Steve made his way back to the lab, where he found T'Challa had come to check on the patient. Shuri was most likely relaying the events of the morning to him as she was very animated.

Steve nodded a greeting as he approached the two. "Your Highness."

T'Challa nodded his greeting, with Shuri still clamouring.

"What do you think of all this?" The king asked Steve as she finished.

"I think we need to give her the benefit of the doubt. If it does turn out that she's a threat, I'd rather have won her over as a friend. There is also the very real possibility that she's not a threat, we may risk making her one if we continue to treat her like a prisoner."

T'Challa looked at Shuri. "I agree with Captain Rogers." Shuri began to launch into a protest, but T'Challa silenced her with a raised finger and a look.

"Have the room next to Steve's prepared for her. She has nothing to help her fit in, which will make her hard to conceal, so tomorrow I think that she should be taken into the city to get some basic things, like clothes. Perhaps if she sees something there, it might trigger a memory somehow."

Shuri looked at her brother, mouth open. "And I suppose you think I should take her on this little shopping spree?"

"That would be very kind of you." T'Challa smiled a sly smile. "Seeing as Ayo has decided to distance herself from anything to do with Jane, you will take Steve with you. I am not sending a detail. It will draw too much attention."

Steve nodded. Shuri made a noise and a face like that of an unwilling child.

A doctor approached Steve. "Excuse me, Captain Rogers, but where is the subject? We can't find her on the security streams."

"Her name is Jane." He responded sternly. "And she's sleeping in my room. She didn't want to come back here, and she was ready to fall over from exhaustion."

"Thank you, Captain." Said the doctor nervously.

"Please don't disturb her. I'll make sure she's here for her evening check in."

The doctor nodded before returning to his work.

"Shall we meet here tomorrow at 08:00 for the check in and then leave for the city?" Steve asked Shuri.

"Fine," pouted Shuri.

"I'll come by later to go over the route for tomorrow." Said Steve. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get a few more things from the apartment. It looks like I'll be staying a bit longer."

Steve and T'Challa exchanged a nod and Steve turned to leave. He could hear another heated discussion ensue behind him.

Jane woke for the first time in the late afternoon. She was holding Steve's pillow in her arms, and she had her face buried in it. Letting go of it, she rolled onto her back and stretched, a joint cracking here and there. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, happy to be alone. At the foot of the bed lay a neatly folded bundle of clothes with a toothbrush and toothpaste on top. She assumed Steve had left it when he'd checked on her.

She got up and stretched herself out one more time. She was feeling so much better than that morning and decided to try the shower.

With a few shrieks and jumps at figuring out the hot and cold water, she was soon languishing in the warmth of the water enveloping her. She took the bar of soap and smelled it. It was one of the elements that made up the pleasant smell on Steve's pillow.

After enjoying a good long shower, she stepped out and took one of the towels to dry herself off. Wrapping it around herself, she went to get the toothbrush and toothpaste.

A few turns of the tube indicated that this was a teeth-cleaning soap one applied with the brush it came with.

She moved to the basin and squeezed a bit onto the toothbrush. She glanced up and caught her own eyes in the mirror. She reached out to touch her reflection. "I do not remember your face." She whispered. "Who are you? What could you have done to deserve to be buried alive for ten thousand years?" She tried again to reach back, to find something, anything, but there was nothing.

Frustrated and swallowing the tears threatening to overwhelm her, she began to brush her teeth.

Once she'd finished, she put on the clothes on the bed as best she thought they should be. At the bottom of the pile was a pair of black Converse All Stars. She put them on, lacing up the high tops over the pair of skinny jeans. She buttoned up the last few buttons of the long white shirt that was with it.

She ran her fingers through her hair that now hung midway down her back. It was thick and still wet. She wondered if she could go outside the room by herself without causing trouble, but the need for solitude overpowered the desire to explore.

She looked inquisitively around the room, and she noticed a small book lying on the table by the window. She walked over, picking it up and running her fingers over the edges of the pages. It was leather bound. She smelled it. It was another thing that made up the smell of Steve's pillow.

Sitting down, she opened the book, paging through sketches, notes, and doodles.

Steve made his way to the apartment, accompanied by his 'chauffeur'. On arrival, he checked the burn phone for any messages from Nat and Sam. Tere was nothing, so he put it in his pocket. He made himself a sandwich and ate it on the couch with the TV on the local Wakandan news channel. He got sucked into a story about the situation in Syria for about thirty minutes. His mind wandered again to Nat and Sam; he was itching to speak to them, to find out how the mission was going. He felt guilty for leaving them the way he did.

He finally switched off the TV, reminding himself that he couldn't leave now, Jane's eyes seemed to be burned into his mind as his thoughts kept finding her. He changed his clothes, gathered what he needed in a duffle bag and went back to the Design Institute to check on Jane.

Shuri was waiting for him to return and met him at the lab entrance.

"I've put this together for her for tomorrow. My brother says she must blend in." She accentuated the last two words of her sentence as she handed Steve a small pile of clothes on top of a pair of shoes. Once her hands were free, she placed a toothbrush and toothpaste on top.

"Thank you Shuri, I'll leave this with her now when I check on her," said Steve.

"May I please come with you?" Asked Shuri.

"Alright, but no medical stuff." Replied Steve.

Shuri nodded.

They crept into the room and found Jane fast asleep, clutching his pillow. Steve put his finger to his lips to show Shuri to stay quiet. He gently placed the bundle of clothes on the bottom corner of the bed and made a motion for them to leave while putting the duffle bag down without a sound.

Shuri wanted very much to examine the sleeping Jane, but a stern look from Steve ushered her out of the room.

Once a few steps down the hall, Steve spoke in a hushed tone.

"I think she might be out 'till morning."

"I would not be surprised," said Shuri. "This is a massive adjustment for her."

"Anywhere I can relax a bit?" Asked Steve.

"You are welcome to use the lab lounge. It's around the corner, first door on the left."

"That's not exactly what I had in mind," Steve said as he looked down at his gym outfit and back up at Shuri from under raised brows.

"Oh, well, in that case, the gym is is just further down that same corridor." Shuri nodded in the general direction of the gym.

"Thanks." Said Steve.

He spent a good few hours working in the gym. Finally looking at his watch, it read 17:10. He removed the wraps from his hands and checked the punching bag for any damage before he made his way back to his room and knocked quietly on the door, careful not to make a loud enough noise to wake her if she was still asleep.

"Yes?" came Jane's voice.

He opened the door a crack and saw that the bed was empty. Pushing it open a little wider he stuck in his head. She was sitting at the small table by the window, flipping slowly through his notebook. Steam from a shower still tainted the air in the small room, and she was wearing the clothes he'd left.

She looked up at him, a smile fleeting across her face. Steve was at a momentary loss for words. She'd changed again. She looked amazing. Her face had filled out. Her skin was glowing. Her hair had turned a beautiful champagne blonde. It cascaded in big, loose waves down her right shoulder, still damp. Her eyes shone like jewels with burning centres, and her lips were full, with healthy colour. She was beautiful.

The door slowly swung all the way open as Steve stood, frozen. Her smile began to fade to a look of concern when he didn't say anything.

"Steve?" She asked. Gone were the crackles and the hoarseness. She was clear as a bell.

Hearing his name snapped him out of it. "Uh... Jane... sorry, you just... you look... great."

"How are you feeling?" He asked her.

"Much better," she responded with a shy smile at his fumbled compliment.

There was an awkward silence between the two before Steve finally spoke again.

"How about some dinner?" He asked, feeling his ears burning.

"Is this another eating occasion?" She asked, curiosity glinting in her eyes.

"Yes," smiled Steve, "Yes it is."

She walked around the table, towards him. Steve thought there was something regal about her, about the way she moved. He stepped aside, allowing her to pass him through the doorway. She gave him a sidelong glance in passing and waited for him while he locked the door. He found himself fumbling. The way she'd changed had caught him completely off guard. Get a hold of yourself, Rogers.

Once he'd finally mastered the lock, he turned to face her. "Okay." He said awkwardly, fighting the urge to keep staring. He looked down at his hands as he turned and began walking to the cafeteria, a little embarrassed. She fell into step with him.