Steve didn't dare grasp her tightly, or pull her too close. Again, his habit of respect would always kick in. She was a person just like he was. After the next few moments of kissing (they felt like hours) Steve was asked to dinner. He accepted, but told her that he would have to invite her over so he could make her dinner some time. but until then he ran over to his place to grab the Empire Strikes Back, and together they watched and ate a delicious dinner. Steve remembered beef stew to be much worse than what Sharon made. If people back in 1940 cooked like this, he might have actually buffed up on his own! Once the food was gone, he made sure his teeth were clean of corn or anything else, and once again he took Sharon in his arms. His mind went blank when he felt Sharon pull his other arm from on top of the couch to around her body. He wasn't complaining, or planning to pull it back. He wasn't used to it, but it felt very nice.

When he was leaving, and after he said goodnight and thank you, he stopped about halfway, turned around, and gave her a gentle kiss on her soft lips. It sent another surge of electricity in to him. As he walked across the hall, his tossed his keys up in the air catching them, softly whistling "Strangers in the Night"

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Wake up. go for a run. and shower. That's how every morning started with Steve Rogers. What wasn't as routine was a call from Director Fury, asking him to come in. This time, in uniform. He made his way to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, and changing from his leather jacket and jeans in to his iconic stars and stripes. Helmet, shield, and all. He walked though the HQ and to the main lobby, and in to the elevator. He sighed and turned around to see a quite attractive woman staring at him... Wait... that was Sharon! What was she doing here? Before he could react to her greeting, he watched in horror to see two men grabbing her and hitting her!

The glass elevator was rising as they were dragging the limp body to the street. Desperate, Steve looked around, pulled off his shield, and crashed through the glass, falling for the floor. He stuck out his shield downward, and as he hit the ground the shield absorbed almost all the impact. He followed momentum, and rolled off smoothly, getting back to his feet. He looked around to see the two men throwing Sharon in to the back of the van, and quickly driving off. No. Not on his watch! he charged after them, leaping over a bench. "Fury this is Rogers. A woman has just been kidnaped. I'm going after them." He said through the built in comms system as he landed on his motorcycle. He didn't have his keys, so he had to hot wire it. It was going to destroy his favorite vehicle, but he soon realized that he would do anything to save Sharon. He sped off after the van, still in his suit, and his shield on his back.

he swerved in and out of traffic to catch up the van. it didn't surprise him to see that gunshots were aimed at his direction. he gave a very sharp turn, his foot sticking out as the now horizontal motorcycle was skidding across the street. He could feel the bullets hitting the shield on his back. It seemed to be working very well... until they hit one of his tires. The motorcycle lost control, and Steve fell off it, rolling, trying to keep his head from hitting the ground as he let momentum take control. He landed on his stomach, his chin and knuckles scratched and his blue eyes stared at the license plate, remembering it instantly, and the direction they were going. If he had to guess, they were going to a dock.