Steve woke up for his routine the same time he always did, even after spending the night with Sharon. A lap around Manhattan, a shower, and then some other small exercise routines and he was ready for work. Today he wore a dark blue button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, some black slacks, and matching shoes. He also put on his leather jacket, and made his way for the door. He would have been much happier going to work if he knew that the HQ was in tact, and so many people didn't get hurt or die during yesterday's incident. He didn't feel sadness. This day and age it seemed like everything was war. And in war, you will lose some very good men and women on both sides. Steve learned that lesson a long time ago. What really bugged him was the man with the robot arm. 

Steve parked on the street right in front of Stark Tower, looking up at the place, his iconic shield on his back, even when dressed normally. As soon as he stepped in Jarvis' voice spoke through the intercom. "Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America. Height 6 foot 2 inches. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Peak human agility, reflexes, strength, and senses. fluent in German, Russian, Japanese, also a skilled artist. Access Granted. Captain Rogers, please proceed to floor 43 where your facilities await."

[I]So its official... We're moving in.[/I] He thought to himself as he didn't ask any questions, and going to the elevator. Soon enough he was up in the penthouse. Stylish oak, steel, and glass interior. modern furniture, a bar, and glass screens. The whole place screamed "Stark." He walked up the staircase to reveal the new rooms, all having a name on them... Banner... Thor... Hawkeye... Rogers. He opened the door to reveal a modern looking room. And to his surprise, a lot of things from his era. A vintage radio, an old mounted World War II rifle on the wall, a Brooklyn Dodgers (now the Los Angeles Dodgers) poster, and other small trinkets that he remembered pretty fondly. It must have come from Stark's Dad's personal collection of vintage items. On one of the walls he had a place to mount his shield... This place was very well made. As if they planned on this a while ago...

He wasn't sure if he really wanted this though. He didn't like being told where to live... He tossed the jacket on the bed, and looked around a bit before hearing something next door. Stepping out, Steve saw his next door neighbor was in their own room... and to his relief it was Miss Sharon Carter. "Nice place... Although I think I like your apartment a bit more." Steve said gently at the doorframe, giving a smile when she turned around. It was one of the small opportunities he had to talk to her in an unofficial tone. He was sure Stark was somewhere, probably getting himself ready to present himself to Sharon... If they were forced to live here, their little relationship was going to be harder to keep a secret...