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blackjacksdonuts: haha I can't believe my Derek story got you here. This is a surprise, usually its my Johnny Storm one ^^. Well Olivia isnt as bubbly as Megra is but hopefully you will still like her. Thanks for the review, cant wait to hear what you think of this chapter :)

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Ps: Steve does that thing.

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"Wait hold on." Steve paused in the process of raising his mug of coffe to his lips when Olivia's astonished words distracted him.

"You are in New York for a visit?" she repeated her expression reflecting her disbelief.

"Yes." He responded, took a sip of his coffee and then smiled at her "Why is that hard to believe?"

"Well after the mass destruction of most of Manhattan and the fact that this is a popular world domination sight. I didn't really think people would want to come here. Except for those, extreme tourists."

Steve had to agree, the woman had a point. He also had to acknowledge that he was enjoying her company. When they first walked into the coffee shop the place was empty except for that one inspired writer at one of the singles tables. Typing away urgently at his laptop. They found a booth near the window with a view of the passing traffic.

Olivia sat on the opposing side of the booth and kept the kitten carefully tucked in her arm and under the table. Steve was curious about why there wasn't much protest from the little cub, only to find out it was sleeping peacefully.

One of the waitresses, dressed in a simple peach coloured blouse, tucked into a knee length white skirt with a black waist apron on top, took their orders. Two cream coffees and rushed off. Due to the lack of customers, their drinks arrived efficiently.

An hour into their talk, the rain had turned into drizzle but Steve was in no hurry to leave.

"Most come to pay their respects and help with the rebuilding. Alien invasion is a popular way to attract attention." The Captain mused kindheartedly.

"Is that why you are here? To help rebuild?"

"Yes, a...friend of mine had had a lot of damage done to one of his buildings. I offered to support." He answered, her features immediately softened to sympathy.

"Oh, I am sorry for your friend." She said with the coffee cup nestled between her small hands. He was a little mesmerized by the way she brushed at the white ceramic with the padded base of her thumbs.

"It was an ugly building anyway, gives him a chance to redecorate. But it seems my help wasn't as needed as I thought. People had recovered fast." He admitted earnestly. Steve had returned from his little trip across America with the idea that New York would still be under construction. But his few weeks away had felt like months because whole towers that were brought down were back up and more glorious than before. This included the Stark Tower that had been newly appointed as the Avengers HQ.

Despite Tony's dismissal, Steve couldn't help but think the genius had taken the Captain's "ugly building" comment to heart.

"Time and a lot of acceptance, I suppose." Steve was quick to hear the faint despair in her voice. He looked to find she had lowered her gaze to the brim of the mug. Her eyelids were heavy with sadness and the smile on her lips was beginning to waver.

He was tempted to ask her of her troubles. Clearly the mentioning the destruction from the Battle of New York had caused a stirring of emotions. Maybe she lost her home like many others? Her place of work? Or worse…family.

He wanted to ask, but it felt out of place, he had just met her.

"So!" she abruptly exclaimed, willing away any trace of melancholia with a bright grin.

"You get through the usual tourist sites that weren't destroyed?"

He was stunned and took a moment to answer.

"No not really, I got lost once trying to find the grocery store and I just gave up on the whole exploring the city thing." He blurted out "I am being relocated to Washington actually, in a few weeks."

"Oh no, you shouldn't give up so easily, I know New York is a little extravagant." Her words drifted off into an inaudible murmur. Steve couldn't help but smile in amusement at the contemplative look she wore while rubbing her chin.

"Tell you what, I'll show you around."

"Really?" Steve perked up, he was not expecting the offer.

"Yeah, I know this place inside and out—ish." She made a slanting gesture with her right hand "It would be fun to introduce you to everything."

"That is most kind of you, Ma'am. But you don't have to bother yourself." Despite the words that left his lips. Steve was secretly hoping he wouldn't have to venture modern day NYC by himself.

"It's no bother, honestly. I used to explore this city all the time with my niece." She abruptly cleared her throat and broadened her smile.

"So, where would you like to start?"

"The grocery store would be good." He answered sheepishly and took the last gulps of his coffee.

"Grocery store it is. In fact I am going to go ahead and show you like five of them. I hope you don't mind if I buy a bagel first, I like to snack and walk."

Steve sat up in alarm, she didn't waste any time. He found that admirable about her, plus his fridge was running out of content.

As if sensing Olivia's urge to depart, the waitress returned with a round brown tray pressed to her thighs.

"Hey can I get you two anything else?" She asked while leaning over slightly.

"A cream cheese bagel to go, if you have any of those." Olivia ordered politely while adjusting the frame of her glasses.

"We sure do, what about you Sir?"

"Nothing for me thanks." Steve responded reticently.

"Meow."

Steve and Olivia immediately tensed at the soft mewl that called out from under the table.

The waitress slowly turned her attention away from Captain America and to Olivia.

"Is that a kitten?" The attendant asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry you must have a no pet's policy but I literally just found him outside in the rain. " Olivia began to stutter out an apology and brought up the small fur ball that took up her palms.

Steve looked to the young waitress. He was expecting to see a cross worker ready to dismiss the both of them. Instead, the woman was smiling brightly with a wide adoring gaze directed at the feline.

"Aw, poor guy." She cooed, abandoning the tray on to their table and immediately scooping up the kitten into her hands. The animal mewled again and didn't protest as the strange woman held it to her chest.

Olivia and Steve exchanged relieved glances as the waitress continued to pet and show affection to the adorable cat.

"Don't worry Jennifer stepped out for few hours so there won't be any problems." She assured and kissed the top of the animal's head of downy fur.

"No there won't, no there won't." She tutted her voice soft and delicate.

Steve couldn't help but smile at the sight. The little cat was clearly enjoying the petting. Olivia's laughter caught his attention.

"How about a little saucer of milk for the little guy? On the house." The bubbly waitress suggested as she tenderly handed the four month old kitten back to his rescuer.

"Wow, thanks." Steve uttered in wonder and appreciation. Olivia was nodding in stunned gratitude while beaming up at the waitress.

"No problem hun." She winked and returned to the cashier.

Steve turned to Olivia who was juggling to holding the energized kitten. He was trying to crawl up to her shoulder, she had tried to stop him but eventually gave up. Steve watched as the cat climbed up and nestled into the crook of her neck, making her flinch. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight.

"So I guess you are going to take him home with you huh?"

"I don't think I have a choice at this point."

Steve Rodgers was looking forward to heading out the next morning. The night before Olivia had chivalrously helped him find a grocery store with the easiest possible route. She had even confiscated his phone while he held her cat. It was to show him how to use Google maps. Steve was very impressed by how modern technology made things easier. He even found a pastry shop close to his apartment thanks to a popular food blog.

Olivia had managed to show him three grocery store plus laundry when her cellphone rang. She had to cut the expedition short due to a hair appointment.

Steve had felt a tinge of disappointment, considering it was the first time since the battle when he hadn't felt lonely. But she was eager to exchange phone numbers and wanted to meet him again the next day. Steve was more than happy to agree to the plans.

So he stood at the front of that same pastry shop, brushing away the crumbs of the croissant he ate, off his brown leather jacket. He felt a little vulnerable standing by himself and towering over most of the people in Manhattan. But the busy New Yorkers hardly noticed him as they went about their tasks that Sunday morning.

"Steve!"

The good Captain turned to acknowledge the familiar voice that yelled out his name. Being a very tall super solider, it was easy to find the arm that was waving frantically at him from the incoming morning (pedestrian) traffic.

It was a woman. She was dressed in a simple black top and knee length white skirt that squished around her legs at her eager strides towards him. He had trouble recognizing the woman. She had short voluminous dark hair that fell over thick black frames. It took him a moment of stunned silence to realise it was—

"Olivia?"

"Yeah." She had halted in front of him. Watching him uncertainly and hesitant to approach by reading his perplexed body language.

"Wow I—"Steve shook his head, dispelling his shock "Sorry I had trouble recognizing you for a moment."

Her dark brows lifted up from behind her glasses. She lowered her gaze to her attire and pinched her chiffon skirt.

"Is it cause I am wearing dry clothes?" Her teasing tone immediately eased him.

"I like your hair." He commented with a smile. Steve was surprised by the blush that instantly coloured her pretty face.

"Thanks," She said, her voice confident despite the fidgety way she scratched at the back of her head "I wanted to cut it for a while but kept delaying it. Yesterday made me realize that long hair and inclement weather do not mix. Isn't bob a weird name for a hair cut?"

"Could be worse, it could be Bert."

Her laughter that followed was full of ease "You are funny."

Steve hadn't realized she had been holding an object in her hand until she abruptly thrust it in his direction.

"Jelly Bean?" She offered. It was a small, cylindrical, plastic container. Within it were tiny kidney shaped sweets in various different shades and colours. Fascinated he peered down at them in wonder.

"Never tried one before." Steve confessed.

"Oh in that case, this should be your first." She was quick to fish out a bean for him and Steve accepted it with an open palm.

"You can't go wrong with caramel corn." She said. He stared down at the jelly bean. It was a white with little flecks of kernel yellow. He quickly plopped it into his mouth and was instantly amazed by the bursts of flavor on his tongue. He felt like he was back in the 1940s, waiting in line for a movie with Bucky while lazily nibbling on a popcorn.

"That is something." He murmured in awe. She grinned and poured a few more beans into his palm. They walked down the sidewalk in a pleasant silence. Steve was eagerly eating away at the rainbow of sweets in his palm.

"So, Steve where you from?" She asked curiously.

"Brooklyn, but it was a little different when I left." He answered truthfully as his gaze moved about the city, watching the busy people bustle about. Due to it being a weekend the pedestrians were wearing more colorful clothes than the usual blue and white collar related job attire he was used to seeing.

"That's usually the case isn't it?" She said amiably, his attention moved back to her. The smiling understanding in her expression made him feel more at ease.

"What about you, are you from the city?" He inquired while plopping another bean into his mouth.

"Actually I just moved back here after living with my parents for a while. They are in Winterville, North Carolina." She answered softly.

"Oh I went there once, it's a peaceful place." He said enthusiastically, she smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah but I've always been the city gal. Moved here straight after college to start my business."

"In?"

"Web design."

Steve blinked, marveled by her response.

"You designed the websites on the internet?"

Steve could tell from the way she grinned and bit her lip that she was trying to prevent laughing at his dubious question. He was grateful that she hadn't.

"Well not all of them, but I get clients who want their website to look a certain way and I am the girl for the job. Plus I like working from home, I get to wear my pajamas all day."

"Now that sounds like a job I wouldn't mind." He commended pensively "But you probably already know what I do."

He sent a surreptitiously glance that did not go unnoticed by her. Her smile grew.

"Yeah, Captain." She teased. He blushed.

"Your job is way more interesting though." She continued and stared wistfully up at him "I mean travelling, kicking ass, intergalactic ass. Saving lives, if I had the fitness level you do I would probably not have my butt planted to a chair all day."

She rubbed her chin in thought then added "Actually, I probably would."

He laughed, charmed by her words.

"It has its ups and downs." He said with casual shrug "I've always wanted to help people I am just glad I get to do it. I am treasuring the calm I get right now, before I get pulled back into the field."

Steve averted his attention to the skies. For a few seconds he admired the beautiful endless blue sky with its downy white clouds.

"Oh right." It was the enthusiasm that had dimmed in her voice that immediately grabbed his interest once again. Olivia had lowered her gaze guilty.

"Sorry I shouldn't have brought it up, kicking ass is probably the last thing you want to think about." She said as she began to nervously pinch at the rim of the transparent container. Steve regretted having made her feel shamefaced and quickly tried to reassure her.

"No no it's fine really, I don't mind. You put into a more...colourful perspective."

"Really? Me? The girl who said intergalactic ass?" She questioned smiling unsurely with an urban lift of one dark brow. The frantic bobbing of his head made her grin widen.

"You know you are awfully optimistic for an older fella."

Steve deadpanned and she bit her lower lip to prevent herself from laughing.

"I prefer you tease me about my age than my misunderstanding yesterday." He admitted bashfully.

"Aw it's alright, you are allowed your senile moments." She teased and gently bumped her shoulder against larger arm. Steve sighed and sent her a feigned look of exasperation while trying not to smile at the same time.

She raised her palms up in surrender with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Okay I am stopping I'm sorry, it's just too easy with you."

He didn't mind, he liked witnessing this open carefree side of her.

"So, where are you taking this old man?" He questioned as they continued down the sidewalk.

"Don't know if I should ask this but do you like ice cream Steve?" She inquired uncertainly.

"Yeah, why didn't you know if you should ask me that?"

"Well considering the fact that you had been iced out—so to speak—didn't know if you wanna relive the memory."

Steve gazed down at the cheeky way she beamed up and him and didn't know if he should sigh or laugh.

"Through ice cream? Really?"

"I don't know, I was just being considerate." She said with an innocent little heave of her shoulders "This is great though because I have been having the biggest ice cream craving all day. Ever had cookie dough?"

"No." He responded after a moment of consideration, she gaped in horror.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat."

Steve couldn't help but chuckle at her dramatic, high pitched wail.

"By that exaggerated 'what'I am going to safely assume that you are surprised." He mused and plopped another jelly bean into his mouth. He couldn't help but pout at the realization that there was only one more left in his hand.

"Damn straight, but it's fine cause you are going to love it." She stated confidently.

"I have no doubt, these jelly beans are amazing." He mused and took the very last one.

"Oh well, here take it all." Olivia unexpectedly placed the entire can of candy into his hand before he could deny it.

"But it's yours." He tried to hand it back to her but she refused.

"Forget about it, I probably won't finish that anyway." From the dismissive wave of her hands, Steve couldn't help but hesitantly accept the confectionery

"So, how is the kitten?" He asked conversationally.

"Needy but I don't mind, he makes it cute. I gave him a name."

"Oh what is it?"

"Anakit." She answered with a proud lift of her chin "Like Anakin but a cat—"

"I understood that reference." He cut in with an enthusiasm that made his blue eyes glitter.

"This is surprising, when did you watch Star Wars?" She asked after recovering from her astonishment. Steve grinned and shrugged smugly.

"Tony kept bugging me to, it was five out of the ten things on my list that I had done."

"Oh, do you have this list on you?" She wondered. Steve was eager to show her and stopped consuming the jelly beans in order to fish out his pocket book from within the recess of his jacket. It was a palm sized, rectangular note book with a rusted brown cover and black spine. Steve always thought the book looked deceivingly tiny in his hands but it seemed larger in hers.

He watched her as she tucked back a thick lock of her hair behind her ear and then opened the book delicately. Her amber eyes skimmed over his pen strokes with a pensive look on her face. He saw the occasional smirk of amusement.

"Not bad, Nirvana." She mused glancing up at him. "I'm guessing most of these are Stark's suggestions."

Steve was taken aback by her accurate deduction.

"Yeah, do you know Tony?"

"I've met him once—briefly at an event." From the tightness in her voice and the way she had her eyes fixated on the book, he guessed she didn't have the best opinion on the Stark protégé. Then again, neither did he when he first met Tony.

"The web design company I used to work for created their website, but that was back in twenty ten." He nodded in acknowledgment, she flashed him a quick smile and turned her attention back to the book.

"You should add Star Trek too, but that might take you a while to get through. I have the box set, I'll lend it to you." She suggested and handed the book back to him. Steve didn't really know what a 'Star Trek' was. He hoped the title was self-explanatory, he had come to discover most Sci-fi related titles were. He had to appreciate her generosity considering he is still a stranger to her, despite her knowing of his alter ego.

"That's nice of you, thanks." He commended. Olivia was a little oblivious to his gratitude and continued to ramble on quietly animatedly with her arms.

"Then of course you will have to watch E.T not to mention Space Odyssey. But then again I'm more of a fantasy lover myself, which is why I can't help but notice Lord of The Rings isn't on here." She abruptly stopped, realizing that all she had received from Steve was silence.

"Am I overwhelming you? Because I can understand how this might be overwhelming."

Steve chuckled and shook his head. He had to admit, her consideration was refreshing.

"Not at all, please continue." He insisted and picked up a white bean with brown specks on it. After several jelly beans, he had now found a favourite: Toasted Marshmallow.

"Are you sure?" she asked uncertainly "Because at the rate I'm going you are probably going to need a bigger book."

Even though her words were meant to be caution, he saw the spark of an idea in her amber eyes.