Long time no see. But here we are. I don't own Avengers, but if I did...Oh la la ;)

"If you think he needs rest, he'll get it. I'm leaving this to you. Watch out for him."

Fury's words echoed in my head for so long I hardly noticed the car had stopped.

The agent driving spoke, "Here's your stop."

I glanced at my charge before responding. "What about Mr. Rogers?"

"His place is here too." He handed me an envelope. "This is from the Director."

I grasped it and got flashes of Fury putting in papers and a key. "Thanks."

"The Director told me about you…um…you're…" He looked away in discomfort. "Do you need help up?"

I turned to face the Captain with an eyebrow raised. "I don't know, do I?"

He hesitated for a moment, "I can assist."

"Well then," I exaggerated feeling for the door handle before opening it. "Let's go."

I extended my hand for the first time since we left SHIELD. "I'm glad to be of service."

"Given my circumstance I'm probably going to need you a lot, Mr. Rogers."

"Steve."

"Hmn?" I peaked up him out of the corner of my eye and stepped into the lobby of the craggily apartment complex.

"You can call me Steve." His face actually lit up as he spoke. "You rescued me from "assimilation briefing" and you seem the most normal from everyone I've met since I woke up."

I couldn't hold back my laugh. I nearly doubled over so hard my glasses started falling off. "I can't-oh my god." I wiped tears from my eyes. I started coughing as he gave me a hurt look. "No, no- I'm not." I cleared my throat. "I'm not laughing at you. It's just, I'm definitely not normal."

He relaxed again, "You seem normal to me."

I clutched his arm and pulled him towards the apartment entrance. "Do you remember in Time's Square and in front of SHIELD? Was there a voice that you could hear, but no one else seemed to?"

His eyes widened as we walked into the building. "So you heard it too?"

I stifled a giggle as I quietly entered his mind. "No, that was me, Mr. Ro- I mean Steve."

Steve froze on the spot, as if the ice were overtaking him again. He stared at me but instead of stepping away he got closer. My breath hitched as I felt the wall press up against my back. He bent towards me, arms caging me in, and locked his gaze with mine through my sunglasses. I could have sworn he saw past the opaque lenses.

He obliviously broke his spell and the tense silence with a whisper, "You can speak into my mind?"

I remembered to exhale before responding, "You don't have to whisper. Just aim your thoughts at me. I will hear them."

At that moment he backed up a few inches, but I could still feel his breath on my face. "You can hear my thoughts?"

I quirked an eyebrow. "What did I just say?"

He was confused for a second before replying, "You can hear-what am I doing? This is crazy. Wait she's looking at me. But she's blind; she can't see anything. I heard if you loose one sense, the others are stronger like hearing. But to hear thoughts…"

He paused. My amusement must have been evident on my face.

He exhaled and bent to lower his face at my level. "You can hear what I'm thinking?"

I winced. His thoughts were so focused on me they felt as though they were banging on the walls of my mind, demanding entrance. "You don't have to concentrate so hard. Just relax and do what you normally do."

"I don't normally think about how I'm thinking."

I smiled, "Precisely."

"Do you listen all the time? To everyone's thoughts?"

"Generally, no." I thought tiredly. "People have some very nasty thoughts and I don't need the baggage of listening to them all day."

I anticipated his next question and raised a finger to his lips. "Before you ask I haven't listened to your thoughts this whole time. I only allowed myself into your head enough to make sure you didn't suffer a mental breakdown…" I trailed off, as I looked gazed at my finger on his lips. The skin where we touched seemed to tingle. Steve noticed it too. I watched the digit trail from his lips to his cheek and soon my other fingers joined in. They seemed to move on their own accord from his cheek to his jaw and finally his chest. The fast thudding coming from the strong firm torso beneath my fingers caught my attention so I looked up.

If my consciousness wasn't elsewhere, I would have noticed my shades sliding off my face, but I didn't care. Steve reached up towards my face but seemed to pause before taking my only visual barrier completely off. And the second my eyes made direct contact with his I was lost.

His infinite baby blues entrapped mine and gave up willingly. I removed my hands from his chest to snake my arms around his neck and bring him closer. He kept one hand on the wall but the other rested on the small of my back.

We stayed in the same position, staring into each other. Lost in our spell until a brunette, middle-aged woman coughed upon entering the complex. Steve was the first to look away and quickly removed himself from me. He turned around, blushing to hard his ears turned red. The woman scoffed at us before moving on and we were alone again.

It was quiet for a minute before Steve spoke. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. It was inappropriate."

I smirked at his word choice. "Actually Steve, that was the first ordinary thing you've done since I met you."

Steve faced me again and gave me an awkward smile.

"Come on," I motioned at the stairs, "the elevator's broken, so we have to…"

I didn't finish my sentence as translucent blue swallowed me up and I fell.

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