Her tennis shoes slipped out from under her as her body in the blue jeans began to tumble backwards. Great just great! This is how the niece of the great Peggy Carter dies. Suppose her parents and even her aunt would have a good laugh at her when she got to wherever she was supposed to go after she died. Surprisingly enough she kept a tight grip on the box as she tumbled, even more surprising she felt something grab her back and waist. A look of surprise moved across the blonde’s face because she knew it couldn’t have been the movers, they had something in their hands too so who could it have been.
	
When she turned her attention to her savor, she found it was a tall well-built man in a leather jacket and a blue shirt. Her eyes expanded slightly behind the glasses seeing him, not because she knew who she was; in fact she was rather clueless. She actually was surprised that he was a charming looking as he was but his questioning of if she was moving him made her giggle softly before she shook her head; “Nope just taking my things for a walk.” She said with a small giggle and then beamed at him. “Yeah I’m in 5B. I’m Sharon.” 

Looking down, she noticed the men were climbing the stairs. “I think there are two boxes left, I suppose if I could have some extra help to let the guys leave earlier if you have time. What’s your name?” She asked sweetly.