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Between her constant fretting about me and intermittent bursts of excitement over meeting Captain America, I was fairly sick of Steph by the time she determined that I was okay to go to sleep that night. I passed out around 8:30, mainly because I wanted Steph to stop talking. She woke me up several times that night to check on me until nine the next morning, at which point Steph prescribed as much sleep as I needed, a full day and night inside as well as no loud noises, bright lights, knitting or reading before she left for her next shift at the hospital. After which I promptly fell back asleep and forgot everything she told me.

I finally resurfaced around noon, pulling back the covers and seeing thin glints of sunlight passing through the shades. I got out of bed, standing slowly and testing my head for dizziness, happy to find that I was no longer dizzy and my head only throbbed slightly. I stretched and put on my comfiest bathrobe, prepared for a full day of TV and relaxation. Unable to resist, I peeked out the window and drew back, hissing like a vampire. Ok, so apparently light sensitivity was still a thing.

I ventured into my kitchen, brewing a cup of coffee and starting toast for breakfast. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I went into the living room, turning the television on low and turning back for the kitchen before doing a double take. On the chair across the room sat my jacket and purse from yesterday. I shook my head, turning back towards the kitchen. Steph must have picked them up on her way to work. What a sweetheart. I'd have to send her some peanut butter brownies, otherwise known as her favorite and least favorite thing. She deserved them. I set out eggs and butter to bring to room temperature before talking my coffee and toast into the living room. Setting my breakfast down I wandered over to the chair and picked up my coat, noticing a small slip of paper fall lightly to the floor. Confused, I picked it up and my eyes widened.

Dear Charlotte,

Hope that you're feeling better. Didn't want you to try and get to the shop today to grab these so I picked them up myself and left them with your friend. Please stay in and take care of yourself today. Remember, concussions are no laughing matter.

Feel better,

Steve

I chuckled at the last line, remembering his tone of voice when he had told me the same thing the day before. I smiled slowly, feeling warm and tingly that'd he'd take the time to write a note and pick up my stuff. The press was not kidding about his whole white knight routine. He really seemed like a good guy.

"Oh shit," I moaned, sitting on the couch heavily. I was the biggest jerk to him yesterday and all he was trying to do was help. I ran through the events in my head again, "Ugh, could I have been more of a jerk?" Penelope, my cat emerged from behind the couch, cuddling into my lap. "No right? I couldn't. I was the biggest asshole ever to Captain fucking America. I called him boy scout for god sakes!" I dropped my head back in exasperation and Penelope climbed up to lick my chin. "Oh, and where were you last night young lady?" I asked looking at her white and black face. She looked at me slyly before jumping off of my lap and crossing to my bedroom. "Uh huh. Likely story." I called after her.

I rose, going back to the kitchen and starting on Steph's brownies. I had not behaved well yesterday and still he had brought my coat and jacket back to me. I poured the batter into a pan and then slid them into the oven, setting the timer on my phone. If Steph got peanut butter brownies, then it was the least I could do to make something for Steve. I pulled my phone out again, texting Steph.

"I need to make something for Steve to say thank you. Why didn't you tell me he brought my stuff home?!"

"You were asleep! Steve as in Captain America? Oooooo."

"Shut up. I was a complete bitch to him yesterday and I feel like shit. Help me figure out how to make it up to him."

"How are you going to get anything to him? Send it via his fan club?"

Oh crap, I hadn't thought that far. I raced back across the room, picking up the note on the table, noticing the bottom of the page.

Avengers Tower

200 Park Avenue

New York, New York

"He left a note with my stuff and its got an address on it"

"Score!"

"Looks like he's staying at the Avengers Tower. At the very least someone there might know about him."

"Well, there you go Betty Crocker. What the hell are you going to make him?"

"Shit, I don't know. Ideas?"

"Well, you could always make apple pie -wink, wink-"

"I can't believe you said that. Also, you can just text an winky emoji face. You don't have to text -wink, wink- every time"

"Bitch I know that, I just prefer to write it long hand. I'm old fashioned like that. Crap, gotta go, we've got a code in bed 25."

"Okay thanks, go save lives!"

I set my phone down and sighed. Something with apples actually wasn't a terrible idea. I smiled, seeing the puff pastry in my fridge.

"Yes, definitely something with apples."

(Steve POV)

"Earth to Capsicle. Earth to Capsicle. Shit, is he having a stroke? He's certainly old enough for it. Steve!" Captain Steve Rogers snapped to attention, confusedly focusing on an irritated and exasperated Tony Stark.

"What?"

"Were you listening Capsicle? We're discussing the term of your lease. Unless you want to get kicked out of the tower, listen up." Stark replied.

"Oh really, after you begged me for months to move in for good?" Steve asked, one eyebrow quirked smugly.

"Oh, he begged you too?" Dr. Bruce Banner said, smiling. "I thought I was the only one who got special treatment."

"Shush," Stark motioned to Banner, turning and taking his spot at the front of the table. "I did not beg anyone. I simply pointed out that it would be simpler for all of us to live in the same building at least part of the year. And you got to admit, this place is pretty sweet." He reached out to take a tumbler of scotch from the robot next to him. "Thank you DUMMI." The robot turned left the room before a crash sounded and Tony winced.

"Oh yes, very sweet. With only one malfunctioning and sentient robot wandering around." Banner quipped, grinning.

"Only one," Tony echoed, "I cannot figure out what the hell is wrong with that damn-JARVIS?"

"Yes sir," came the British AI's voice, only slightly jolting Steve. After a year of living off and on at the tower, he really should be used to JARVIS by now. Steve supposed that the disembodied British voice of a computer coming from the ceiling would never seem normal.

"Shut DUMMI down. Run a full diagnostic." Stark sighed.

"Yes sir," JARVIS replied.

"Now, back to the matter at hand. I just figure it would be easier this way, and since half of you have been basically living here for the past year, I thought we'd make it official."

"Oh, how sweet." Agent Clint Barton chuckled from the other side of the table, "he wants to go steady." the table erupted into chuckles.

"Okay, that's it! Check your papers for your assignments and take the keys." Stark muttered, throwing up his hands.

"Oh no, we hurt his feelings. Tony, we didn't mean to! It's so unexpected, you haven't even let us wear your letterman's jacket yet!" Clint continued as Tony flung up his middle finger in response. The rest of the group grabbed their papers and retreated to their now designated areas of the found his floor sandwiched between Banner and Romanoff, sighing as the elevator doors opened to a huge living room, fully stocked kitchen and all of the technology he could ever want and could probably never figure out how to use.

Avenger Tower was never his first choice, but it was free, with the few people he knew in this era, and made him able to avoid paying what he considered absurd prices for an apartment of his own within the city. Even his old neighborhood was ridiculously priced, and full of strange looking young people touting mustaches and horn rimmed glasses. Avengers Tower was the better choice for now at least.

He smiled faintly, coming to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the New York City skyline. It had been nearly a century since it had been his home, and the city had changed, but at its core, it was still New York. Though he never pictured himself living in Manhattan, even in what felt like a previous lifetime before the serum, he couldn't deny that they view was fantastic.

He looked east, wondering if he could spot Charlotte's apartment from here. He hoped that she was okay. She had looked so pale yesterday, even when he had finally gotten her settled at her little apartment. He resisted the urge for the tenth time that day to go and check up on her, telling himself that doing so would probably just creep her out. Maybe he could call? He turned away from the window. No he couldn't. He'd never gotten her phone number. Steve was sure that Tony could probably track her and find out the details but there was no way in hell he was telling Tony about this girl and opening himself up to more ridicule.

No, he would just have to let her go for now. If she wanted to reach out, she had his address. Maybe he should have left his number as well. No, that would have been way too forward of him. Or maybe not. Exasperated, he plunked himself on the couch, surprised at the give in the hard looking cushions. He had no idea why he was so torn up over this girl. She was beautiful yes, but he had seen many beautiful women in his lifetime, though he hadn't been this immediately attracted to anyone since, well, since Peggy.

Charlotte was gorgeous, truly. When he turned that aisle, he never expected to see a petite young woman reaching for a truly horrendous yellow ball of yarn. Perfect curves, an apron cinching a narrow waist, skirt hugging rounded hips and revealing shapely legs from the knee down. When she fell backwards, he hadn't hesitated in reaching out to catch her, the serum kicking in. But holding her in his arms, that body, soft and fragrant, muddled his brain for a moment before she opened her eyes and revealed a large set of bright green eyes trimmed with thick, dark lashes.

She looked like something out of a magazine from his time; full high cheekbones, small nose and plump lips. Her dark hair had framed her face messily and he remembered how she looked at him before she realized what had happened, brows furrowed in confusion, lips just parted. He had wanted to kiss her then, but stopped himself, fully aware of how rude that would've been. Still, he regretted not tasting those lips. Then again in her apartment. He had been inches from a kiss before her friend had busted in.

Either way, it hadn't happened, and if he was honest with himself, it would have been completely wrong to kiss her in her state. She was concussed and not in her right mind, it would have been unfair and Steve would have been taking advantage of her. He sighed heavily, standing up to go back to the window, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. She probably hadn't even liked him that much. When she had seemingly leaned in for a kiss, she had probably just been woozy from the concussion. Worry took over again. He really hoped that she was alright.

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