Sharon and Steve spent the night together talking, laughing and sharing stories once again. She still had the tingling feeling in the back of her head that she might end up boring Steve but he had quite a few questions that she could answer because of her history class and he was able to share stories from first hand experiences of what it was like to grow up when he did. The wine was delicious and after her third glass she really was feeling it, she laughed harder, smiled bigger and was a bit more playfully aggressive on her couch with the man she was falling for.

However, midnight soon hit her clock and with their schedules, they knew that they would have to be up early to get to Stark’s Towers. Of course, they spent quite some time saying ‘good bye’ at her door and she didn’t climb into bed until one in the morning, only to turn around and get up at five. Unlike every other morning, she woke up with very little sleep exceptionally happy! There was a pep to her step and a smile on her face; was she still tipsy? Nah, but her arm didn’t hurt and she had a good night with Steve before they parted so, yeah it was a good night and waking up was easy

Her morning return was rather steady and she couldn’t complain… except that she couldn’t spend time with Steve at work, that was something that she didn’t enjoy. But it was only smart for them to keep the situation between themselves; and themselves only. 

[url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/10/101568/2340050-starkbuildings.jpg]Stark Towers[/url] roared over New York City, screaming about it’s personal power and just how, well ‘awesome’ it was. Yes, it would talk just like Tony would, considering he’s the engineer behind it. Walking up the stairs, she; like her other coworkers, stared up at the height of the skeptical that is Stark Towers. Though Sharon was far from as hypnotized as her coworkers were as she was one of the first to enter the building; only to have a voice ring through the building, “Sharon Carter, Agent 13; height Five foot Nine inches, blonde hair, blue eyes, expert gun shooting, technical knowledge and snipping skills. Access Granted. Miss Carter please proceed to floor forty three where your facilities await.”

“Facilities?” She repeated only really meant for herself as she stepped into the elevator.

“Yes, per instructions of Director Fury, the staff that was able to be saved from the explosions will be new residences at Stark Towers until such repairs are completed from the towers. An immeasurable amount of personal information has been compromise; safety in numbers Miss Carter.”

“Jarvis…” She asked softly, “Who is my room near?” 

“Directly across from you Miss Carter is the room of Natasha Romanoff; to your right is Steve Rogers and to your left is Tony Stark.” 

“Really!?” She asked in a state of shock as the elevator dinged at level forty three. “Please tell me the door locks from my end.”

“If it makes any difference Miss Carter, there is a lock; latch and chain bolt. Mister Stark wished it so that you wouldn’t be disturbed when he came to visit.”

“Fan-freaking-tastic.” She said sarcastically as she stepped off on the floor and followed the directions giving by Jarvis to find the door that has her name scribed gently along the wood, she opened the door to drop her purse on the ground in surprise. [url=https://gulfhotelbahrain.com/sites/default/files/room/Gulf%20Hotel%20Bahrain%20-%20Luxury%205%20star%20hotel%20in%20Bahrain%20-%20Luxury%20Suite%20Living%20room.jpg]Her room[/url] was nicer than her apartment, the only thing that could have made it better was a door that lead into Steve’s room. Now… things were going to be a bit difficult to continue her relationship… it was a relationship right? Or something like that, with Steve in private. “Wow.” She said in shock as she stood in her doorway, to her right was two key rings, one of herself and one if she was possibly going to give it to someone else. But she was too distracted by the design of the room to really move from the open door.