Steve had spent the last two weeks with Sylvia. The older woman had become a mother figure to him. He hadn't realized it until last night when she'd pulled him close in a tight hug, something no one had done to him in such a long time. He'd finally figured out computers, and she'd been so proud. He'd enjoyed the hug as well. Sylvia had told him, through a few tears, that he needed a day off, and so did she. She was going to visit someone special to her, and needed a day to herself. So he had decided to find Raven. He'd seen her a few times since she'd snapped at him, and she'd treated him with respect, and nothing more. It had bothered him. He could see she was annoyed at him, and yet, since that day two weeks ago, she had not spoken in any way that anyone could take offence. It bothered him and he wanted to know why.

The only information he'd gotten on her whereabouts, was that she was in the hospital that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were always brought to. At least, that's what the young man had told him. He'd even gotten the room number. It was helpful being Captain America sometimes.

Steve made his way to the floor and wandered down the hall, his eyes flickering past the pretty nurses (some not so pretty) as he found the door. It was open and his blue eyes widened to see what was going on inside. He was completely shocked, and felt slightly hurt by the fact that he didn't know Phil Coulson was lying on a hospital bed, looking alive, and awake, with Raven seated next to him. Both were staring at something which sounded really odd. He frowned as his eyes swept over the room. Coulson looked tired, but like he was getting better, though he didn't seem to want to move much, and he was completely hooked up. He could talk though, and Steve watched him talk to Raven. Raven was in a light blue shirt with the words "Every day is another chance" in orange, dark jeans, low black pumps, and her hair tied up with a yellow ribbon. Or something. He wasn't sure it was a ribbon, but it looked that way. He found himself just watching her. Her dark eyes were focused more on Supernanny than Coulson, but she seemed attuned to the man.

"Sir, can I help you?" The voice was coming from his right and Steve turned to see a small blonde woman in a pale green shirt and matching pants. He frowned a little, but by then Raven and Coulson had noticed him.

"Captain!" The awe and joy from Coulson was hard to ignore, and Steve turned to smile at the man. "Raven was keeping me company while we watched Supernanny." Coulson explained as he glanced at Raven and saw her face.

Steve nodded, speaking almost to quickly. "I was actually looking for Agent Warren, but I am surprised you are… alive." Steve felt great concern for Coulson, even if the man baffled him a bit.

"Oh well, she's always in demand. Go on Raven."

The woman shook her head, her voice rather snarky. "The captain should come in, instead of hiding in the shadows." Her smile made the sting in her words just a jest, but Steve could feel her annoyance. Phil was beyond happy, if his smile was any indicator, and while Steve had gotten over the shock of seeing Coulson alive and well, he was smart enough to know when he was not wanted. He shook his head, but her dark eyes just stared at him. He had no choice and walked in.

"Good to see you are well, sir." Steve glanced at Raven, whose eyes flickered to Phil's face, who looked overjoyed to be in the same room as Steve. This hero worship was bothering Steve, but he didn't say anything. "I just found out and wanted to see for myself." A lie, but one that was worth it.

"Don't tell anyone else." Phil was quick to reply, a half-glance at Raven. Her answering look told Steve a great deal about the pair. Friends, even a father-daughter relationship, and very close. They could talk through a look.

"Captain America knows how to keep a secret, doesn't he?" She turned her dark eyes on Steve again, and he wondered if she was staring into his soul yet or not. He nodded and sat down next to Phil as the man motioned for Raven to close the door.

"I heard you did well on your mission." Steve was careful to not mention it was because of Coulson they'd gone on it. Loki had stabbed Coulson, and he swore that Coulson was dead, but apparently not. Fury had lied to the entire team! Steve glanced at Coulson, then at Raven and started to speak as he watched the woman get up and close the door, then grab the remote and turn down the TV. He was still getting used to that ability, though he did like the convenience. His apartment had a TV, and after visiting the Helicarrier for the first time, he had to get a real TV. Now he had a huge thing, and he could watch anything on it. Baseball was fun, but he found an odd joy in watching football, and cooking shows. As well as anything on Animal Planet.

As Steve and Phil chattered on, Steve's eyes never left Raven as she moved around, and finally settled down before pulling out a ball of yarn and two needles to start knitting. He didn't even think women knitted anymore. Especially young ones, but here she was knitting. She seemed to have made sure she could spend hours with the older man, just visiting. She had a large bag with everything from cookies she wasn't supposed to share with Phil (which she did), to water for herself and a book. He wondered why she was there really, but he couldn't ask. Phil was keeping his attention, getting him to talk about the past, about his 'adventures', and getting the older man comfortable with Steve. Steve actually enjoyed it, and he gradually stopped watching Raven and gave his full attention to Coulson.

Hours past in a blink of an eye, with Coulson and Steve carrying most of the conversation, which was mostly about the past anyways, and the young man who had been in the diner knocked on the door and came in, getting a happy hello from Raven. She shoved everything off of her lap and practically jumped into his arms for a hug. The taller man wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her cheek. Steve felt annoyed at seeing the blonde man there. When dark gray eyes met his own he frowned a bit, and the man stepped back laughing.

"I think ya made him annoyed, Row." Rowan frowned as she stepped back.

"Hey there, Phil. Came to see how ya were doin'." The young man's accent was heavy, and made him sound like he was from Texas, somewhere in the south. Steve stood up and walked around the bed.

"Steve Rogers." He shoved his hand out towards the man as Raven walked past him and bent down to collect her things.

"Xander Upton; Dallas, Texas." Steve frowned as the man seemed to answer his question for him.

"Mind reader. I just picked up the surface thoughts. Think of a, kind a, brick wall around yourself. I won't see anything." Xander smiled as his Texan drawl came through very thick and took Steve's and shook it before moving past him to check over Phil, who seemed to be barely staying awake. Xander winked at Steve when he turned around, and then went back to chatting with Phil as Steve started to fade into the background. Raven finished packing her bag before she reached out and touched Phil's hand.

"Get better, old man. We need you." With that she turned and headed out the door leaving the three men alone. Steve watched her go, wondering why he wanted to follow her.

"Follow her, man!" Xander was quick to voice his opinion, and it annoyed Steve, who decided that being polite was the best course of action. "Before she gets away." Steve frowned as Xander came close and stood much to close for comfort.

"Or would you rather enjoy a night with someone more… solid?" Xander's voice went husky as he looked Steve up and down.

Steve's eyes went wide, and he took a step back. "N-no. I'll go catch up to her." Steve barely kept his voice from squeaking and with that he fled the room. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard laughter from behind him.

He quickly caught up to the brown haired woman at the elevator.

"Did he chase you out of the room?" She was quick to ask, a half smirk on her face. Her glasses were hiding her eyes now, and he couldn't read her. "He's good at that." She leaned against the side of the car, her bag at her feet, more cleavage than Steve thought appropriate showing.

He quickly berated himself for even thinking of looking, though it was quiet obvious, and he couldn't help but notice her skin looked rather soft. He forced himself to look at her face, and felt confused as she seemed to be holding back a laugh. Silence continued until the door opened, and he had to move out of the way as a crush of people came in, effectively squishing himself against her, his arms trapping her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at him over the rim of her glasses. He gulped but couldn't seem to shift away, and didn't dare pull his arms back in case he fell against her. She again seemed to be holding back a smile at his predicament. What was with this woman? Peggy wasn't this confusing! Though she was confusing as hell, this woman topped her by a great deal. Snarky and rude at first, too perceptive, all together too smart, and now she was enjoying his pain! Were all women like this? Romanov wasn't this bad! At least, he didn't think she was!

The embarrassing moment passed when people got off on the next level, and he leaned back. He frowned as he glanced down. He was literally standing over her bag, but couldn't move. She continued to smirk as she leaned against the wall, enjoying a private joke it seemed. "Is there something amusing, miss?" He asked, staring at her. She shook her head.

"No. Nothing." She glanced at the people around them and took a deep breath, which did interesting things to her cleavage. He was overly thankful when the rest of the people got off, and he could step back. That was not going to happen again. Why was it taking so long to get to the bottom floor? He glanced at the numbers. They were near the bottom now. They must have gone up, and then down. He watched her now, with a stiff posture. "Stick-in-butt should leave now. Geez, Captain. Can't take a joke." Her voice was condescending as the doors opened, and she grabbed her bag as she walked out the door. He followed her, frowning as he did so.

"I get jokes just fine. I just don't understand why you find it so funny when I am uncomfortable."

She shrugged, making her jacket bounce a bit as he caught up to her. "I just do. Now, what exactly did you want? I know you didn't expect to see Phil there, so you were obviously looking for me." She smirked, as she spoke.

He stopped as she asked him that, and after a few steps she realized he wasn't with her and spun, her hand drifting to her hip. "I… Sylvia went on a trip… and Bruce and Mr. Stark are in Malibu, Romanov and Barton are elsewhere. Thor is in Asgard. Fury is somewhere doing something; I can't ever find him until he needs me. You are the only person I know that's not out of the city." Something he said must have made her feel sorry for him because her posture changed. Something softened, and she sighed, her shoulders slumping.

"Alright. Come on. When you put it that way."

He wondered if she'd gotten more out of what he'd said than he realized. He did remember their first meeting. She turned and started to walk, expecting him to follow no doubt. He did, though they did not speak as she led him through the labyrinth that was New York City at it's finest. He loved the city. He had grown up there after all. He offered to carry her bag only once and decided that it was better to feel awkward than to see that look on her face ever again. When they arrived at a tall apartment building he wasn't surprised that it wasn't as upper class as many of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents seemed to have. He'd learned a few things about her over the last few hours. She was simple, and didn't need as much as the normal modern US citizen. It was interesting, and intriguing to the solider out of his own time.