<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blogcdn.com/news.moviefone.com/media/2013/07/captain-america-chris-evans.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Steve Rogers/Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Central Station<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 13:30<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Black Widow <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Civilian Clothes.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Steve pulled the baseball cap he was wearing on his head down a little bit more to help hide some of his features, taking a quick scan of the station just to make sure that no one was giving them more than a second look. So far, as usual, his disguise, simple as it was, was effective. He remembered a comic book he had used to read as a kid, where the main character would often disguise himself with a simple pair of glasses when out of his costume. He had always thought that was unrealistic, but having accomplished the same feat for himself several times now, he had to reconsider. Being as high profile a hero as he was, it was hard for Captain America to simply walk around on the streets without drawing a lot of attention. Some of his fellow Avengers, like Tony Stark, may have enjoyed the lime light, but Steve preferred to keep things low key when he could. So he had taken to wearing a sort of disguise when he went out, as he was right now. The feeling of anonymity was a welcome one.<br/><br/>Normally there was too much going on for Steve to take days like this, but things had been quiet lately. There had been no emergencies requiring the Avengers to intervene, so he had decided that today was as good as he was going to get to take care of something he had been putting off. Never the most technically advanced guy, he had been using his old cell phone for quite awhile, but when Hulk had accidentally sat on it, or 'smashed' it as he was fond of putting it, Steve had known he had to get a new one. But as much as it kind of embarrassed him to admit it, he had no idea what kind of phone to get. He might have asked Tony for help, but he could only imagine the jokes that Iron Man might make, so he had asked Natasha to come with him instead. To tell the truth, he would have rather spent the day with the red headed beauty anyway. The two of them had become very good friends lately, and he enjoyed spending time with her. She was as smart and capable as she was beautiful, and she had been on his mind quite a bit lately.<br/><br/>Natasha seemed to like Grand Central Station, so when she had suggested coming here on their way to the Apple Store to find Steve a phone, he had agreed. So now they were making their way along. Natasha was wearing civilian clothes of her own, aiding their disguise. To anyone who looked their way, they probably appeared to be a couple out for a day in the City. Steve met her eyes and offered a small smile back to her as she smiled at him before returning to his glum expression. Natasha must have noticed this, because soon after they got onto an escalator, she turned around to face him. Looking up at him, she reached up to caress his cheek, her soft hand sending a tingle of pleasure through him, and asked him what was wrong. Even now, it sometimes surprised him how well she could hide her Russian accent. You'd hardly hear it, if you didn't know her as well as Steve did. "It's...nothing." Steve said as he met her green eyes again. "I've just been a little down lately, since Sharon and I ended things." Normally he wouldn't be so open about something like this. But he was closer with Natasha then most, so it was easier to talk with her. A few more people had gotten onto the escalator behind them, forcing Steve to move closer to Natasha, her striking features even more alluring at close proximity. "I'd forgotten what it was like being alone."