Steve waited until Lucy was asleep before he made his solo visit to speak with Director Fury. He tucked the blankets up around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek, whispering some quiet words of love and promising to be back soon. He lingered for a moment to make sure she was asleep before departing. It seemed Fury had thought of everything already and Steve's quarters came complete with a change of clothes for them both, if they so desired. Tan slacks and S.H.I.E.L.D. t-shirt covered Steve's sculpted form, along with a pair of brown leather boots. He wasn't sure what he was going to encounter at the door to his quarters. There wasn't much Fury could do to keep Steve there, if he didn't want to stay. He tried to door to see if it was locked, hoping he wouldn't have to pry the thing open and wake Lucy in the process. Breathing a sigh of relief, Steve slipped out of the room into the hallway, with a final glance back at the peacefully sleeping form of Lucy on the bed, hoping he'd be back before she woke up. He closed the door quietly behind him and glanced up and down the hallway, looking for someone of a rank who might know where he could find Fury without having to waste time looking for him.
Even at this time of day, there were people milling back and forth, some heading for their quarters, others moving to take up their duties for the overnight shift. An over-abundance, in fact, of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, any one of which might know where the Director currently was. One harassed-looking man in his fifties was advancing along the hall toward Steve, his mind clearly on other things. Unfortunately for him, his stripes declared him to be a commander - high enough rank to be stopped and questioned.
Steve's eyes quickly moved over the various ranking operatives that were making their way here and there along the hallway, picking out the one of highest rank, which just happened to be said Commander, and moving his way. "Excuse me, Commander," he started, intercepting the man's hurried gait. Though he wasn't wearing a uniform of any kind, he assumed nearly everyone there would recognize his face. The fact that he outranked the man and nearly everyone else in the hallway probably wouldn't hurt his chances of receiving a straight answer. "I'm looking for Director Fury. Do you know where I might find him this time of day?"
The commander paused, opening his mouth to snap at what he assumed to be a subordinate, only to take a good look at Steve's face and abruptly snap his mouth closed again. His scowl cleared, offering up a grimace of a smile made worse by the obvious headache gnawing at him. "Uh, Director Fury should be in his office at this time, sir," he nodded to Steve, glancing at his own watch. "If he isn't there, he'll be in the briefing room."
Steve seemed to sense the man's tension and need for urgency. "Thank you, Commander. Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, his natural need and desire to help people, even when he had concerns of his own, coming to the forefront. He wondered if there was something going on he knew nothing about or if all the hustle and bustle was simply S.H.I.E.L.D.'s way of reacting to the natural disaster going on right outside their doors.
"No, sir, just tallying up the personnel duty roster," the commander nodded to him again. "Grateful for the offer, but it's just numbers on a page to them upstairs." The look on his face suggested that the numbers on the page meant more to him personally, but he had to do as he was told. There was a moment where he seemed to be considering something before he added, "Heard you're getting married, sir. Congratulations."
Steve arched a brow, obviously surprised at the congratulations. "Thanks. Word travels fast, I guess." He frowned thoughtfully for a moment, wondering if he should volunteer to have his own name put on the roster, but knew both Fury and Lucy would kill him if he returned to duty too soon. Twenty-four hours wasn't all that long really, was it' "How's it going out there?" he asked, unable to resist at least finding out if he was needed or not.
"Gossip's a way of life around here, sir," the commander managed a faint grin before glancing down at his armful of papers at Steve's question. "Storm's moved on. Near as I know, work's moving ahead to the clean up. No more casualties have been reported, and the medical stations are beginning to see an easing in the number of patients coming through the doors. The priority is shelter, food, and water for the homeless while properties are set to rights."
Steve nodded, grateful for the update, as well as knowing things were going as well as could be expected. He'd have asked the man to keep him posted, but it wasn't really his place to do that, and he didn't want to make his work harder. He seemed to have enough to do, as it was. "Thanks, Commander..." He paused, unfamiliar with most of the faces he saw hurrying about. "I didn't catch your name."
"Henley, sir, Daniel Henley." With a nod toward a salute in the way his hand touched his dishevelled hair, Commander Henley turned and continued on his way, a long shift ahead of him through the night. At least Steve now had a choice of two locations where he might find the Director, which was definitely an improvement on the options before talking to a frazzled officer.
"Thank you, Commander Henley," Steve offered returning the salute before the man departed to continue on his way. He had killed a few birds with one stone, so to speak. He now not only knew where to locate the Director, but had an update on the current situation outside. Steve turned in the direction of Fury's office, deciding to check there first. If he wasn't one place, he should be in the other. Quick strides took him down the hallway to the lift that would take him to the floor on which the Director's office was located.
As luck would have it, the Director was in the elevator as Steve approached it, reaching out to hold the doors for the First Avenger as it became obvious that the elevator was his intended destination. "Going somewhere in a hurry, Cap?" he asked, not curious but not disinterested, either. He hadn't become Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. without knowing when someone wanted to find him after all.
"Looking for you actually," Steve replied as he stepped into the elevator, only mildly surprised to find the Director already there, as if he was psychic and knew he was being sought after. Steve knew it was more than likely he was being watched or that the Commander he'd just spoken with had given Fury a heads up, but he didn't really care either way. "Do you have a few minutes?" Though his questions were important to him, there was a crisis going on, and he knew that in the grand scheme of things, his own personal matters were not a priority.
"I have minutes," was Fury's response, calm as ever, seemingly unflappable in the face of anything that came his way. He was very good at keeping things close, at holding all the cards, but even he knew when he had to fold. "I take it those questions of yours just aren't lying down to play dead, then. How is Dr Broderick?" It was a gentle prod, but sharp, too. Did Lucy know Steve was here, and if she did, why wasn't she there too' Fury reached out to send the lift plummeting a couple of floors, settling his hands behind his back as he stood still and comfortable to wait.
Steve stood straight and tall, no lean, no perceptible signs of fatigue or pain, his expression impassive even as the Director mentioned Lucy's name. "She's resting," Steve replied honestly. There was no reason to lie to the man. "She's been going non-stop for days with very few breaks. She needs the rest." Not to mention, going practically non-stop with him for the last few hours, but that, in Steve's opinion, was none of Fury's or anyone else's business but his and Lucy's.
"From what I hear, that makes you something of a miracle worker," Fury commented mildly, already stepping out of the elevator almost the moment the doors drew back. Personnel waiting on the other side automatically stepped out of his way, though there were a few curious glances when they noted who was with him. "Reports state that she was threatened with sedatives to get her to take even an hour after sixteen with no stopping." He fell into an easy stride, heading toward his office, assuming that Steve would walk with him until whatever he wanted was out of the way.
Even at this time of day, there were people milling back and forth, some heading for their quarters, others moving to take up their duties for the overnight shift. An over-abundance, in fact, of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, any one of which might know where the Director currently was. One harassed-looking man in his fifties was advancing along the hall toward Steve, his mind clearly on other things. Unfortunately for him, his stripes declared him to be a commander - high enough rank to be stopped and questioned.
Steve's eyes quickly moved over the various ranking operatives that were making their way here and there along the hallway, picking out the one of highest rank, which just happened to be said Commander, and moving his way. "Excuse me, Commander," he started, intercepting the man's hurried gait. Though he wasn't wearing a uniform of any kind, he assumed nearly everyone there would recognize his face. The fact that he outranked the man and nearly everyone else in the hallway probably wouldn't hurt his chances of receiving a straight answer. "I'm looking for Director Fury. Do you know where I might find him this time of day?"
The commander paused, opening his mouth to snap at what he assumed to be a subordinate, only to take a good look at Steve's face and abruptly snap his mouth closed again. His scowl cleared, offering up a grimace of a smile made worse by the obvious headache gnawing at him. "Uh, Director Fury should be in his office at this time, sir," he nodded to Steve, glancing at his own watch. "If he isn't there, he'll be in the briefing room."
Steve seemed to sense the man's tension and need for urgency. "Thank you, Commander. Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, his natural need and desire to help people, even when he had concerns of his own, coming to the forefront. He wondered if there was something going on he knew nothing about or if all the hustle and bustle was simply S.H.I.E.L.D.'s way of reacting to the natural disaster going on right outside their doors.
"No, sir, just tallying up the personnel duty roster," the commander nodded to him again. "Grateful for the offer, but it's just numbers on a page to them upstairs." The look on his face suggested that the numbers on the page meant more to him personally, but he had to do as he was told. There was a moment where he seemed to be considering something before he added, "Heard you're getting married, sir. Congratulations."
Steve arched a brow, obviously surprised at the congratulations. "Thanks. Word travels fast, I guess." He frowned thoughtfully for a moment, wondering if he should volunteer to have his own name put on the roster, but knew both Fury and Lucy would kill him if he returned to duty too soon. Twenty-four hours wasn't all that long really, was it' "How's it going out there?" he asked, unable to resist at least finding out if he was needed or not.
"Gossip's a way of life around here, sir," the commander managed a faint grin before glancing down at his armful of papers at Steve's question. "Storm's moved on. Near as I know, work's moving ahead to the clean up. No more casualties have been reported, and the medical stations are beginning to see an easing in the number of patients coming through the doors. The priority is shelter, food, and water for the homeless while properties are set to rights."
Steve nodded, grateful for the update, as well as knowing things were going as well as could be expected. He'd have asked the man to keep him posted, but it wasn't really his place to do that, and he didn't want to make his work harder. He seemed to have enough to do, as it was. "Thanks, Commander..." He paused, unfamiliar with most of the faces he saw hurrying about. "I didn't catch your name."
"Henley, sir, Daniel Henley." With a nod toward a salute in the way his hand touched his dishevelled hair, Commander Henley turned and continued on his way, a long shift ahead of him through the night. At least Steve now had a choice of two locations where he might find the Director, which was definitely an improvement on the options before talking to a frazzled officer.
"Thank you, Commander Henley," Steve offered returning the salute before the man departed to continue on his way. He had killed a few birds with one stone, so to speak. He now not only knew where to locate the Director, but had an update on the current situation outside. Steve turned in the direction of Fury's office, deciding to check there first. If he wasn't one place, he should be in the other. Quick strides took him down the hallway to the lift that would take him to the floor on which the Director's office was located.
As luck would have it, the Director was in the elevator as Steve approached it, reaching out to hold the doors for the First Avenger as it became obvious that the elevator was his intended destination. "Going somewhere in a hurry, Cap?" he asked, not curious but not disinterested, either. He hadn't become Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. without knowing when someone wanted to find him after all.
"Looking for you actually," Steve replied as he stepped into the elevator, only mildly surprised to find the Director already there, as if he was psychic and knew he was being sought after. Steve knew it was more than likely he was being watched or that the Commander he'd just spoken with had given Fury a heads up, but he didn't really care either way. "Do you have a few minutes?" Though his questions were important to him, there was a crisis going on, and he knew that in the grand scheme of things, his own personal matters were not a priority.
"I have minutes," was Fury's response, calm as ever, seemingly unflappable in the face of anything that came his way. He was very good at keeping things close, at holding all the cards, but even he knew when he had to fold. "I take it those questions of yours just aren't lying down to play dead, then. How is Dr Broderick?" It was a gentle prod, but sharp, too. Did Lucy know Steve was here, and if she did, why wasn't she there too' Fury reached out to send the lift plummeting a couple of floors, settling his hands behind his back as he stood still and comfortable to wait.
Steve stood straight and tall, no lean, no perceptible signs of fatigue or pain, his expression impassive even as the Director mentioned Lucy's name. "She's resting," Steve replied honestly. There was no reason to lie to the man. "She's been going non-stop for days with very few breaks. She needs the rest." Not to mention, going practically non-stop with him for the last few hours, but that, in Steve's opinion, was none of Fury's or anyone else's business but his and Lucy's.
"From what I hear, that makes you something of a miracle worker," Fury commented mildly, already stepping out of the elevator almost the moment the doors drew back. Personnel waiting on the other side automatically stepped out of his way, though there were a few curious glances when they noted who was with him. "Reports state that she was threatened with sedatives to get her to take even an hour after sixteen with no stopping." He fell into an easy stride, heading toward his office, assuming that Steve would walk with him until whatever he wanted was out of the way.