getting yourself or your fellow agents killed during an operation because you suddenly have a change in mind on who your enemies are."

Clint nodded "I understand"

Fury nodded "I want two week updates"

Clint nodded as he got to his feet. He went to leave, then stopped. He looked at Fury "What about Nat?"

"She'll be fine, you can still talk to each other, you're not contagious Clint"

Clint smirked and nodded, he walked out of the conference room. Fury took a deep breath, he had some reports to go over, then he would visit Rogers, and find out what he wanted to do.