Steve knocked on the door softly, looking down at the sunflowers in his hands. Since Scottie mentioned that sunflowers were her favorite flower, he had decided to bring a bigger bouquet. However, once heard her to tell him to come in, his eyes quickly scanned Scottie to make sure she was okay before they caught sight of a huge arrangement of flowers. The bouquet of flowers he had seemed weak in comparison.

"Ugh, ignore those," Scottie said, catching his gaze on those flowers. "They're from the bastard I call dad."

Steve looked back at her, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Your dad sent flowers?" Steve hadn't taken him as the kind of guy to care at all. Sending Scottie flowers seemed an odd thing, but then again, Steve didn't know him. He had only met him once and that hadn't gone well at all, other than to stop him from taking Scottie off life support.

"You're as surprised as I was. I didn't think he could be bothered to take time out of his day to tell his assistant to send me flowers," Scottie commented as she moved to sit herself up. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders and she gave Steve a weak smile as she readjusted herself. She looked good as she had every time he had seen her. Her brown hair seemed to glow and her almond eyes holding something that he couldn't describe other than he had never seen more calming eyes. "I never thought pain pills would make mostly everything feel all better but here I stand corrected."

Steve gave her a smile in return and walked over to the side of the bed, holding the bouquet of flowers for her to smell. Her smile grew wider and she leaned forward hungrily, closing her eyes in bliss as she took in the smell. She fell back into the pillows with a grin on her face.

"Sunflowers. Steve Rogers, you are the best man ever for bringing me more," Scottie opened her eyes and gazed at him with adoration. Steve smiled shyly and turned to find a place to sit them. "Unfortunately, I don't think I'll have enough room left in here. Good thing I'm checking out tomorrow."

Steve paused as he sat the sunflowers in a thin space. Making sure they were sturdy, he turned to look at her again. He took in her delicate face before he turned his body to face her completely. "You're checking out tomorrow?" He questioned, a note of curiosity in his voice. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of her leaving unsettled him… Maybe it had to do with the fact of thinking her of her anywhere outside of the hospital was a bit odd. He felt that she should stay for a couple more days… Did Strange even do his job? Probably not, he didn't seem to care for much other than fame and power.

"Yeah, I think it's time for me to head on home. Get back into my normal routine. I've got to figure out what I'm going to do about my job and… Sorry, I shouldn't bore you with this." Scottie smiled sheepishly at him. He quickly shook his head as he sat down next to the bed.

"No, no, don't worry about that. You aren't boring me." He immediately assured her. Scottie exhaled, her almond eyes studying him for a moment before a small smile curled at her lips.

"You are really too good to me." She said as she grabbed a hair tie off the nightstand. He watched as she begun braiding her hair to the side, captivated by her hand movements. She sighed and continued braiding as she began speaking again. "I-I quit my job, just before you got here actually."

"What?" Steve asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise.

"I called my boss – he had been informed of my accident after they ID'd me – and he was fussing about me not coming to work tomorrow. Needless to say I told him to shove it, that I didn't care about whether or not the governor's affair with that reporter from Vanity Fair got thrown under the rug or not. So I am officially jobless." Scottie explained, running a hand through her hair. "I suppose I could continue with my writings. Maybe with enough time I could get paid for doing it."

"Writings?" Steve questioned, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, I write a bit time from time… It's a hobby of mine, it's really stupid." Scottie shook her head as she looked away from him with a blush on her cheeks. He reached over and put his hand on her arm.

"That's a really good idea, Scottie. If you enjoy it, you should go for it. What do you write about?" He asked, squeezing her arm slightly before moving his hand. He didn't want to make her too uncomfortable.

Scottie seemed nervous, her brown eyes not meeting his as she nervously touched her braid. "Well, I like writing about my life, actually. What scandal I had to cover up, with changed names, of course. I'd never work as a PR agent again if I did that. Now, I've not really got nothing interesting to write about in blog entries anymore... maybe I could start a book or something... It really is stupid, maybe I shouldn't—"

"Scottie, do you enjoy doing those blogs, and writing in general?" Steve questioned, his blue eyes searching her face. He wished she would look up at him so he could see her face better.

"Yes." She murmured in response, still hiding her face.

"Then do it." Her brown eyes stared into his baby blues for a long moment. Finally, she exhaled and broke the eye contact, covering half over her face with her hands.

"Okay, I'll continue, but only because you told me I should." She answered back after a moment, dragging her hands down her face. "Maybe it'll turn out good… Let's hope it does at least." She wrung her hands together, biting her bottom lip with worry. He wished he could give her some assurance she would be okay, but he had a feeling no matter what he said to convince her she wouldn't stop worrying so instead he decided to try his best to distract her.

"So you're finally getting out of this hospital?" He said in a light tone, giving her a smile to ease her a little bit. Her eyes snapped back to him, a smile lifting her lips slightly.

"Finally, I am! I've only been awake for three days, but it feels like a lot longer." Scottie said, getting a distant look on her face before shaking her head and focusing back on him. "I just gotta figure out how I'm supposed to get all these flowers to my apartment."

"I could help," Steve offered before he could stop himself. He rubbed his neck, growing a bit shy as he tried to backtrack. "I mean, if you want my help. I could get one of my friends to pick you up, she shouldn't mind. I know we don't know each other very well, but I could carry a majority of them, which would work out because you probably won't feel that well with your burns and your head… Uh, unless you've contacted someone else to come help you then I guess you wouldn't need my help—"

"Steve!" Scottie interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Take a deep breath. I don't think I've ever heard so many words come out of a person quickly… other than my ex-boss." Her nose crinkled slightly at the thought of her ex-boss but she quickly dropped it to give him a small smile.

Steve did as she said and took a deep breath, smiling sheepishly at her. She grinned back at him as she soothingly rubbed his arm. Her skin was soft against his again and a slow blush was creeping onto his cheeks. He gazed back up at her, looking into her chocolate brown eyes.

"I would be honored if you would help me out. I… I don't have anyone else really, so any help you can get to lug this cargo would be appreciated." She glanced around the room briefly before turning her gaze back to him. She removed her hand from his arm. "I don't talk to a lot of my old friends and my dad… Well, that's a story for another day." She stretched her arms out and relaxed herself back into her bed, peering at him from her horizontal position with a small smile. "Tell me a little about yourself, Steve."

Steve looked down at the ground for a few moments before looking back up at her. He wasn't sure how much he should reveal. May had assured him that Scottie made no indication that she knew he was Captain America, so he wished to keep it like that for a while. He wanted her to not look at him as an Avenger, he wanted her to see him as a normal, boring human that wasn't very versed well in technology. "I don't even know where to start." He admitted reluctantly.

"Tell me about where you were born and where you grew up." Scottie decided on after a moment of thought. He stared into her almond eyes, catching the patience and calmness on her face. Being around her brought such a comforting feeling, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"I was born in Brooklyn to Sarah and Joseph Rogers on July 4th." He offered and her head lifted up.

"You were born on the 4th of July?" She questioned with a wide smile.

"I was." He affirmed with a nod. He had thought and been pointed out to the irony of that before.

"That's awesome! I got a boring May 14th birthday. Anyways, tell me about your parents. What are their jobs?" She asked as she settled back into her pillows.

Now Steve looked down at his hands and fiddled with his thumbs. "My dad was in the Army… He died in the war. My mom was a nurse… She died from tuberculosis." Scottie instantly sat up and moved her legs off the bed. She put her hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, gosh, Steve… I am so sorry, I had no idea. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's fine. My dad died before I turned one so I never really knew him… My mom was a good woman, though." He lifted his head to look at her with a crestfallen smile, the familiar sadness returning at the thought of his parents. It wasn't so bad anymore, because he had learned to move on before he got his serum, but it didn't mean he didn't feel pain when he thought of his family that had been forgotten in the last seventy years.

"To have raised you? I am convinced she was the greatest woman to walk this Earth." Scottie whispered in a small voice to him as she once again rubbed his shoulder soothingly. Her voice was so soft and controlled, so convincing, that he couldn't help but believe she meant it and wasn't just saying it to make him feel better. He continued to give her a downcast smile as she moved her hands off of him, though instead of settling back into her bed she sat in the same spot her legs crisscrossed.

"What about you, Scottie? Where were you born?" Steve questioned her as he sat back in the chair he was in.

"Born and raised in New York City. My parents weren't married, though. My mom wasn't his mistress or anything, my dad's just never been married. I think it's because any woman is repulsed at the idea of marrying him." Scottie stated with a snort. She crossed her arms with a slight shrug. "My mom left the day I was born. According to my dad, the moment no one was around she was out the door. She didn't even hold me…"

Scottie had fixated on one of the bouquets in the room, staring at it with a blank expression. Steve watched for some emotion to flicker across her face but there was none. With a shake of her head, Scottie looked back at Steve when he asked another question.

"Your dad… Is that why he's so mean? Because your mom left?"

"I don't know. My dad's been an ass from my earliest memory. As you know from your visit with him, my dad works for Oscorp; it's apparently such a huge responsibility itself… So he didn't really have the time to raise a kid. Instead, I was raised by a string of faceless and nameless nannies that only actually cared about getting with my father or one of his rich friends. Except for the last one. She was the only one who actually cared about me," Scottie studied Steve for a moment, her face still having a thoughtful look. "I don't know how you feel with your mother, Steve, but I understand a degree of the feeling you have towards your father. Of course, he didn't choose to leave you as my mom did, but I meant that 'never knowing them so how can I miss them' feeling."

"Least I'm not the only one." Steve responded, the sad smile returning to his face. This time it was he who reached out and laid a comforting hand on her arm, though he did it very gently and made sure he wasn't touching any of the gauze. "Hey, are you okay?"

It was Scottie's turn for her eyes to look into his blue eyes for a long moment now. He stayed silent and allowed her to continue to look for whatever she was hoping to find there. After a long moment she opened her mouth to respond.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" She tilted her head at him, a confused expression written on her face.

"I just wanted to check to make sure, Scottie. I mean, we just officially met yesterday and now we're discussing some obviously important things to us. I want to make sure you're comfortable with it." Steve responded as he dropped his hand from her arm.

"Steve, I've never been more comfortable with a person in all my life," Scottie assured him with a smile but then it was replaced by a worried frown. "Are you comfortable with it?"

"I've never been more comfortable." Steve answered with a smile. Scottie beamed at him and it caused his smile to grow. He looked down at his hands for a moment before back up at her. "Did your dad ever tell you why you were named Scottlyn?"

"My dad's family is from Scotland. For some reason, they thought it would sound nice. My mom told me that it meant 'proper.'" Scottie paused for a moment and seem to be mulling over her own words. She began backtracking. "I meant my dad, he's the one who said it means proper. He mentioned once that she had said it meant that, though."

"It's a beautiful name, Scottie." Steve assured her with a humorous smile.

"What about you? Were you named after anyone?"

"Steven and Grant are both family names. What's your middle name?"

"My full name's Scottlyn Aileene West. Aileene was my grandma's name on my dad's side. She died before I was even born, so I don't know if she was as bad as my dad or not. I kind of look like her though, but just the shapes of my eyes as well as hair and eye color. All my other looks come from my mom. Do you look more like one of your parents?"

"I got my mom's hair and eye color, but I think I mostly look like my father from pictures I've seen."

"You certainly can't argue about having good genes," Scottie lightly teased him and his cheeks heated up slightly. "I mean, look at you. Handsome and buff? You must have the girls chasing after you in hordes."

"I wouldn't say hordes," Steve said jokingly back as an amused smile fixed itself on his lips. "I've never been good with women."

"Do I not count?" Scottie questioned, jokingly jutting her bottom lip out.

"You're… easier to be around." Steve admitted to her, his blue eyes moving to the window. "I can't explain it, maybe because I spent time in here with you? Of course, you weren't awake then, but I think it's because I can adjusted to your presence."

"You were adjusted to a vegetable. I didn't respond at all. I know that you read to me while I was under, but did you ever talk to me?" She asked out of curiosity.

Steve's cheeks suddenly grew hot again. He didn't want to admit it, but there were times where he would say things out to her, just to see if she would respond. "Maybe a little." He finally admitted to her.

"If only I had been able to respond," Scottie murmured before speaking in a louder voice. "Do you realize we've not had one awkward pause so far today? Your other visit we were so shy and quiet with one another. Now, we've gotten to know each other a bit."

"I guess we were just getting adjusted to one another then." Steve guessed with a slight shrug of his shoulders. If he were to be honest, he hadn't even noticed that their conversation had more participation from both sides. He had been so focused on the conversation itself he didn't really think about much else. He enjoyed speaking with her, though, and hoped she wasn't bored out of her mind speaking to him. She could just be speaking to him because he saved her life so she felt obligated or because there was nothing interesting on TV and she needed something to do.

"Well, that's good we're adjusted to one another then. Maybe that means that we'll stay in touch, even after I leave the hospital?" Scottie subtly asked with a bit of hope in her voice. Her brown eyes were racing over his face, obviously trying to read his emotions in that moment.

"Of course, Scottie. Who else can I have lengthy conversation about Tom Sawyer with?"

Scottie laughed and laid back down on her hospital bed. She looked back up at Steve with the brightest of smiles and he realized then that he really didn't want to lose contact with her. He had saved her life and when he did that – when he saw that no one other than him (except Tony's assistant) had visited her – a part of him became protective over her. He felt the need to protect her because she had no one else to. He decided that he could definitely see Scottie becoming a great friend of his.

Scottie pulled him out of his thoughts by pointing to the TV. "How about we watch some Jerry Springer?"