A/N: Well hi guys! I'm back, again. Sorry I couldn't post over the weekend—I had a date Friday night and a wedding all day Saturday. But I'm back, so it's all good! I don't really have anything good to say today, other than the fact that I love you, but you all know that. 22,000 hits. HOLY SHIZZBALLS, I KNOW. You're all perfect.

Steve parked his motorcycle in what was left of the parking garage at Stark Tower and grabbed my hand when we stepped off, giving me a smile, which I returned. I liked this new side of Steve—confident, but still charming. He didn't blush every time my arm brushed against his anymore. He reached for my hand instead of the other way around. It made my stomach do silly schoolgirl flips.

We walked into the lobby, which was under construction. It had only been two days since the attack on the city, but with Stark's advanced technology, they were making incredible progress. Steve pressed the button on the elevator, which was already up-and-running again, and we stepped inside.

"Captain Rogers, Dr. Andrews, Mr. Stark is expecting you on the 79th floor. Shall I send you up?" JARVIS spoke. Steve's eyes widened, as they always did when the AI spoke. It seemed he would never get used to it.

"That be great, JARVIS, thank you," I replied, and the elevator immediately began to go up.

"It's still weird," Steve mumbled, leaning down closer to my ear.

"Not to be disrespectful, Captain Rogers, but you were the one who slept for seventy years," JARVIS quickly replied, sending me into a fit of giggles. Steve's face had turned pink and he said nothing in response.

The doors slid open to the 79th floor, revealing a spacious room with a fireplace and a few luxurious chairs along a clear glass wall, revealing an outside sitting area. To the right was a fully stocked bar where Tony and a woman with red hair were standing. "Ah, isn't it little Becky Andrews and her sugar daddy. Good to see you both," Tony announced, pouring himself a drink. Steve's eyebrows knitted together.

"I don't get that reference," he stated. The redheaded woman chuckled.

"He is not my sugar daddy," I said, turning red. I wasn't usually bothered by Tony's comments, but this one was low—it was clear he was saying it only to make Steve appear to be stupid.

"How so? He's old, you're young, and I know you two are—"

"We are not!" I yelled, dropping Steve's hand. He looked at me in concern while the redheaded woman put her hand on Tony's shoulder. "Don't make comments that you know Steve doesn't understand. It doesn't make you look smart, it makes you look like an ass."

Tony clucked his tongue while shaking his head. "Defensive, aren't we? Someone needs a drink." He began to pour another glass of scotch, but I shook my head, letting out a sigh.

"No, I'm fine. I'm sorry for that…" I apologized, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt a hand on my shoulder that was much too light to be Steve's. I let my eyes open and saw the redheaded woman smiling at me.

"Don't be sorry—Tony thrives on being an asshole. I'm Pepper," she said before turning to Steve. "And you must be Captain Rogers. It's a pleasure, both of you."

"Thank you, ma'am," Steve replied, shaking her hand. "This is Dr. Rebecca Andrews. She's the Medical Director at SHIELD."

Pepper turned her gaze back to me with a smile. "Yes, I've heard, Tony's told me about you. I hear you do some phenomenal work. You can heal people with just the touch of your hand?"

I nodded, suddenly embarrassed. "Uh, yes, but it's really not that special."

"She's being modest," Steve cut in, shaking his head. "She's spectacular. She saved my life. Not only does she have her gift, but she also has a degree in medicine. She's an incredible doctor. The best I've ever seen."

My jaw fell slightly and I felt my face heat up. "Steve, I—"

"Don't deny it," he said, turning his gaze to mine. "Everyone knows it's true."

I glanced over at Pepper, whose eyes were darting quickly between Steve and I, a smile forming on her face. "I bet she is rather wonderful," she said. Her eyes finally settled on me, giving me the slightest of winks, which Steve did not catch. "I hope to see you in action sometime."

I nodded, too embarrassed from this whole situation to form words. "A little tongue-tied, Becky? Gramps giving you the butterflies?" Tony shouted, walking beside Pepper and sliding an arm around her waist.

I rolled my eyes, my anger all faded away. "You don't get to call me Becky. Only the people I'm really close with can," I said with a chuckle.

Tony feigned hurt, a hand flying to his chest. "Everyone's close to Tony Stark. I did save the world, Becky. We both know you're secretly planning to ditch the Capsicle and come party with me."

I looked up in thought, and then shook my head. "Nope, no I'm not." Steve laughed beside me and Pepper grinned at me.

"Seeing as Tony will most likely lie to you and tell you that you both have to share a room, here are the key cards to your rooms. They're both on the 65th floor. If you need anything, just ask JARVIS or either of us. Tony and I have to go to a banquet tonight, so we won't be here, but you can order anything you like from the kitchen downstairs—just tell JARVIS and he'll work it out for you," Pepper said, handing both Steve and I a room card.

"Thank you, ma'am," Steve replied, looking over at the piece of plastic in his hand in confusion.

"I'll show you how to work it," I whispered, nearly inaudible. Steve glanced at me and gave a shy smile.

"We have to get going, but I'm sure we'll be seeing you very shortly. It was great meeting both of you," Pepper said, dragging Tony over to the elevator. They got in and just before the doors closed, Tony put his hand in-between them.

"Keep it PG—remember, JARVIS is always watching!" he yelled.

As the two disappeared, Steve shook his head. "I don't understand that reference either."

I laughed, grabbing his hand and walking over to the same elevator. "Let's just assume that from now on, every reference he makes that you don't understand is sexual."

Steve's face turned pink once again, his mouth hanging open. I giggled. "Don't be embarrassed, seriously—don't let anything he says bother you."

He shook his head, a smile forming on his face. "I can't believe it's acceptable for people to just talk about se—uh, you know, that, out in public."

I laughed, hitting the button labeled 65 on the elevator. "If you think that's bad, you're going to hate modern movies. Even I still get uncomfortable from the stuff they show now." Steve shuddered, sending me into another fit of giggles.

We reached our floor and stepped out, following the sides until we came upon two rooms across the hall from each other with our names on the plaques next to our own doors. I glanced at my phone and noticed that it was already 6 o'clock. Steve was looking at his key card, having no idea what to do with it, causing me to chuckle. "Here, let me help you."

I grabbed the card from him and slid it into the slot on the door, the light above it blinking green. "There you go," I said, throwing the door open. "That's all you have to do."

"Thanks," he said, stepping inside the doorframe. His smile quickly vanished, a blush creeping up on him, and he opened his mouth to speak. His eyes darted to the ground as he said, "Hey, uh, Rebecca, if y-you wanted, I was wondering if you'd maybe, uh, like to come in, and we could have dinner together? Only if you wanted to, I mean."

A smile unconsciously tore apart my face. "Yeah, that be great. Just let me go get changed." Steve's eyes finally looked up to meet mine and he smiled, giving me a nod.

I turned around and unlocked my door, walking into my new apartment for the first time. It opened up to a large kitchen on the right side with stainless-steel appliances and a black countertop. It continued into a spacious living room with a fireplace and a large television set. On the right was a hallway that led to a high-tech bathroom, with multiple different glass panels, all with different commands on them. My bedroom had blue walls with a black carpet and a sliding glass door, opening up to a deck overlooking New York City. The closet and dresser were completely stocked with a variety of clothing, all in my size. I fished through some drawers, finally finding a pair of shorts and a Stark Industries t-shirt (seeing as it was my only option). I threw my hair up in a ponytail and slipped on a pair of moccasins and crept back across the hallway, knocking on Steve's door.

He appeared a few seconds later, having changed into a long-sleeved blue shirt that showed off his impeccable physique. He was still wearing the same khaki pants he had worn this morning. "Hey," he said, looking me over. I blushed at his glance, resting on my exposed legs for a second longer than they should, but he quickly met my eyes again, that ever-present blush reappearing. "You look different." He cleared his throat, quickly recovering. "I mean, not in a bad way. Your hair—i-it's up. You look good. Not that you usually don't, I j-just meant—"

"Steve," I said with a giggle, touching his arm. "Don't worry so much. It's just me." I walked past him into the room, which was identical to mine. I heard him mumble behind me, but couldn't catch what he said. I slipped off my shoes and left them against the coffee table that sat in front of the couch, looking around.

"So, what are you hungry for?" he asked, gesturing for me to sit down on the couch. I did so, and he plopped down beside me.

"Hm. I don't know…when's the last time you had a really good piece of pizza?" I asked him. He laughed and shook his head, sucking in a breath.

"Most likely…1942. Maybe." We both burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it's time to change that. JARVIS?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Yes, Dr. Andrews?" the AI responded.

"Do you think you could get me and Steve a pizza?"

"Of course, Dr. Andrews. I'll have it sent up."

"Thanks, JARVIS," I responded, stretching my arms out.

"You tired?" Steve asked, looking worried. "When's the last time you slept?"

I looked over at him, giving him an accusing glance. "When's the last time you slept?"

The corner of his mouth twitched up, and he looked at the TV. "I think I've had enough sleep to last a lifetime." We both laughed at his joke as I let out a yawn. "Can I ask you a question?"

I nodded my head, looking over at him. "Anything."

"If it's not too personal, what's the story behind 'Becky'?" he asked, searching my face.

I gave a melancholy smile, looking down at my hands. "It's just a nickname. Nothing really special. The people who were really close to me called me Becky—my mom, my dad, my brothers, boyfriends. I didn't like just anybody calling me it—they had to be important. But nobody's called me Becky in a really long time."

I looked back up at Steve, who nodded, deep in thought. "Do you think I could call you Becky someday?"

I smiled, liking the way the name sounded on his tongue. "I wouldn't mind if you did now."

He grinned in return. "Becky," he whispered, sounding it out, just like the time I had told him he could call me Rebecca—and, just like last time, I realized how close we were. His clear blue eyes were mere inches away from my green ones, and he offered me a shy smile as he started to move his head closer and closer to mine, our noses brushing as my eyes slid close—

"Captain Rogers, your dinner's at the door," JARVIS cut in, sending Steve and I flying away from each other. My face was as red as a tomato as Steve jumped up to the door, not even looking at me. I ran a hand through my bangs, trying to cool my face down, as Steve walked in holding a pizza box. He sat down beside me, not saying a word, putting a slice on a plate and setting it down in front of me as he got one for himself. He bit into it slowly, his face still fuchsia, as a grin slid on his face.

"This is so good," he said, easing the awkwardness of the moment. I leaned forward, grabbing mine, and tasted it. I smiled, nodding in agreement. We ate in semi-awkward silence. When I finished my first slice, he had already finished two.

"How do you eat that fast?" I said in astonishment.

Steve blushed, looking at his third piece in his hand. "After I had the procedure done…I don't know. I'm just always hungry."

I laughed, shaking my head at his embarrassment. "And yet, you look like that," I said, gesturing toward his torso.

He chuckled, glancing down shyly. "I guess I did get kinda lucky."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Kinda?"

We both continued to eat, Steve ending up eating five slices, me only three. "Do you wanna watch a movie? And I promise, not one that'll make you uncomfortable," I asked.

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah sure, that sounds good. You can choose whatever you like."

I flipped through the movie selection on the TV, finally settling on the first Harry Potter—something easy and necessary to see in modern culture. I settled in beside Steve as the movie started. We watched in silence, Steve even gathering the courage to put his arm around me as we watched. I was getting sleepy, my head on his shoulder, when he finally spoke. "What did you lose?" he whispered, so quiet that I almost thought he hadn't spoken at all.

"What did I lose?" I repeated, not picking my head up.

"When you found out your apartment was gone, you were so upset. What was in there that you lost?" he asked. I swear, the man could see right through me. I had tried to stay calm in that moment, and I thought I had succeeded—but Steve knew.

"My mom's wedding ring," I mumbled. "Some other things, too, like some of my dad's old stuff, but that was the biggest thing. That…I can never replace that."

Steve rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Becky," he murmured, really using my nickname for the first time.

"It's ok," I sighed, leaning my face into his shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut. "It wasn't even that fancy. It was real simple, a thin white-gold band with a single diamond on top."

"It meant a lot, though," he replied. "Even the littlest of things can hold meaning. I haven't seen my mom's engagement ring since I enlisted…for World War II."

I opened my eyes, meeting his sad gaze. "I'm sorry, Steve."

"Eh," he sighed, looking over at the TV screen, lost in thought. "It's alright. It's in the past. I got over it."

I nodded, resting my head back on his shoulder. I let out another yawn, my eyes sliding shut. "Steve?" I sleepily mumbled.

"Yeah?" he replied softly into my hair.

I turned so my whole body was leaning into him, my right arm draped across his chest. I could feel sleep pulling me in, but my mouth somehow continued to still spill out words. "Thanks for always being there for me," I murmured.

I felt his lips in my hair, his hand that was not around me reaching up to hold the one on his chest. "Anytime, Becky."

A/N: slkjapdhrejhgio the fluffy goodness. I actually am really happy with how this chapter turned out, so I hope you all like it. God, I just love Steve so much, he doesn't get enough credit. He's the perfect man—just like all of you are the perfect followers! (Like how I snuck that in there?) Gah, but I'm falling asleep here at the computer, so—until next time!