His worry about her and her arm was cute. He really didn’t like the fact that she was hurt but seemed to be more worried about the fact that she was hungry. As he left, she ventured into his apartment, one of the rare times she had been in there. Sharon really didn’t want to snoop but she did find herself looking around; the place was simple, almost empty compared to hers. It didn’t have very many memorabilia’s but he was frozen for most of his life anyway so finding things from his time frame would be difficult. 

During her search for the wine, she ran across some open old files of people he used to work with spread out on his desk, there was a file for her aunt, a few people she didn’t recognize and one of Tony’s father Howard Stark. Was she all that surprised to see that the two looked a lot alike? Not really. And they both seemed to have a sense of arrogance about them, and on his paperwork; just like it says on Tony’s, the word genius was in all capitals. Typical Starks, always wanting to draw attention to themselves while pretending they don’t.

The beautiful bottle of wine sat in one of his cabinets which did actually take her a while to go through. But she found it! Excitement built inside of her, she didn’t drink wine very often but aged wine was always something that was considered ‘fancy’ and Sharon Carter was anything but in her opinion. But here she was! Getting treated all fancy like by the man of her dreams… literally, when she was little and even… admittedly, into her adulthood, she dreamt about Steve Rogers and what it was like to be around him. Would you say her dreams lived up to the reality? No, reality was [i]so much[/i] better.

She couldn’t help but skip from his apartment, locking the door behind her and back into hers. Into the kitchen she skipped, placing the bottle down with a gentle grace before pulling a pair of wine glasses from one of her cabinets and placed them on her counter. The next trick was to attempt to open the bottle. She got the cork screw in just fine but---with the bottle being as old as it was--- she was nearly red faced by the time Steve returned; knocking on his door like he always did.

Letting out a huge puff of air and leaning back against the counter top, she called out breathlessly, “In the kitchen. Geeze…” She said with a glare at the bottle in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the wooden handle and attempted to give another pull, only to let out a disappointed grunt. “Well my goal was to have this poured before you got back but the cork as different plans!”