“Please,” She said insistently as they climbed the stairs together. “Call me Sharon. There’s no need to be formal.” A formal guy in New York City; well this was unexpected. Why was Fury having her watch over him? A strapping young man like him must be able to hold his own with anything and considering he was carrying two boxes that were heavier than the ones she had in her arms only confirmed the obvious fact that he could take care of himself.

“Well if you have a good neighbor you want to stay on good terms with them right? You’re helping me with my things, and I’ll bribe you into liking me as your neighbor with food.” As they got to the door she turned to him, giving him a playfully innocent smile, a twinkle in her blue eyes behind the glasses as she looked up at him; god he was so cute and she looked a mess! “Don’t judge the place, I just moved in!” With that she pushed the door open with her foot and the two walked inside the box-scattered house. 

As he sat them down where she instructed she watched his muscles flex. Holy jesus… why was Fury wanting this guy watched, to make sure he ‘adapted’ to the city. There’s no way this man wouldn’t be able to adapt. Women would throw themselves at him, men wouldn’t mess with him and there’s not a place in New York City that wouldn’t want a good looking strong man as an employee. Why was this happened? And how LUCKY was she? “Oh!” She said snapping back into reality as she placed her box onto the small coffee table in front of the couch. “I’m from Virginia originally than moved to the State of New York; so it was only time that I migrated to New York City. If you’d like to sit down and watch some TV I’ll make some lunch.” With that she turned around, ready to turn on the TV only to see that the men didn’t take the time to put it on her TV stand.

The blonde allowed her hands to drop to her sides in disbelief; she finished putting together the stand before they brought up the TV and place the heavy thing on the ground instead of the tough metal stand that was meant to hold it. “Well I could hook up the cable and you could watch TV on the floor…” She said obviously disappointed that the TV wasn’t where it was supposed to be but at least she was still being friendly and offering to entertain him while she cooked. “Do you like Caesar salad? I make a mean Chicken Caesar salad.” Her voice was polite, warm and inviting. It’s hard to believe someone like her would work for S.H.I.E.L.D. She slid into her open kitchen and pulled some chicken from the fridge while she placed a pan for one of the kitchen boxes onto the stove top and turned it on. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything Mister Rogers.”