"That did not come out the way I meant it," Celia said quickly, stifling her giggle as she stared at the look on Steve's face. "What I should've asked was if you had a bathtub."

"Oh!" Steve laughed, relaxing now that she made it clear she wasn't propositioning him. "Um, yeah I do. I've never actually used it though, I just use the shower."

"Would you mind if I used it occasionally? I haven't been in a good soaking tub in so long. Feel free to say no though," Celia said. Steve didn't seem very territorial, especially since he'd opened up his bed to her, but she didn't want to push his hospitality.

"Of course, use it whenever you want," Steve insisted, rolling off the bed. "I'm not really a bath kind of guy."

"They're so good though. Especially when you have bubbles and nice smelling oils, maybe a couple candles," Celia said dreamily. The tub in her old apartment hadn't been deep enough to really enjoy.

"I'll keep that in mind," Steve chuckled. "I can just imagine what the team would say if I told them I was going to take a soak in some oils."

"Tony would probably get you rose petals," Celia snorted.

"I don't doubt it," Steve agreed. "How about you take your shower and then join me in the kitchen for lunch? I just finished putting together some sandwiches when you got back. I promise these are safe to eat."

"Lunch already?" Celia asked. They may not have drank all their breakfast earlier, but it was still kind of soon to be thinking about lunch.

"Already? It's after noon," Steve scoffed, giving her a confused look. Now it was Celia's turn to be confused. It felt like she'd been gone for an hour at most, not closer to four. She was in the zone for most of her workout, but losing track of time like that was kind of unsettling.

"Wow, it didn't seem like that long," Celia mumbled, rolling off the bed. Maybe she could ask Jarvis later to show her video of the workout. She assumed they were all constantly being filmed in the tower, just hopefully not in the private areas.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I just didn't think I did very well," Celia sighed. It kind of sucked going into a test where you thought you were being graded on something completely different, but at least Natasha and Clint acted satisfied with her performance. Celia was her own worst critic though.

"I'm looking forward to hearing all about it over sandwiches," Steve said, walking over to nudge her back to her bathroom.

"I get it, I stink," Celia laughed, heading back to her room. Even though she didn't have her own tub, each shower she took was an experience. The water pressure in her old apartment had been fine, nothing to turn her nose up at, but this was another level. This was luxury. But she cut her time short so she wouldn't keep Steve waiting too long. At least Celia thinks she did.

She wrapped up in a towel and went over to her painfully empty dresser. Celia hadn't had time to get extra clothes from her storage unit or do laundry since she'd been here, so she was quickly running out of clean clothes. She didn't even know if Steve had any machines on his floor. Celia had everything but a clean shirt. She could always rewear one, but that felt too dirty in this fancy tower. Steve probably wouldn't mind letting her borrow one of his. Just until she could wash her stuff, along with Steve's bedspread.

Celia put on the clean clothes she did have, but hesitated by the door. Walking around in a bra wasn't a big deal in her apartment, even when she had roommates there. It was sometimes good for the women she was helping, depending on the circumstances. Being comfortable in her body was something she'd had to work hard for, after so many years of that part of herself being controlled. But Steve wasn't a battered woman, he was just a polite and slightly awkward guy.

"Jarvis, can you ask Steve if I can borrow one of his shirts?" Celia asked. It felt really weird having a computer relay a message for her, but it was probably the best option. Less chance for embarrassment on both sides.

"Captain Rogers said to help yourself to his closet," Jarvis answered after a few moments. That was a little surprising. Celia figured there would be a shirt thrown at her closed door, not an invitation to Steve's bedroom in her current state of undress. She went with it anyways, walking back down the hall to Steve's room. Celia peeked her head in, finding the room empty. Well, that made more sense. She walked over to the dresser, hoping to find something that would almost fit. Celia wasn't a small girl by any means, but Steve was broad as hell. She grabbed a blue tee that was on top, pulling it on and shrugging. It would do.

"Jarvis, can you thank Steve for me?" Celia asked, turning back toward the bed. She could get the blankets together and then ask Steve which floor the laundry room was on. They probably had a setup that rivaled a professional. Celia was leaning across the bed to untuck the top blanket when the bathroom door opened and out walked Steve. A soaking wet Steve who was only wearing a towel.

"Oh!" Steve choked out, frozen in the doorway with one hand holding his low slung towel. Celia couldn't help staring at everything for a few seconds before she tore her eyes away to look into his eyes.

"Uh strip- stripping. I mean, I was stripping the bed. Laundry, you know," Celia stammered, suddenly feeling like Steve must have when she was taking her shirt off all over the place. She'd never tease him again.

"I didn't know you were still in here," Steve mumbled. He was blushing now and the color was creeping along the top of his chest. It was kind of adorable.

"I can come later," Celia said, wincing at her word usage. Who was she turning into right now? Sure, Steve looked good. Well, Steve looked great, better than great, but some bare torso shouldn't be affecting her like this. Although it had been a while…

"Let me just grab some clothes and head back into the bathroom," Steve said, darting over to his closet. "So, you found a shirt."

"Yeah, thanks," Celia nodded, smoothing down the short sleeve. "Unless you had your heart set on this one? I can give it back." Celia made to start pulling the shirt off over her head, but stopped at Steve's sound of protest. Well, at least they were on a level, embarrassed playing field.

"I'm good!" Steve insisted, grabbing a handful of clothes indiscriminately and rushing back into the bathroom. Celia went back to her chore, trying not to melt into an awkward puddle. Maybe they needed to spend some time apart, since they were pretty much up each other's butts 24/7. This training session had been the longest they were separated, besides the kidnapping thing. They needed to try to get back to doing normal activities, however that looked.

Celia was used to always doing something, and sitting around for most of the day was strange. When she wasn't working, she was out on the streets talking to contacts and gathering supplies. Or she was home with whoever she was helping at the moment. Waiting around to see if she was developing superpowers wasn't anything she'd expected to be doing in life. But it was giving her ample time to be weird in front of Steve.

He'd never given her any indication that he felt anything other than friendly toward her. Sure, it was pretty friendly, but that could just be Steve. She hadn't seen him interact with people other than the team, so that wasn't a very good comparison. But Celia was definitely not risking her place here by acting on her slight crush. If Steve didn't feel like that about her, she wasn't going to put him into an uncomfortable position. Repressing her feelings and emotions was an art she had perfected long ago. Her parents had to be good for something.

"Sorry about that," Steve said sheepishly as he exited the bathroom once again. This time fully clothed. "When Jarvis relayed your thanks, I thought that meant you'd left."

"You don't need to apologize for going into your own room," Celia chuckled, picking up the blankets and clutching them to her chest. "Don't worry, as soon as Tony's fancy bed gets delivered, we won't be so on top of each other anymore."

"I haven't minded. Sharing a bed, I mean," Steve said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You aren't a bad roommate."

"And I'll be an even better one once you point me in the direction of the laundry room," Celia said, gesturing down to the bundle in her arms.

"About that…" Steve trailed off, leading her out of the room and toward a wall near the elevator. He opened up a cupboard door, revealing what looked like a dumbwaiter with a laundry basket inside.

"What the hell?" Celia asked, frowning in confusion as Steve pulled the basket out.

"I think robots do it. You just put your stuff in here and send it down. When it's done, it comes back up," Steve explained.

"Everyone uses this? But how- and then what- huh?"

"I don't question it," Steve shrugged, putting the blankets into the hamper. "Do you have anything you want to add?"

"Yeah, one sec," Celia sighed, trotting back to her room. What was her life now? Robots washing her clothes. The excess made her kind of twitchy. "What was that about being able to earn my keep by doing laundry?"

"This is how we do it in Stark Tower," Steve chuckled, moving the blankets over so her stuff would have room. He put the basket back into the wall and closed the door, not even saying anything.

"So laundry is a joke and you already made breakfast and lunch. What am I supposed to do?" Celia grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Now you join me for lunch and tell me everything that happened in the gym," Steve grinned, walking toward the kitchen. So she did, making sure she went into vivid detail about the reappearance of Steve's smoothie. He frowned a little when she mentioned Natasha's rough demeanor, but she tried to brush past that quickly. It wasn't that big of a deal, especially since it was mostly an act to test her.

"So what does this tell us?" Steve asked as soon as the recounting was finished.

"I don't know. I wish I could say I knew exactly what I can do now, but I still have no idea. Or how to figure it out," Celia said, tossing her napkin down on her empty plate. "How did you find out all the things you could do?"

"Uh, I just started fighting in a war and figured it out from there?" Steve shrugged.

"Oh, that's all?" Celia scoffed, leaning back in her seat. Being thrown straight into battle may be the quickest way to find out, but it also sounded like the most dangerous way to go about it. She didn't think Steve would go for something like that.

"So I guess we're back to waiting and seeing?"

"My favorite," Celia snorted, grabbing their plates and taking them to the sink. She knew she could just stick them in the dishwasher, but she was kind of sick of machines right now. She needed to do something with her hands. Not being sore from her extended workout earlier gave her a weird disconnect from it. It was like it never even happened at this point.

"What should we do now?" Steve wondered, snatching the clean plates so he could dry them.

"What would you be doing if I wasn't here?"

"Probably working out," Steve admitted.

"Why am I not surprised?" Celia laughed, turning to lean her back against the sink. "Don't let me stop you."

"Do you want to join me?" Steve offered.

"Nah, I'll be fine here," Celia assured him, actually liking the idea of having some alone time. She didn't really know what she'd do, but she'd find something.

"Do you want me to see if anyone else in the tower wants to hang out?" Steve suggested.

"Setting up a playdate for me?" Celia giggled, shaking her head at how adorable Steve was. "I'm sure Clint and Natasha have seen enough of my face today."

"I just didn't want to leave you alone," Steve sighed, slumping his shoulders.

"I left you alone for hours this morning. I promise I won't snoop or anything."

"It's not that, it's just-"

"If I'm going to live here, you can't expect to have to stick by my side at all hours of the day. You can live your life without worrying about what I'm doing. I'm always okay," Celia said. It was sweet that Steve was always so protective and considerate, but this level of togetherness was unsustainable.

"Okay," Steve relented, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Just promise me that if you need something you'll tell Jarvis and he'll tell me."

"I promise," Celia agreed, shooing him away to get changed into his workout gear. Now that she was getting her space, what was she going to do with it?

"Last chance to join me," Steve said a few minutes later after he finished changing.

"Tempting, but I think I'll pass. Gonna see if there is anything in this kitchen I can scrounge up to turn into a respectable meal," Celia chuckled, gesturing to the fridge she knew was practically barren. She could always go down to the grocery store while Steve was working out, but he'd probably have a coronary if he found out she left the tower unannounced.

"Good luck," Steve snorted, jogging to the elevator after one last nod. The fridge was even emptier than she thought, after the smoothie fiasco and Steve's sandwiches. It was reminding Celia of her food supply during the first days on her own.

"Maybe there's another hidden compartment somewhere, just full of food instead of laundry?" Celia mumbled under her breath.

"Hey Celia, there might be a change of plans," Steve called from outside the room. She followed his voice, prepared to argue against whatever new reason he had to not leave her alone, but kept quiet in confusion when she saw Steve standing outside the open elevator, looking in. If Tony had done something else weird in there, she was going to lose her mind. Steve's floor was way too high up to have to avoid taking the elevator all the time.

"What is it?" Celia asked, hesitantly stepping next to Steve to peer inside. There was a jar of marbles sitting in the center of the car with a sticky note stuck on top.

"Dinner, 7pm," Steve read, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "I guess we have dinner plans after all."