Chapter 2: Think about it

Steve's POV

His eyes were glued to the beautiful woman who seemed to be his new neighbor. He watched her walk up her porch, he was totally mesmerized by her emerald eyes. Ever since he woke up from the ice, he has never met anyone like her. What a thought Steve, you barely talked to her.

He let out a sigh as his thoughts drifted to the life he had back then in the 40's and how everything seemed different and somehow worst but he quickly brushed those thoughts away as he remembered that Tony was in his house for whatever reason.

He switched the bag of food in his other arm as he walked up to his house. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He went straight to his kitchen and dropped the bag onto the kitchen counter. He took out the things he brought at the store and put them away, in the place they had to go in.

"You traded your hero life to this?" Tony commented as he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. He almost gave him a scornful look, but he restrained from it, he was his friend and he shouldn't be judging him. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and looked at Steve, waiting for him to tell him anything.

"This is the kind of life I should have had." Steve said as he put a hand on his hip and returned the billionaire's look. "Listen, Tony, I know why you're here and you know what I will say to that."

"What's the worse that could happen?" He retorted and stepped up to the man that his own father had spend his life fancying more than anything. "You said you wanted to try and settle down to this new life, this new century but Steve, there's something that I have learned through the years and that you will come to learn as well, you can't do things alone. Even I know that, and I admit that sometimes you need help."

"I don't mean to sound rude, Tony, but... You have absolutely no clue what I am going through. In fact, nobody does. As I told Fury, as I told you, I need time to be alright. There is only one way that I will be okay, it is by finding who I am and what is my role here. I lost who I was when I went under the ice, and I can't help people if I am myself... lost."

"It didn't stop you from saving all of this people during the battle of New York."

"Because I did what had to be done, and my only wish to be able to keep helping people."

Tony nodded and grabbed a piece of papers from the back pocket of his pants. He looked down as he unfolded them before meeting Steve's eyes. "I am the last person that would do this but, here." He handed the papers. "Maybe loneliness isn't the answer, maybe it is by joining our team. You could do great with this team."

Steve let out a sigh and he crossed his arms across his chest. "What are you doing here exactly, Tony? You are not convinced yourself about this initiative, and you try to convince me?"

"I may not be a hundred percents convinced but you need this more than I do. This is what I owe you, I spent my whole childhood hearing stories about the Great Captain America. My father could go on and on about you, I even started to despite you even through I didn't know you. To me it seems that he cared more about you than about me."He shrugged slightly."And he probably did, but if there's one thing that I am sure of, it's that without you, I wouldn't have been born. My father would have died and no matter how many rancor I could have- or still have about him, he is still my father."

Steve put one of his hands on the counter of his kitchen and looked at Tony as he listened to him talk. "You don't owe me anything, Tony."

"Let's face it; it's hard for me to admit that you are a great guy and I know you would do anything to help and protect people. This is exactly what we could do together."

"I don't know." He looked out of the window that looked out on his new neighbor's garden. His eyes were glued to the shallow of light that the shining sun procured.

"At least, try to think about it." Tony said.

Steve nodded and looked back at Tony as he nodded slightly he replied. "I will."

"Good." He held out his hand to the soldier. "See you soon."

"Of course." He told him as he shook his hand.

"Maybe we'll see each other to the next world destruction." The billionaire said with an amused smirk as he stole one of Steve's apples from the basket of fruit.

The blonde haired man chuckled and shook his head. "Let's hope we don't have to come down to that."

"Take care of you, Steve." Tony said before taking a bite from the apple. Steve simply nodded at him with his lips pursed. He then listened as his colleague walked out of the house and a sigh escaped his mouth when the door closed. The silence he had gotten used to returned among the walls of the lonely house. His eyes drifted again to his neighbor's house, and thoughts about the new mysterious woman filled his mind.

He wanted to go to her house in order to properly greet her, but he was afraid that it might be a bad idea. He couldn't just show up and say hi again, remember me? How easy that would be. He shook his head as if he tried to get rid of his thoughts, he looked back on the papers that Tony gave him and decided to study them carefully. He walked to his desk in the living room, and he switched on the small light. He then took out a pen and a piece of paper where he would write down the things he understood and the things he would disagree on. Steve knew that there would obviously be things he'd disagree on.

He spent a moment going through the papers. They explained the goals of the team, in what they would help people and protect the world.

He put away the papers with a sigh and looked at the clock on the wall above the chimney. His eyes widened when he saw the time. He had spent almost three hours studying two pieces of paper. He hadn't even noticed that the sun had gotten really low or that his stomach begged for food.

He stood up and went to his kitchen. He made himself a quick dish. He made sure he had enough to eat. His metabolism was surely fast, and he needed to eat a lot. The dish he had made could be for a least four people but he knew that no matter how great his metabolism was, he wouldn't be able to eat that alone. He sighed, again and his eyes traveled up to his window. He only realized now that the kitchen window was straight opposite to his neighbor's kitchen.

He watched as Natalie rummaged through the boards and fridge for something to eat. He felt like a stalker for watching her but he didn't really care. He kept watching as the woman sat on her counter with her shoulders slumped and her slight opened mouth indicated him that she had sighed.

She took out her phone and her eyes rolled in the back of her head before she threw away the phone on the kitchen table. She must have no more battery.

Steve, being the good man he was, walked down his corridor and out of his house. He closed the door behind him and went to Natalie's house. Once he stepped up the garden and the porch he knocked on her door.

He waited a few minutes, when she opened the door he was watching around the neighborhood. He turned to her with a smile. "Hello."

"Hi." She replied back, with a slight of surprise deep hidden in her voice. Steve looked at her and forgot how to speak. Oh, come on if Bucky could do it, you can too. He told himself and nostalgia crashed over him. "How can I help you?" Natalie's voice rang again, keeping him away from old memories.

"Um..." Steve began but his voice cracked up in his throat. He then cleared his throat and looked at her. "I made dinner, but it's way too much for me." He said and scratched the back of his head nervously. "I- uh- I kind of noticed that you didn't have anything to eat do I thought I could invite you over. Because of the over food, of course."He assured her.

Natalie cracked up both of her eyebrows, her face clearly showing that she hadn't expected that from him. However, a brief smile appeared on her lips. She opened her mouth to say something, and Steve couldn't wait for her answer.