Steve was hoping he wasn't crossing some sort of line by cooking dinner. He was currently washing the dishes from his lunch earlier. Steve scrubbed the plate as the hot water ran over it. His fingers burned slightly from the heat of the water, but it didn't hurt. He glanced up and stared at the blue wall that was the main color of his kitchen. He stared at it for a few seconds before he looked away and continued washing the dishes. He planned on making dinner, he didn't even know if Fury would even accept, it would probably be weird. The more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed, he was cooking dinner for himself and another man coming in just to talk to him. Steve decided that he would still make dinner though and just offer it to Fury, he actually wanted to sit down with the man and talk to him. He didn't just want to give him an answer and then he'd be on his way. He wanted to actually get a read on him, he just wanted to know more about him. He also wanted to talk about the future and what is expected of him. He wanted the basic rundown.

Steve moved on and washed his silverware, he scrubbed the head of the fork as he continued to think, getting lost in his thoughts. Steve had many factors that was pushing him to the decision he was going to make, the talk with Fury would clear up his last few doubts. Steve began to think about what to do after Fury left, maybe he'd draw. Steve noticed that the fork was clean and he set it down to dry. Steve emptied the water in the sink, and he began the preparations to making dinner. Steve didn't want to do anything too special. Just something normal, so he decided to make baked spaghetti. He began the preparations and he decided to focus on cooking and that was it, no wandering thoughts, just complete focus.

Soon Steve had the food in the oven and he was waiting for it to cook, he decided that he would do his daily study of Japanese. He went over to the couch and took a seat. He got comfortable, the food had a bit of time before it was done. Steve didn't use any language studiers, whatever those app things were. He grabbed the book that he had been reading, it was sitting on the coffee table, it was next tot he book that he used for his study of German, just to catch up. He grabbed the book and opened it to his last marked page. He looked at it, the entire book was written in Japanese, his study was reading it. He learned the basics of the language and it's system from the internet, helpful. He began to read, Japanese was challenging for him, at least for a few days, he often had to re-read a chapter, but he didn't mind. How could he, especially when he barely understood it the first time around? Steve finished the page and moved on to the next. He was enveloped in his book when he heard the timer on the oven start to beep, he looked up from the book and marked his spot and closed it. Steve set the book back where it was and jumped up from the couch and made his way tot he oven.

He opened it slightly and looked at the food, it was cooked to perfection. He turned off the oven and stopped the timer and it's annoying yet notifying beep. He grabbed oven mittens and he reached into the oven and pulled the baked spaghetti out and set it on the stove. He grabbed the knife and cut into it, making it easier to get into, then a knock came to the door. Steve stopped and smiled slightly as he knew who it was. He did knock this time.

Steve turned his attention away from the food that was making his mouth water, and went toward the door. He looked through the peep hole, just to confirm who it was, there he was. Fury was standing outside his apartment. Steve unlocked the door and pulled it open. Fury saw Rogers come into view as the door open and the aroma coming from the baked spaghetti filled his nostrils. It smelled delicious, but he didn't show it.

"Fury" Steve said simply

"Rogers"

"Come in" Steve said and waved him forward.

Fury entered the apartment and he looked around, he studied the entire space, he noticed the book on the coffee table that was in Japanese. He saw over the island and on the stove was the source of the mouth watering aroma. Steve closed the door and locked "I was just making myself dinner" Steve said simply walking back toward the kitchen.

Fury slowly made his way toward him, he took in a good breath and sighed slightly. Steve glanced back at him "You want any?" he asked

Fury almost said yes with no hesitation, but he refrained from doing so "It's your dinner"

Steve shrugged "More than enough for me and then some, sure you don't want any?"

Fury frowned slightly "Sure"

Steve smiled and nodded "Okay, you can get it yourself though"

Fury smirked "I can manage"

Steve grabbed two plates out from the cupboard and set them on the counter, next to the stove. He also grabbed a spoon so they didn't have to use the knife. Steve got himself a plateful and moved out of the way, Fury entered the kitchen and he gathered his food. Steve walked over to the dining room, he placed his plate on the table and took a seat. Fury joined him not a minute later. Fury knew why he was here, but the food was on his mind the most. Steve hoped that Fury would actually eat it before they talked about business.

Steve watched as Fury put his fork into the food and put it in his mouth. Fury wasn't going to outwardly say that it was delicious, he just kept eating it. Steve took the fact that he was already into his fifth bite as a indication that he liked it. Steve closed his eyes and spoke softly, he nodded and opened his eyes, he was ready to dig in. Steve chewed and looked at Fury, he wasn't looking at him, but Steve studied him the best he could. He knew Fury wasn't the one to give anything away.

Fury glanced up and he saw Rogers staring at him as he ate. He knew what he was doing. "New recipe?" Fury asked, changing the subject and putting focus on the food and not himself.

Steve nodded "yeah, first time I ever made this"

"Well it is very good" Fury said

Steve smiled "Thank you" he said pleasantly.

Fury put his fork down "Rogers, you cooked dinner because you knew I would be here just in time to eat it"

Steve didn't give anything away, he saw it as a test, Fury was trying to read him just he was trying to read Fury. Steve gave an innocent smirk "Impeccable timing"

Fury frowned for a second, then his face went back to being expressionless "Indeed"

"Look, I just wanted to be a little normal" Steve said

"Normal?" Fury asked

Steve nodded as he placed his fork on his empty plate "Yeah, I had company coming over, so I made food"

Fury sighed "This was supposed to be a business meeting"

"Deciding what I do with myself is business?" Steve asked

Fury saw his face and knew he was in bad territory. He had to read carefully, he didn't want to make him mad. "I came here for an answer"

"And you'll get it, but first, could you act like a normal person and eat the damn food" Steve said with a underlining commanding tone.

Fury squinted his eyes slightly, Steve noticed and smiled. "Okay, don't eat the food. I wanted to have a peaceful evening"

"This isn't peaceful?" Fury asked putting his hands up and referred to the apartment.

Steve didn't frown, or smile. He just stared at Fury. "It's just an apartment, I can have a peaceful evening outside too, or anywhere else I want to have one"

"Rogers, I gave three options, and a week to figure it out. I need an answer"

Steve took a moment to speak, he stared at the table and his eyes stayed away Fury's direction. Fury didn't know why, but the way he looked was making him feel disappointed in himself. "Captain" Fury stated.

Steve finally looked at him, making a wave of relief flow over Fury. "I saw Peggy" Steve bluntly said.

Fury sat back in the chair and took a deep breath. Steve noticed he wasn't saying anything, so he continued. "After speaking to her, I made a decision, but before I made it final, I wanted to see how this turned out. To be honest, I'm not surprised"

Fury glanced at the table "My lack of manners?" Fury asked in a lazy tone.

"No, I don't care how your manners are, I just want to know who I'm going to be working with"

Fury looked at him, Steve nodded "I have decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D., and I know there's going to be some rules, but I have some of my own"

Fury chuckled "Not exactly how that works"

Steve didn't care, eh leaned forward slightly "I want to know what you plan on doing with those Hydra weapons"

"Storage" Fury answered

"To ne used for a later date?" Steve asked

"No, to keep them out of enemy hands"

Steve nodded "I want to be treated like everyone else, no special treatment. And do not go acting like I don't know what you're talking about"

Fury nodded "Good, because I wasn't planning on giving you special treatment"

Steve raised his eye brows slightly "Good"

"Good" Fury said simply.

Steve leaned back in his chair. Fury took a deep breath "Well, I have what I came for"

Steve watched him stand up, Fury looked at his plate "The food is delicious." A small smirk came to Steve's lips. "Next time, you cook" he said lightly

Fury sighed "Not much of a cook myself, takeout usually"

Steve shrugged "Orders?" he asked

Fury nodded "Report to the airport in the morning, there will be a Quinjet there to take you up to the Helicarrier, where you'll be introduced to everyone else"

Steve stood to walk Fury out "See you in the morning then"

Fury nodded as he walked toward the door, Steve pulled it open for him, Fury left and Steve closed the door and re-locked the door. He let out a tired sigh and he looked at the two plates, he grabbed them and walked them to the kitchen, time to wash dishes, again.