It felt lonely in the tower, Tony went back to his home in Malibu to stop Pepper from worrying, a woman who I had yet to meet even though she was a big part of Tony's life, and now I was standing in the middle of my apartment in Avengers Tower. I sipped my morning coffee, not really paying attention when JARVIS piped up.

"Miss Stark, someone wishes to see you, should I allow them access to this floor?" I sighed, I couldn't get a minute of peace. Honestly, corporate life was definitely not my thing. I'm glad Tony kept this from me when I was at college, I hate it.

"Who is it, JARVIS? And I told you to call me Cahya like you always have done, my position as owner and CEO doesn't change anything." I take another sip of my coffee, not yet really awake yet.

"Mr Stark specifically told me to call you Miss Stark and also it is Mr Hogan who wishes to see you," I nod, taking in the information.

"Okay, let him up, but you should call me Cahya. Am I not the ultimate authority on your program?" I queried. I didn't hear anything from JARVIS and knew that Tony was behind it. He probably reconfigured JARVIS's programme so he was the ultimate authority and then forbade JARVIS from telling me. Well, I can fix that.

The door to the elevator opened and in walked Happy. "Hey Happy, how's my brother?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, not getting up from my chair where I was enjoying my morning coffee.

"Oh, Miss Stark, I didn't realise I was disturbing you," Happy says, flustered when he noticed was in my pyjamas, "should I go?"

I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking towards the table, "of course not! You have plans in your arms that I obviously need to approve, who cares if I'm in my pyjamas?"

I saw him hesitate but I gave him a 'do what I say' glare and he scuttled over to me with a blush on his face, obviously not usually around girls in their pyjamas. He had probably seen Tony in a lot less a lot more but I suppose to him that as usual.

"Us Starks are a lot alike, so if you can get used to my brother in a lot less than I am in now, you can get used to me in Game of Thrones pyjamas." I looked at him and he gave me a nod, accepting my orders, "so where are these plans?"

He laid the plans for the tower down, I looked over them. "The outside seems fine, although I think Tony wants a hatch in the hole of the A that is big enough to fit his suits. He wants to make some suits that fly themselves, like back up… And there needs to be an airstrip to land a jet. This is okay in the meantime but they need to plan to expand into my requests into the near future.

"Also, the top of the tower should be a kind of reception room, somewhere for parties and cocktails, the private lab should just be upstairs. Now, I want a computer lab the floor below that, a private one obviously, and also, on that floor, there should be some serious ventilation, computers tend to get hot. And then the next couple of floors should have guest rooms for the Avengers, as it is Avengers Tower after all… And then finally, below that, Tony's floor and then my floor. Below that can just be the company as it is today, although inquire into some new lab equipment in R&D, they have been complaining about it for aeons, and even if Tony doesn't check his emails, I check his emails so get that done."

Happy scribbled down notes as fast as he could and I looked over with sympathy, "sorry, should I repeat anything you might have missed? Sometimes I just talk too quickly." Happy looked up at me in surprise.

"No, Ma'am, I got it all," I nodded and looked back down at the plans.

"Happy, you don't have to call me Ma'am, I would much rather not feel like a middle-aged married woman and be called by my name. Cahya, go on, say it, Cahya, I know you can," I tried to coax him into saying Cahya.

"That would be quite unprofessional, Ma'am." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I won't fire you for it… Actually, spread it through the tower that I am to be addressed as Cahya. Only Tony and the Avengers…. And you Happy obviously, know that I am a Stark and Tony would like to keep it that way. So on paper, I will be Cahya Smith, and no one is to even suspect I am Tony's sister." I saw Happy nod but remain silent. "Happy…"

"Yes, Cahya," I smiled widely and patted him on the back in a gesture that conveyed my happiness with him calling me 'Cahya'.

Happy promptly left me alone, and I felt lonely once more. It had only been two weeks, so Steve had left for DC and I was left all alone to look after Avengers Tower. I felt extremely stressed and overworked. The world had been saved but some of the world didn't seem grateful, in fact, some of the world seemed annoyed at the Avengers - which just seemed absurd.

I sighed and went downstairs to do something I loved to do, tinker. Now, I'm no Tony Stark, but I could tinker with the best of them. I was working on this plan to create small flying cameras, to follow the Avengers around when they were on missions and then uploading the footage (while deleting the sensitive or secret information) to show the world that they were doing everything in their power to have the smallest amount of casualties and the best effectiveness. They needed some good PR honestly.

I tinkered a bit more with a few simulations of my calculations and began to come up with a few errors. I huffed and sent my plans to my brother to look at with an attached message.

'Hey Tony,

Take a look at this for me, would you? I need them to be small and fast but sturdy and steady when filming. I also need them to automatically send the footage to my computer lab for storage rather than on the camera itself… Think you can do that?

Thanks, from your fave person ever,

Cahya'

I huffed once more and slumped in my seat. I had nothing to do and no one to talk to. I grabbed my jacket and began to head out. "JARVIS, I'm leaving for a bit, don't worry." I hopped into the elevator and made my way to the ground floor, out the front doors and walked out into the sun.

I felt it on my face and the breeze of the wind and it felt like I was free but I knew I wasn't, I took a walk to nowhere, meandering wherever suited me at the time. I found myself walking towards Brooklyn Bridge and I knew what I wanted to do.

I called Steve, hoping he was up.

"Oh hey, Dorothy," came the reply once he had picked up.

"Hey Scarecrow, I was just thinking about you, what you up to?"

"Oh nothing really, just finished unpacking boxes, not that there was much. I have been putting it off for a week so I decided to finally do it so I could go running."

I nodded but realised he wouldn't be able to see me, I heard a chuckle on the other end, "what was that for?" I asked, curious about what had caused the chuckle.

"Oh, I just knew you were nodding instead of actually replying, you know you do that a lot right?"

I laughed at this, of course, I did this a lot, "I was just meant for a time when you have holographic video calls, obviously, but running? Maybe I should try running. I'm finding New York hard to get used to, business is too haaard," I whined into the phone, coaxing another laugh out of Steve's mouth, his laugh sounded so good, could bring a smile on anyone's face.

"Well, if you're bored maybe you could come and visit me. I mean I'm not the most interesting person but I'm sure SHIELD would let you do some temporary work if you wanted, some actual fun stuff like you could help me on some missions, I need a girl in a chair, the guy I have right now is completely tactless and lazy." I smiled at the idea, seeing Steve or business? I think the answer was already there.

I took my phone from my ear and booked tickets on the soonest flight out of New York, when I then realised that Tony had a jet he was probably not using, I smirked to myself then brought the phone back to my ear, "alright, I'll come to Washington, how does tonight sound? Let's have all the takeouts and test which is the best Gilmore Girl style."

"Tonight? You must really hate being in Avengers Tower." I laughed at that, "alright, I'll see you tonight, I'll text you the address."

I smirked once more, "no need, I know where you live. I'm creepy like that. See you tonight, Scarecrow!" I hung up on him and dialled the jet guy's number. I mean I could pilot if I wanted but I was in the mood for something fun like blogging.

I was out of New York in the next half an hour, because apparently money can get you a lot in the world, including quick private jet flights. I was settled in the jet, writing on my blog, which had become a lot more popular since the attack on New York. Apparently, a lot of people wanted to know what had happened and my blog offered a first-hand account of it, minus the details that were classified.

I liked writing my blog, I wasn't any great writer but it helped get my feelings out and also helped me fantasise about all the different pairings I could make. Like Clintasha, or Stony, or Brony - which needed a revise on the name as it sounded too much like the term Bronies - and many other pairings I talked about in my blog.

No one who read my blog knew who I was but I suppose there weren't many, until the Battle of New York happened, my readership rose from about 1,000 to around 30,000 and was still growing. A lot of people wondered if my account was accurate or if I was just fabricating the details, but I didn't worry about that because I just posted some of the footage I had from Stark Tower onto my blog and that calmed the rumours. Even a small online news site published an article including some quotes from my blog - that had people reading my blog.

I made it to DC by 2pm and got a cab from the airstrip to where Steve lived. I stepped out of the cab, paid and tipped him and then stood outside of Steve's apartment building, looking up at it with no idea what to do. I just stared up at it, too scared to go in but I didn't want to go home, home was boring. It wasn't until someone asked if I was alright that I came out of my spell.

A blonde woman in a nurse uniform was waving a hand in my face, "hey, you alright?" I was brought out of my trance and looked at her in the face, smiling a half smile.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous to see my friend." I tried not to let on that my friend was Captain America, although I imagine his neighbours probably recognised him, right? I looked at the woman again and something about her seemed familiar. "Do I know you?" I looked at her with a scrutinising gaze, she looked so familiar, like I had seen her somewhere before. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, why was she nervous?

"I don't think so, I mean I… I worked in New York for a bit… At the hospital… Well you may have seen me there," she told me, the pauses were either her being nervous by my gaze or because she had something to hide, but I wasn't going to find that out while looking at her with suspicion.

"Must be that, well, nice to see you again? I guess? I think I'll go in now before my friend gets home. I have a key to his apartment…" I nodded to her and ran up the stairs to the building and inside. I went up to his apartment and put in my key, I wasn't lying when I said I had a key. I walked into the apartment and shut the door behind me.

Turning around I saw a barren apartment, not many personal effects, it was like a showroom apartment - the kind they took people round to show them what an apartment might look like. I walked tentatively inside when the door opened again, causing me to jump around to face the intruder who happened to be the renter of said establishment.

When Steve saw me in his apartment, he paused, staring at me. "Ummm, how did you get in here?"

I smiled nervously, rubbing the back of my neck, "I kind of have a key, not as creepy as it sounds." I put my hands up in defence, but he looked at me sceptically. "Okay, fine, I had a key made when I found out you had moved here, which sounds creepy but you are my friend and you never offered me a key! What if I was in danger and needed to use this place as a safe house?" I tried to defend my actions but Steve's judging glare didn't leave me.

"You know, I should be surprised but I am honestly not. At least you have a key now, but for this, you are definitely paying for takeout." He pointed a finger at me with his last point and I nodded with a happy smile, at least he had forgiven me.

I reached into the small bag I had brought along with me, I hadn't brought clothes but I had brought some really small undetectable mini cameras. I looked around to Steve to see if he was looking at me, but he was in his kitchen so I turned back around and hid a couple of cameras around the place. Now, this wasn't for any creepy stalker reasons, I just needed to make sure he was safe. Once I had the cameras in place, Steve walked back into the tiny living room that he had.

"Coffee?" He held up a mug to me which I graciously accepted. He looked at me with a smile and then noticed my small bag. "Did you bring any clothes with you?" He seemed concerned and I just laughed.

"I'm going to go out and buy some, I brought a change of underwear in case I don't get to the shops today though… Maybe I should take you shopping and change this whole grandpa style you've been rocking." I gestured to his current attire. "No offence meant or anything." I said quickly with a smile, "but actually, on second thought, definitely offence meant, you need to get a new wardrobe."

This just earned a chuckle from his mouth that sounded just heavenly, "well, I don't have much money for clothes." He looked at me before turning and rifling through a drawer. "You know, back in the 40s we didn't really have takeout, and now I have a million menus posted into my post box a day." He grabbed what I assumed were some of the takeout menus and thrust them in my direction. "I suppose I should be glad I have a super metabolism or a junk food night with you would seriously ruin my figure," I looked at him and then rolled my eyes.

"Hey! I don't have any super metabolism but I can still have a junk food night once in a while. So first things first, pizza or Chinese?" I held up two menus, one with pizza and another with Chinese and looked at Steve with an inquisitorial gaze, it probably looked like if I was trying to do a satirical take on Sherlock Holmes.

"We always have to start with pizza," Steve said resolutely, grabbing the menu from me.

The night carried on with us ordering copious amounts of takeout and judging each one from best to worst, the few takeouts that had delivery girls all flirted with Steve, which made him blush and caused me to start laughing my ass off at how awkward he was.

The night was drawing to a close, Steve and I sat on his sofa, just sitting and trying to not move too much as we were both enormously full. I looked sideways to Steve, "so, have you like… not kissed a girl since 1943 or something?" I looked at him with my head cocked to the side. He blushed and shrugged.

"To me, it was only about a year ago that I landed in the ice, and that I lost someone I cared for deeply. I mean, Peggy is still alive and she lived a good life which is all I could have asked for, but it's taken me a while to move on, and now I don't know what to do, how do twenty-first-century guys flirt with girls?" He looked at me, and I smiled a sincere smile.

"Okay, practice on me," I said, sitting up crossed legged on the sofa, facing him. He took a few seconds to gather whether I was serious or not, then shrugged and mirrored me on the sofa. "So, I'm sat at a bar, alone, and you walk up to me and say…" I coaxed him with my hand to answer.

"Ummm, hey?" He says, unsure of what to do. "Are you alone?" I facepalmed.

"No! You don't ask a woman if she's alone, she'll think you're a serial killer looking for your next victim, just try being yourself - you know? Chivalrous and kind and sweet, chicks dig that." I waved my hands at him to tell him to keep going.

"Okay, umm, how about… You look beautiful tonight." He looked right into my eyes when he was saying it and my heart gave a large thud.

I blushed and tucked some hair behind my ear, "thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." I looked at him, waiting for him to continue with this little drama exercise we were acting out.

"Would you like me to buy you a drink?" He seemed a bit more relaxed, but I was on edge, why couldn't he actually like me and flirt with me like this? I sighed internally.

"That sounds good… So, you're Captain America, right? What's that like?" I asked him as if I was an actual civilian.

"Do you think they'll actually ask me that? I mean, who knows that I am Captain America?" He seemed a little nervous at the idea so I just laughed.

"Come on, Scarecrow, everyone knows that you're Captain America - especially after New York. I even heard that there's an exhibit in the Smithsonian about you."

"What? An exhibit? But… why?" He seemed shocked at the news of his exhibit, I just looked at him.

"I don't know, maybe because you were the symbol of hope during World War Two and you were a cool super soldier with a great rags to riches kind of story that everyone loves?" I sarcastically said to him, looking him in the eyes with that 'how could you not know this' look.

He seemed a bit taken aback by the new information. "Well, maybe I should check this exhibit out." He looked like he was pondering the idea when I decided to say something that I knew would make him go.

"It has a little section on your friend Bucky, and even some footage of you two I think… And it has replicas of all the Howling Commandos uniforms, including yours!" I exclaimed dramatically, "honestly, if I were you, I think it might help to go down memory lane, see some of the faces of the people whose lives you changed. And maybe say goodbye to some people you didn't get to…" I looked at him, trying to tell if I had crossed a line, his face looked thoughtful, and then he got up from the sofa.

"What if I can't bear to see them?" He looked at me as if I had the answer, I stood up and walked over to him.

"What ifs are a pointless exercise, you may regret it if you never go." I looked up at him and saw pain behind his eyes, all the people he knew, all the people he fought with were dead. I was suddenly swooped into a hug by his arms.

"Thank you for telling me."

He let go and my heart was racing, not that he would ever know. I nodded and smiled at him, "well you deserve to know, but maybe don't go in there without a disguise otherwise you'll have to take like a million pictures with horny teenagers who are in love with you," I joked, laughing and smiling up at him. He chuckled as well and it made my heart swell to know I made that beautiful sound escape him. I looked up at him once more, suddenly realising how much he towered over me, "umm, so I should get to sleep, is the sofa okay?"

Steve looked from the sofa to me, "you can't sleep on the sofa, take my bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa," he reasoned, this caused a laugh to come out of me.

"You wouldn't fit on the sofa, so I insist that you sleep in your bed," I started to attempt to push him to his room, managing to feel his abs underneath his shirt while I was at it, they felt rock hard and yet he didn't budge at all. He removed my arms from his stomach.

"Now that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to let a girl sleep on the sofa." He wanted to reason with me but he should have known that I was, still am, a very unreasonable and stubborn person. I smirked at him before I turned and planted myself on the sofa, staring at him defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest for dramatic effect.

He moved without saying a word and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, "well this isn't very gentlemanly either," I commented while getting a perfect view of his ass, he then plonked me down on his bed and turned to leave. I went to get up when he turned around.

His finger was pointed at me while he gave me a pointed look, "you don't move," he then left, closing the door behind him before shouting back at me. "There's some of my shirts in the drawers if you need a nightshirt or something." I smiled and made my way over to his dresser, opening a few drawers to try and find his shirts. I stripped off my clothes bar underwear and threw on his shirt which despite his choice of tight shirts still drowned me.

I climbed into his bed with a huff and then shouted back, "I'm not okay with this!"

"You're going to have to be," was the reply I received. With one last huff to signal my disapproval, I snuggled down into the sheets, which smelled like him and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to a knock on my door or Steve's door, and I rubbed my eyes tiredly and mumbled something that resembled only slightly the words 'come in', but Steve understood as he walked in with a plate, "I don't have much but I brought you breakfast." He walked over and gave me the plate, I graciously took it.

"You made me breakfast?" Emotions were threatening to well up inside me and I tried to push them down, he saw me as a little sister - I knew it. But sometimes I just couldn't help it.

"Well, you are my guest," he reasoned, I rolled my eyes and bit into the toast he had made.

"Thanks," I said between bites, I gestured for Steve to sit down on the bed to talk to me, once I had finished my bite of toast I decided to talk, "so we are definitely going to shopping today, right?"

"You can, but I have to go in to SHIELD today, don't go crazy and do not buy me anything. I have to go now but feel free to do whatever, there isn't much in the fridge but there's some orange juice… Okay, well I'm off." He stood up, grabbing his jacket on the back of his door and left his room, and a couple of seconds later I heard his front door open and shut. I sighed, alone again.

I definitely wasn't going to take his advice, no, I was going to buy him a whole new wardrobe. I got up and dressed in my other pair of underwear and the clothes I wore yesterday. I locked the apartment with the key I had and made my way to Georgetown, did some shopping there, and as I took a break in the Waterfront Park, I saw the Triskelion across the water.

Would it hurt to go see Steve at work? And pay a visit to my old friend Nick?

Deciding that I was going to Triskelion, I made my way over the nearest bridge, temporarily crossing over to Virginia, and back onto Theodore Roosevelt Island towards Triskelion. I was walking up to a checkpoint when a security man stopped me.

"I'm going to have to see some sort of company ID ma'am, or your name if you're on our visitor's list." I looked at him, he must not know that I know people, I rolled my eyes then whipped out my phone quickly and dialled Nick Fury, putting my finger up to the security guard to tell him not to say anything.

When Nick picked up, I answered loudly, "Nick! My best buddy, I'm outside Trisky and I need you to tell the security people to let me in."

"Honestly, Miss Stark, you are a handful, I'll get someone to tell them to let you in. Can't wait to see you." He said the last bit sarcastically which made me smile before he hung up on me, not one for long conversations, is he?

Suddenly the security guards walkie-talkie went off and he responded, looking at me a bit astonished. "I'm sorry, Miss Smith, I didn't realise that you were… Well, umm, you can go through now, have a nice day." He seemed to be nervously ushering me through and I made my way into Triskelion without any further problems, apart from juggling all of the bags of clothes.

As I walked in, I realised that the man had called me 'Miss Smith', I knew that Tony didn't want me to be his sister but that caught me off guard…. It caught me off security guard, ha! I shrugged it off when a voice rang aloud.

"Cahya? Fury said you'd be here…" He walked up to me and then saw my bags, "that's a lot of bags, sure you got enough clothes?" He smiled at me with that sarcastic 'really' look and I just smiled back.

"Oh, only two of these bags are mine, the rest are for you! I even picked up some bits and bobs to liven up your living situation which is just terrible." He looked a little less happy and a lot more stern when I said that.

"Cahya, I told you not to buy me anything," he seemed upset but I just smiled and shoved a couple of bags towards him.

"Now what kind of friend would I be if I listened to you every time you spoke?" I looked at him innocently.

"Probably a very good one, I imagine Dorothy." I feigned anger.

"But I'm the bestest friend you could ever have, Scarecrow!" I smiled at him and grabbed him by the elbow, "so which way is it to my ol' friend Nicky's office?" He chuckled and took his elbow from my hand and grabbed the rest of my bags much to my arguments. "Wait, isn't there anywhere we could store these?"

I walked determinedly to the reception, giving them my most dazzling smile. "Hi, Captain America over there has a lot of bags and I was wondering if you could keep them safe back there while he does important hero stuff?" I smiled sweetly once more and batted my eyelashes, the woman at reception looked behind me to see it actually was Captain America and blushed before nodding. I smiled once more at her and walked over to Steve, "you can leave them with her." I jabbed my thumb back to the lady at reception and waited for him to leave them at reception, she seemed all flustered as he helped her take the bags.

I rolled my eyes, women, they didn't know just to treat him like a normal human did they? As he walked back to me I raised my eyebrow, "what? She ask for your number? You poor baby!" I rolled my eyes.

He ignored my questions and just said, "to Fury's office?"

"To Fury's office."