Steve walked over to the counter and watched her create lunch. "I don't need lunches... you can just help me add my grand piano collection in my apartment sometime." Steve said, obviously joking. He couldn't play an instrument to save his life. When asked what he did for a living, he thought for a second. "I ahh... I travel across the world. And help people. Or at least I think. I don't know." Rogers said. The more and more time he spent with S.H.I.E.L.D., the more he questioned who were the good guys and who were the bad guys. But he wasn't going to pull this soap opera scenario on his new neighbor. He was supposed to be off for a few days... and Natashia always said that he was too busy working, and he should meet a nice girl. "No one would hesitate if you asked them out!" She would always say. Steve would always refuse that idea with him being "too busy", but he knew another part of it was because he couldn't stop thinking about Peggy Carter.

"What about you? What made you move here?" Steve asked, his blue eyes kept glancing back at her face, and then to the food she was preparing.