Times Square, Manhattan, New York
It's the middle of Times Square. The mess of the battle with the Chitauri has been cleaned up and the tourists have returned. It's a sunny day when Maria sees a blond head rising above the hoards of tourists.
'Captain Rogers?' She winces as soon as she calls out, but like most things, once its out their you can't take it back.
'Agent Hill, how are you doing on this fine morning?' He's rocking forward on the balls of his feet and she can tell he's nervous. She makes him nervous. It brings her a strange sort of glee.
'I'm fine, and you, Rogers?' The sun is shining, she is without work or familial obligations for the near future, and she makes Captain America nervous. Maria's decided to put on her nice face today. 'What are you doing here?'
'Do you know what Times Square was called when I was a child? The Tenderloin. It was the place mothers told their children not to go, it was riddled with crime, corruption, and other distasteful things. And now look at it,' Maria looks around, really looks in a way she hasn't looked at this place since she was a young girl, 'You know, someone told me 300,000 people go through Times Square every day. When I was young most people wouldn't come within a few blocks of the place. But know it's one of the world's largest tourist attractions. It just goes to show you.' He smiles and Maria is struck by how young he is.
'I guess. The city just did a big clean-up of the area about a decade ago, so this whole tourist thing is pretty new.' He smiles, motioning forward slightly and they proceed down the street, not talking.
It's nice, Maria decides, leisurely walking with someone who seems to have no expectations of anything at all from her.