Steve Rogers hated his apartment, there were SHIELD agents lurking around the building at all times. To him, it felt like a prison. He never left his loft, even though the people on his floor were a bit too rowdy for his own taste. Correction the girl across the hall from him. A month ago she had a party that ended up in the their shared hallway with many drunk party goers sliding on their stomachs on a plastic sheet, or two weeks ago where every one was wearing their underwear and many drunken people would knock on his door demanding to be let in, or the Halloween party a few days ago where he could hear a fight raging on to the point where there was a hole in the hallway. For that reason he didn't like her, he never met her, but he already knows that he doesn't want anything to do with her.

Steve was pulled away from his thoughts when a tapping came from his door. He sighed, it was a Wednesday night and he'd hope it wasn't a drunken idiot. He looked through the eye hole to see a young girl standing in front of the door waiting patiently. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and she wore a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans. He opened his door as the girl stood with a polite smile. "Finally," she sighed in relief. "I thought you were a shut in for a while." She gave him a coy smile.

"Do I know you?" He looked at her oddly.

She shook her head, "I'm Addison Smith, I live across the way." She introduced herself, but from Steve's stoney look he wasn't too pleased to meet her. "Ah well," she said a bit more bashfully. "I was having dinner and I was wondering if you'd like to join me." She simmered, but mentally she was slapping herself. She isn't this shy, but she expected a 500 pound Mammoth of man who spent his his days spanking the monkey or playing WoW. "I mean I make way too much for myself and I was wondering if you want to get out of your place...I'm sorry for babbling," she sighed.

"Why would you want me at your place?" He crossed his arms as he studied the girl.

"To get to know you," she said to him. "I've met and drank with or befriended every one on this floor, except you." She said to him honestly. "Plus I was hoping you'd get sick of microwave meals." She scrunched up her nose in distaste.

She was right about that, Steve was getting sick of the 'hungry man' dinners. Would he really go over to the she-devil's place for some real food? He sighed, "Is this a party or some trick?" He asked her.

"Nope, real food and we get to know each other." She said as she turned away from him and walked through her open door waiting for him to come over. He sighed as he walked over to her apartment, but soon the smell of food made his stomach growl. Addison laughed, "I hope you don't mind that I made roasted chicken." She told him as she walked over to her oven to baste the bird before it would dry out.

Steve knew there was a large difference between Addison's loft and his. He walked over to see a moderate sized entertainment system with a few picture frames full of pictures of friends and family. Her home felt warm and welcoming. He looked at her modern kitchen as she walked around the place with a mission. "What do you do for a living Addison?" He asked as she threw some butter in a pan and placed the pan in low heat.

"I'm a chef," she told him a she tossed the contents of the pan in the air and easily catching the items in the pan. "What do you...you know what I never got your name." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

"Steve Rogers," he told her as he looked at a photo of her with another girl in graduation gowns.

"That's my best friend Rachel," she said as she pulled out the chicken. "Take a seat Steve," she told him. "Dinner is almost done." She told him as she started to set the table.

Steve sat down at the table, then a random thought crossed his mind. 'Is this how it was supposed to be if I wasn't frozen? A beautiful dame would make me dinner while I relaxed from work?' She looked at him oddly as he pulled himself away from his own thoughts. "What?" He asked.

She just smiled and repeated, "Did you want something to drink? I've got wine or beer if you prefer." She told him.

"Beer should be fine." He said as she walked over to her fridge. She placed the beer bottle top on the table and popped the top. She handed him a beer. "It smells good," he said.

She grinned, "I'm glad." She pulled out the chicken out of the oven.

"Did you need help?" He asked.

"No thanks," she said nicely. "Just sit down you're my guest." She set the chicken on the table. She grabbed some plates and set them in front of him.

"How long have you been a chef?" He asked as the smell of the food made his mouth water.

She tilted her head to the side, "I started cooking since I was a child." She smiled sadly. "My father was a chef while my mother was a pastry chef."

"Was?" He asked.

She nodded quickly, "When I was young, my parents had a terrible accident. I survived, but my parents didn't." She told him honestly.

He felt his heart stop, "I'm so sorry." He said quickly.

She laughed softly, "It was a long time ago." She told him. "They're always looking out for me though." She placed a plate of brussel sprouts on the table. Steve made a funny face. "Don't tell me that you don't like them." She giggled.

"I never been fond of them." He told her.

She grabbed a fork and took one of the sprouts and placed it in front of his face. "Try it," she said seriously. He looked at the espresso haired chef. His eyes met with her mint green eyes. He slowly opened his mouth and took a bite of the vegetable. He chewed slowly and his mouth slowly grew a smile.

"That's really good," he said.

Addison smiled, "That's great." She said as she started to cut the chicken. Once everything was plated, "Alright eat up." She said sitting down at the table with him. That is how it all got started.

Steve punched the bag as hard as he could. He couldn't sleep again, dreams of the war and Bucky dying flooded his mind. He was tired and angry, it wasn't fair for him to get to live while everyone else left him. However he had to stop punching the bag when there's knock on the door. He sighed as he opened the door. Addison stood there in a tank top and shorts. "Having trouble sleeping?" She asked him.

He looked at her with uncertainty. "How did you know?" He asked a bit upset. She walked into his apartment for the first time. It was a bit old fashion with a boxing bag in the corner.

"I know how it feels losing some one," She said holding up a small plate. "When I was little, my mom used to bake these for me." She said setting down a plate of Madeleine. "Should I make some tea?" She asked him. She went over to his cupboards.

"Well," he looked uneasy at her.

"Oh I'm sorry," she laughed softly. "I'm intruding." She said as she started to walk away.

He grabbed her shoulder, "Wait." He spoke to her. "I'll make the tea," he said, letting her come back inside.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" She asked as she took a seat on his counter as Steve set up the tea.

He sighed, should he tell her the truth? "You see I used fight in the war." He tried to explain.

"You lost someone close to you right?" She asked.

"Honestly I lost everyone," he told her as they waited for the water to steam. "I came back and I have no one."

Her arms quickly wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him close to her. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Steve stood there not knowing what he should do while she hugged him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her. "You have me," she told him as she pulled away.

This was the first time in a long while he felt he wasn't alone. His crystal blue eyes met with hers, "Thank you." He said as the kettle whistled.

She smiled and nodded, "Any time Steve." She said. "If you have any trouble sleeping or if you want to talk, I'll be there for you."

He combed her hair with his fingers. "I appreciate it Addy." He moved in closely.

"Am I interrupting any thing?" A voice asked. Steve looked up as he saw Nick Fury standing at the doorway.

"Uh," Steve sputtered.

"I just made Steve some cookies," Addison said quickly. "I'll leave you guys to your own devices. I'll talk to you later Steve." She said as she left his place.

Nick Fury just smiled at the little scene that just happened. "It seems you set some roots down." He smirked as Steve sighed and began making himself a cup of tea.

"What are you here for sir?" He asked knowing from the talk earlier today it was about the Tesseract and Loki.

"I wanted to know if you'd be ready to leave tomorrow." He told him as he looked at the plate of cookies Addison left for him. He took one off the plate and ate it. "That's a damn good cookie."

"I'll be ready sir." He looked over to across the hall where Addison was.

"Good," Nick said leaving the room. Once he closed Steve's door he went across to Addison's apartment. He knocked on the door.

Addison opened the door a crack seeing the man with the eye patch looking at her intently. "Addison Smith am I correct?" He said to her.

"What can I help you with?" She said looking at the man with an odd expression.

"I am the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, I was wondering if you wanted a job." He asked her.

She made a sound of amusement before looking at the man with a bored look. "I'm sorry sir, but I have a good job."

"Addison, I know what you were part of when you were put in the system." He said as he walked into her apartment.

Her eyes grew cold as she shut her door, "Are you trying to threaten me?"

"I just know that there are some parties really interested in your whereabouts." He said casually. "I see you and Rogers are pretty close, I just wanted to know if you wanted a job."

"I don't do that stuff anymore," she said softly. "I promised not to kill another innocent people because I was ordered to."

"That's fine, you can be the cook then." He told her. "If we need you then you switch it around." He told her.

Addison looked down to the ground, "Fine, but as long as I"m your last resort."