Steve leaned on the door frame when she opened the door, and even out of the red dress she was beautiful from head to toe. The formalities were something they grew accustomed to, and something they now had to do more now that they were living here in Stark's place. When asked to come in to grab the heater, Steve had a small smile on his face, giving a nod. "It'd be my pleasure, Miss Carter." Rogers said, stepping in to the room, looking around. "Not as cozy as our last places, but it'll feel roomier once you get a chance to make yourself at home." Rogers said as he walked up behind her and put his hands gently on her shoulders. "Where can I find this heater?" Steve gently started to massage her shoulders. There should have been a million things on his mind. Tomorrow's intel on the Winter Soldier, Stark walking in (he hoped Sharon's door was locked), the fact that they are all hidden inside Stark's large tower while a killer is out there... But he realized something tonight.

He spent his whole life so focused on trying to help others. He sacrificed so much for others and his country, and he doesn't regret a second of what he has done... But it was alright to take time for himself. To make friends like the ones downstairs. And to have a romantic night with Sharon, and being more than willing to spending the night giving her a back massage. Sure, the constant nagging of those other priorities might break through at times, but he can put them on the back burner... for this time being. 

If he could, he can possibly talk to her about anything she knew about this Winter Soldier. She has been an agent for SHIELD longer than him, and it seems like Natasha knew something... If she told anyone, it would be either Clint, or Sharon.... Those thoughts were pushed in the back of his mind as the beautiful blonde who he was currently helping.