When he said he traveled across the world and helped people her mind raced, that calculating brain that S.H.I.E.L.D. valued so much processed what he could be. She didn’t think Fury would want her to watch someone who was involved with the company so she eliminated involvement there. Maybe he worked for the FBI or the CIA or some special section of the military. That would explain his actions when he’s around her. There’s nothing wrong with that, she understood the importance of helping people and as she tossed the chicken once again, a sweet closed mouth smile crept across her full lips as she turned her blue gaze up to him. “I’m sure you do Mister Rogers,” Refusing to call him Steve until he gave her the okay like he did her. “I’m sure you help many people; just remember that the little things go a long way.” She thought about the story of Captain American and how he went from being someone who didn’t have anything going for him but a good and honest heart and how much of an impact he made on the world; in all of her Aunt’s stories she only expressed joy, pride and happiness about him; she never once blamed him for anything or felt any sort of negativity towards him.

As he asked what brought her to the area she couldn’t help but laugh. “I do a lot of computer work.” And science, machine work, research, security, high tech things and the sorts but he didn’t need to know about that. “So my goal is to get on somewhere to do something good, like security systems that will help protect people. I’d love to get a job where I know that I’m helping protect the little guy because there will be little guys after him and hopefully; he’ll be inspired to protect them just like I was inspired by someone myself.” She was close with her Aunt Peggy and didn’t want to think or talk about it so she brushed off the topic by starting a new conversation and pulled out the chicken and diced it up on the cutting board before sprinkling it onto the salads and pulling out clean forks from a box and handing him the bowl with a fork in it and the dressing. “We can sit on the couch in the living room if you’d like. The table and chairs are packed with things it’s the only thing open.” As they walked back into the living room she proceeded to ask, knowing full well she’d need the information. “Where would you suggest I go since I’m in town? What’s the first place I have to go to?”