A Funny Thing Happened During The Battle of New York

viii.

I'm not too proud to admit that I shed a tear, or two when Steve left for D.C.

He invited me up to his floor at the tower, and I sat with him while he packed up a small duffle with his belongings.

"I'll still have my room here. No sense it taking it all with me." He said with a shrug when I asked why he was packing so little, "Gives me an excuse to come back when I run out of clean underwear."

I laughed hugging my knees from my perch on his bed, "I'm not enough of an excuse for a visit?"

His wide blue eyes shot to mine and I gave him my best impression of his disappointed stare. He tilted his head, his hands going to his hips and then he lifted his shoulders to his ears and dropped them.

"Steven Grant!" I scoffed tossing a pillow at him, which he dodged easily. (Damn super soldier reflexes)

"Come on sweetheart, you gotta admit clean underwear is important."

"I hope all of your pairs get holes in them!" I pouted and Steve's rolled his eyes playfully.

I stuck out my tongue at him as he continued to pack and glanced around his room.

"It's really a shame this place is just gonna sit empty while you're away. Tony and Pepper really did a great job, this is an amazing space."

Steve nodded in agreement, and then stopped what he was doing and glanced up.

"J.A.R.V.I.S?"

"Yes Captain Rogers? How may I be of service?" The comforting accented voice of the tower's A.I. responded.

"Please give Wren unlimited access to my floor."

"Right away sir."

"What?!" I gasped.

Steve smiled and leaned down to peck me quickly on the lips, "That way you're always able to come hang out here whenever you miss me."

"You're crazy." I laughed as he straightened up.

"About you." He chirped and I was glad he turned away so he didn't see me swoon.

"Incoming message from Sir, Captain Rogers." The A.I. spoke after a moment.

Steve glanced at me and I mouthed "Sir?"

"Tony," He mouthed back before answering, "Go ahead J." 

Suddenly Stark's voice filled the room, "My-my Capsicle, isn't it a little soon in your relationship to be giving Birdie your key?"

Steve huffed in annoyance and I stifled a laugh, "Nobody asked your opinion Tony."

"Well, that's just rude." Tony muttered in response, "Does this mean I can expect the pleasure of an excellent cup of coffee every now and then?"

"You know you could always come to the shop and get one whenever you want." I replied.

"And waste my perfectly good, state of the art espresso machine? Perish the thought. By the way, your ride has arrived Rogers."

Steve zipped up his duffle, slinging it over his shoulder and smiled sadly at me.

I stood from his bed as he held out his hand for me. Lacing my fingers with his I sucked in a calming breath. Without a word I followed him out of his room and into the elevator.

"Where to Captain Rogers?" J.A.R.V.I.S asked as the door slid shut.

"The helipad please."

I looked up at Steve confused, "Helipad?"