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crewhonk · 6 years ago

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...Of The Line (3)

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes-- from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life.

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots-- seriously they're so dumb, slow burn

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

Chapter Summary: During the afterparty, the team meets Ultron

Chapter Warnings: Fighting, swearing, drinking, clothes sharing, steve is heart eyes

Chapter Words: 5K

AN: PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT AND LIKE AND REBLOG OUR WORK! We’re getting a little discouraged due to the recent lack of notes on this series!

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The party had ended around one in the morning much to Giovanna’s complete disdain.

“Parties are supposed to go until three at least,” She grumbled, swiping her hair into a long ponytail, dark hair sweeping the bottom of her shoulder blades and sticking to the tackiness of her skin. “It’s a cardinal sin to end it this early.”

YN rolled her eyes and shoved Giovanna’s shoulder, making her topple to the couch beside her father who shoved her off his lap.

“Some of us are grandparents” YN laughed, sitting on the adjacent couch and shaking her head as Giovanna pulled herself from the floor and sat primly— a hard feat considering the drinking game she and YN had been losing epically at only an hour before.

“I’m taking offence to that,” Steve grumbled as he walked over to the seating area and absently handing YN the beer she had asked for. She watched him pull the legs of his pants up before sitting next to her and winking. He was close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she held herself from leaning in closer to soak in his warmth. Instead, she brought the opened bottle to her lips and shivered at the added coolness.

“You cold?” He asked, brows furrowed and lips downturned slightly. Of course, he had noticed.

“A little but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.” She smiled, blush rising to her cheeks at the way he doted on her. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward as another shiver rocked her shoulders. YN could feel her eyes widening as he shucked off the brown leather jacket over his shoulders and handed it to her, a small smile on his cheeks and a matching blush on his ears. Without even playing coy or denying the jacket, YN avoided Steve’s gaze and most definitely didn’t look at Giovanna or Natasha who were, by all means of the word, thrilled as she pulled the sleeves up her arms.

As the jacket settled on YN’s less broad shoulders, she sighed, sitting back in the couch and letting the residual warmth and scent of Steve wash over her. Her eyelids fluttered lightly and she couldn’t help but hum pleasantly at the soft feeling of the worn, wind-beaten leather.

Steve seemed even more pleased with the situation, honestly. His jacket on her body was the most satisfying thing he had seen until he saw her tiny smile and closed eyes, and he sucked in a breath when she opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily. God, she was real fuckin’ cute.

YN and Natasha watched on, a click of a phone, and a shared secret smile while YN and Steve shared a moment far away from the party here in the room.

“Thank you, Captain.” She whispered, just for his ears and he could feel his heart double in pace when she purred his title. He swore without the serum he would have actually dropped dead by now.

“Anytime, Sugar.” He replied, ducking his head to do so. It wouldn’t take much, just a lean and a jut of the chin and Steve and YN would be kissing, but the thunder of Thor’s laugh brought them both out of their hazes, making them shift slightly further from each other and avoiding stealing many more glances at each other. YN rolled her eyes at Giovanna’s raised eyebrow and finished her beer at the sight of Natasha smirking at her while picking her nails.

“Oh come on, it’s a trick!” Clint cried out and gestured vaguely to the hammer laying on the table. YN could barely hear any of the conversation over the blood rushing in her ears.

“No, it’s much more than that” Thor laughed and leaned back, eyes never leaving Clint as he took a swig straight from his flask.

“He who shall be worthy shall haveth the power— come on man, it’s a trick!” Clint cried. Steve leaned over YN’s body to take the mead which Thor was offering and YN clenched her jaw and refused to allow her body to give away the rush of feelings she was trying to calm down. Maybe it was a trick of her mind, or of the booze but Steve had seemed to linger over her, face turning towards her just slightly before pulling away before she could read too much into it.

“Well please, be my guest.” A sudden hush fell over the group, watching with bated breath as Clint froze only for a flash of a second and smirked, rolling his shoulders and standing. Clint wrapped his hand around the handle with a grunt and pulled, grinning nervously at the spectators and grunting when she shoved himself away from it. “I still don’t know how you do it!”

“Smell the silent judgement?” Yn laughed at her uncles' joke loudly, the alcohol making everything just a little too funny. Giovanna nudged her father who smiled fondly and winked, nudging her right back.

“Please Stark. Be my guest.” Clint, trying his best to keep his pride alive by its teeth, threw back the remainder of his drink as he sat and pouted about it. Tony shouldered off his jacket, throwing it playfully over Giovanna’s head and smiling when she cackled.

“Never one to shrink from an honest challenge.” He boasted, strutting over to the place where Clint had stood.

“You did raise Gio, so I believe it.” YN finally piped up and reciprocated Giovanna’s middle finger.

“Cause you were such a golden child.”

“I literally did humanitarian work in the Middle East when I was seven so, yeah I was.” She winked at her dad who blushed proudly and raised an eyebrow when she looked back at Giovanna. “Little miss rich girl.”

“Eat a dick, YN.”

“I plan to.” Next to her, Steve coughed in shock and Tony, feeling a little attention starved, projected his voice.

“Right, so if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?” He asked Thor, wrapping the strap around his wrist and folding his fingers around the handle.

“Absolutely.” Thor hummed.

“I will be instituting Prima Nocta,” He grinned at the noises of protests from his two best girls, giggling when they said things like ‘that’s so gross dad’ and ‘seriously, Tony. Classy’. When Tony nor Rhodey or their combined forces could lift the hammer, Bruce stumbled up, obviously having too much of whatever Natasha was mixing as he seemed to not care too much about the eyes on him.

“Please be careful, Papa.” YN couldn’t hide the concern in her voice when she watched her father trip over absolutely nothing.

“Come on, when have I not been careful.” His voice was slurred and his eyes were bright. With a clumsy jump, he climbed onto the table, wrapped both hands around the hammer handle and pulled, falling away with a cheesy, mocking Hulk roar.

YN sunk into the couch, hiding the tumble of laughter behind a hand pressed hard against her face. The rest of the team seemed to have a similar reaction, Giovanna gulping down her wine and Natasha pressing her lips into a thin line.

“No?”

“Not this time, Dad.”

Steve was apparently up next, and with a drunken, cocky smirk that made YN’s stomach flip he pushed off the couch, palming the handle (nope, YN would not be thinking about how small his hand made the handle look, nor the way that image could be corrupted later tonight) and pulling.

“Come on Steve!” YN cheered along with everyone else and his gaze shot to her immediately, looking at her up and down and relishing in the way that even his jacket seemed to swallow her body and make her look so— so his.

As Steve pulled, the table groaned under the weight of the hammer and YN swore that the hammer moved— if not by magic then by pure strength and YN felt that realization in the pit of her stomach. He adjusted his grip and this time, acting very poorly from YN’s point of view, pretended to pull, raising his hands when the hammer didn’t budge.

He sat back down, next to YN, close enough that their thighs were touching and he threw an arm around the back of the couch, making his clean scent wash over her. YN opened her mouth to tell Steve what she had seen when his hand fell on the back of her neck.

“You next?” Steve hummed, looking down at the woman next to him. She looked up and rolled her eyes.

“As if. I’m too young to take care of myself properly let alone a race of gods. I’ll pass, thanks.” YN laughed and Steve pulled back slightly. Even under the influence of alcohol, Steve was sharply reminded that he would never be able to treat YN the way he wanted to. His heart sunk into his feet at the thought.

“Same here. I have to stay here and help this old man— he’d fall apart without me.” Giovanna laughed when Tony threw a drumstick at her, laughing in tandem with his daughter. The love in the room washed over the group.

“You know me too well, Cricket.” He hummed against Giovanna’s temple, kissing it lightly and petting her hair.

It was only seconds of joking and smiles more before a sharp ringing sound filled the room, making YN’s bones shake and Steve’s muscles bulge obscenely. There was the sound of a Mark suit walking across the floor and everyone's gaze was drawn to the robotic humanoid skeleton approaching them. Dark splotches of oil trailed behind the shell of a robot, wires hanging aimlessly over its limbs and feet angled inward, making its pace a gated limp at best.

“Where.” The robot drawled. Steve, immediately recognising this as a new threat, shot to his feet and stepped in front of YN, protecting her. She huffed, annoyed by the protective action and shoved Steve to the side, standing herself and walking forward to be with her father.

“No. How could you be worthy?” The robot asked, in a far too intelligent voice. Giovanna appeared suddenly by YN’s side, taking her hand and squeezing once. YN squeezed back quickly.

“You’re all killers.” He continued, waving his arm and gesturing to the group, cords swinging with the movement and spraying the floor with more dark oil.

“That’s my robot,” Giovanna whispered into YN’s ear, and YN immediately recognized the machine. How could she not, they had just programmed it to flip someone off only six hours before.

Tony’s voice was quiet as he spoke into his phone. “JARVIS.”

“I’m sorry I was asleep— or I was a dream.” It continued, ignoring Tony’s calls for help. “There was this terrible noise, and then I was tangled and then— hmm. Strings.” The robots voice patterns seemed jumbled as if the program it was running on was poorly coded. Or it was actually confused— a thought that made YN’s heart race. This wasn’t a program which Giovanna and herself had coded no— this was Ultron. This was what her dad and Tony were working on for so long.

“Had to kill the other guy.” Ultron said offhandedly, and Giovanna seemed to come to the same conclusion that YN had, gripping her hand tighter and pulling her closer. “He was a good guy.”

“JARVIS,” YN whispered, voice cracking. Giovanna sucked in a quiet breath, trying her best not to draw any attention to the pair. Their intertwined hands shook with grief— JARVIS had been there— always, always been there for the girls when he was needed most.

“You killed someone?” Steve’s voice made both YN and Giovanna jump.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been my first call, but, down in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor demanded, knuckles white on the handle of the hammer in his hand. YN and Giovanna tensed even further, already knowing not only who it was but the shit storm that was about to hit their fathers. YN’s heart sunk when Tony’s voice echoed across the room— a recording promising a suit of armour around the world.

“Ultron,” Bruce gasped, eyes flickering from Tony to YN and back to Ultron. YN could see the fear in her father's posture and want nothing more than to soothe him the way she knew how, but her feet seemed to be cemented to the ground under her. Giovanna shifted, hiking up her dress slowly and in small movements to reveal a holster of weapons around her thigh. A gun was pressed into YN’s palm, and a knife was hidden against the inside of Giovanna’s forearm, out of sight of the robot who was continuing to monologue, looking down at himself.

“I’m on a mission,” Ultron stated simply, and the energy in the room seemed to flip.

“What mission,” Natasha said from somewhere to YN’s right.

“Peace in our time.”

And then hell broke loose as several Marks flew through the glass floor and directly towards the team. YN pulled Giovanna to the ground and hid her under her body, making sure she was okay before poking up from their safe alcove between the couch and table and shooting. One shot wedged itself in the left shoulder, another into the exposed power bank of the lower back. The shots did little to slow it down, and YN knew she would have to act quickly.

She was armed, but the smartest strategist on the team was not, and she seemed to be the only one to realize that. It was a quick sprint to the bar, which she flipped herself over and found Steve’s shield, glinting in the orange lighting of the room. She would have stopped to admire it, even let herself become inspired by it in any other situation, but when a loud crashing sound broke her out of her reverie, she grabbed it and climbed onto the bar, shouting for Steve.

Now, Steve had always been a sensible person. He was always one to focus on a battle when focus was needed, and he was always ready for every blow to himself and his team members, but seeing YN breathless and standing on the bar made his entire body freeze. She looked to be something out of a wet dream or a wild fantasy. Her hair had since fallen out of her up-do, messily framing her face. His jacket hung off her shoulders and flopped around her left hand which was holding a pistol which Bucky would have liked. The metal glinted in her palm and he was struck with the memory of Giovanna showing it to him— the guns name was Stella.

It wasn’t that detail that had him useless in the midst of chaos, no— it was the glint of his shield on her arm, proudly shining in the light of the room, and Steve would be damned if he didn’t think it suited her.

He suited her.

“Think fast!” She yelled over the raging sounds of battle before throwing the shield his way far faster than he was expecting. The impact on his hand shocked up his arm and he gasped at the strength of her throw before collecting himself and making himself useful. Sure, he knew that her fathers' serum was in her blood— Giovanna would often conduct experiments and analyze YN’s blood for hours to watch it work before the cell died— but he had only ever been at the receiving end of her strength on a handful of times. She had always made sure to keep it under control— something Bruce had taught her since she was a toddler— he was sure.

Their moment didn’t last long as her attention was turned immediately to her father who had been pulled over the bar by Natasha.

“God, Dad!” She yelled, hopping off the bar and sliding on her knees to her dad who had since climbed off of Natasha.

“Squish, are you okay?” He rushed, sitting up and cradling her face in his hot hands. She nodded and picked a piece of glass out of his salt and pepper hair.

“You good?” She replied, and he nodded. She wasn’t satisfied, however, and stared harder into Bruce’s eyes. “You okay, Big Guy? Good. I need you to stay calm okay? We’re home right now.” When the green tint faded from the bulging veins in her fathers neck and face, she smiled and nodded, kissing her dad on the forehead before standing up and running back.

“That’s not helping!” Bruce called after YN’s retreating form. The Green Guy seemed satiated however, and Bruces heart raced enough only to allow a mild anxiety attack.

“Kids.” Natasha smirked fondly, to which Bruce could only nod.

YN had since thrown herself back into the fight, shooting at a robot who had come too close to Giovanna and spinning around to see Steve on the back of a Mark which was in the air.

Idiot.

“Steve!” She bellowed, running over and cupping her hands around her mouth. “STEVE!”

She seemed to gain his attention, then and he looked down, thinking quickly enough to catch the pistol she threw at him.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He cried out as the robot spun quickly, trying to shake off the 240 pounds which had seemed to make itself at home on its back.

“There's a panel on the left side of its neck! There's a red white and green light! Shoot it there!” When Steve followed her directions, he and the robot corpse crashed to the ground. YN sprinted quickly over to Steve, falling to her knees and making sure he was conscious, looking at his pupil dilation and nodding when they seemed equal.

“Hi.” She smiled, helping him up to his feet, and he smiled down at her, looking her up and down (not checking her out, nope, not at all) and stopping on her feet.

“Your feet are bleeding.” He stated simply and she rolled her eyes taking the gun from his hand and trying to ignore the way her skin jolted as her fingertips brushed his skin.

“I’m fine.” She grinned, walking backwards already.

“Your feet are bleeding!” He cried after her and she threw a smile over her shoulder as she turned around.

“They feel better than wearing heels!” She chirped, already running to where Helen Cho was hiding behind the baby grand piano.

Idiot.

The last of the robots fell to the ground in a shattered heap on the floor, and Steve caught his shield as it bounced off the wall and back to him.

“That was dramatic.” Ultron piped up over the heaving pants of the team. “I’m sorry— I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How it humanity saved if it’s not allowed to… evolve.” Ultron paused as he tried to find the right words. He walked over to one of the fallen Marks and picked it up by its head.

“With these?” He sounded amused. “These puppets.” The MARK’s head popped under Ultron's grip, and YN quickly dodged a screw which had flown in her direction.

“There’s only one path to peace— the Avengers extinction.” And before he could fire a sonic blast from the centre of his palm, Mijionionionir flew through his chest, shattering him into a thousand tiny pieces.

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The atmosphere in the lab was tense at best when everyone from the party had gathered. YN had seemed to receive the worst of her injuries and with the help of Giovanna, her dad, and a comfy spot on the counter to sit, her feet were cleaned and stitched in ten minutes, tops.

“Done!” Giovanna slammed her needle and tweezers on the tray next to her and raised her hands in the air triumphantly. “I finished before you!”

Bruce tied off the last suture he was working on and wrapped YN’s right foot in a soft gauze he had developed with Dr Cho a few months before. He then smiled and checked Giovanna’s work silently, looking up at her through her lashes.

“It’s not a competition—“

“No, it’s not-- it’s the bottom of my feet, asshole.” YN glowered playfully at Giovanna who waved her off and looked eagerly back to her uncle.

“—But you did well. Almost as good as me.” He smiled at the way Giovanna seemed to preen under his praise and patted YN’s knee as he stood up. “Are you okay?” He whispered lips against her temple protectively.

“I’m okay, Dad. Thank you.” She whispered back, giving him a reassuring smile and walking over to see what Tony was investigating at the other counter. There was a sharp gasp and any muttering from the team fell silent.

“All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out, used the internet as an escape hatch.” Bruce’s voice seemed weak, and it took everything in YN’s power to not get up and walk over to him— give him the comfort she knew he needed right now. As the only person in her life for sixteen years, she knew when he most needed her.

Steve scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Ultron.”

“He's been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other.” Natasha said, looking up from her computer which had been tracing his recent activity. YN’s eyes flickered over briefly to Steve before grabbing Giovanna’s hand and holding it for comfort.

“He's in your files, he's in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?” Rhodey said as he paced, his chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Nuclear codes.” Maria piped up and YN pulled Steve’s jacket tighter around her body, trying to calm her racing heart. Giovanna seemed to have the same idea, standing to walk over to her dad and folding herself into his side.

“Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can.”

“Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Natasha said and if it weren’t for his hearing, Steve would have missed the way that YN’s heart rate doubled. He looked to her and took in her wobbling chin. There was something more to this than any of them knew yet.

“He said he killed someone,” Clint said as Steve got to YN. YN shuddered and coughed around the lump in her throat. It seemed that Giovanna was having a similar reaction, whispering something into Tony’s ear and watching as his face fell.

“But there wasn’t anyone else in the building.” Maria’s voice was confused and Steve felt YN’s pinky intertwine with his own, pushing their hands behind his back. She needed comfort— she didn’t need for anyone to see and tease them. Not now.

“Yes, there was.” YN, Giovanna and Tony echoed at the same time, and YN lowered her eyes as the destroyed 3D imaging of JARVIS’s consciousness filled the empty floor. Giovanna let out a quiet cry and YN’s grip on Steve’s finger tightened.

“This is insane.”

“JARVIS was the first line of defence. He would’ve shut Ultron down— it makes sense.” Steve replied, leaning further against the counter due to the sudden weakening of his knees.

“No,” YN said quickly, voice soaked with fear. “Ultron could've assimilated Jarvis. This isn't a strategy, this is…rage.”

The door then burst open, Thor storming in with red capes billowing behind him. It wasn’t long until Thor clasped his hand around Tony’s throat and lifted him. Giovanna snarled then and moved to intervene with her hand tight around her gun before Steve raised his voice loud enough for the air in the room to shake.

“Thor! The Legionnaire.” At The Captains voice, Thor dropped Tony, gasping to the floor and whipped around to look at Steve.

“Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the sceptre. Now we have to retrieve it, again.” Thor’s voice was thick with irritation, and Giovanna looked like she would love nothing more than to shove the entire hammer in Thor’s hand up his ass. She helped Tony to his feet and sat him down, standing in front of him slightly and crossing her arms.

Helen’s voice was hoarse when she spoke. “I don't understand. You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?”

Instead of a sane answer, Tony let out a single, loud laugh before stifling the following giggles in his fist. Everybody, including Giovanna, took a step back in caution as he stood and began to walk around the room, still laughing to himself.

“You think this is funny?” Thor looked like he was just about ready to drop Tony on Jotunheim without a jacket.

“No. It's probably not, right? Is this very terrible? Is it is--is it so-- it is? It's so terrible.” He replied through his laughter as he tapped away on a hologram distractedly. Bruce stepped forward.

"Tony, maybe this might not be the time to—“ He trailed off as he spoke through his teeth, trying his very best to get Tony to put a sock in it before the murderous team were willing to start acting not heir feelings.

“Really?! That's it? You just roll over, show your belly, every time somebody snarls.” Tony snapped and took a step closer to Bruce. Before she knew what she was doing, YN launched herself off the table and grabbed her uncles wrist, twisting it and making Tony fall quickly to his knees. She didn’t feel the way her stitches ripped a the action, or notice Giovanna running to her fathers’ defence. Tony let out a cry of pain as YN’s grip tightened.

“Ease off, Princess,” Tony grunted and she pushed him away from her as if she burned, taking a step back and crying out as pain rocketed up her body. Steve, quick to act scooped her into his arms as she fell and deposited her on the counter where she had previously sat, fixing her with a disapproving stare. She rolled her eyes, too mad to blush at the intensity of his gaze.

“YN. Sugar. Take a breath for me, okay?” He whispered, leaning against one of her knees and brushing her hair back over her shoulder. She looked up at him in sucked in a huge breath, holding it until the neon green faded from her eyes and letting it out. “Good girl.”

Oh, so now she could blush, huh?

“Only when I’ve created a murder-bot.” Bruce bit back as he pulled off the cloth on YN’s feet, checking the thread and fixing the ones which had torn. Giovanna, as mad as she was at YN for laying a hand on her father, understood and nudged Steve away before pulling up a small stool and grabbing YN’s ankle.

"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?” Tony’s voice was wild as he spoke and he ran his hands through his already messy hair once more.

“Well, you did something right. And you did it right here. The Avengers were supposed to be different than SHIELD.” Steve snarled, and he looked to Giovanna who bit her lip and returned to her work. She had met The Winter Soldier in Washington while he was working under the protection of SHIELD multiple times. Her quick wit seemed to disarm him, and she had told Steve of all the interactions she had had with his one-time best friend. It was something that nobody but Steve and Giovanna really knew about— both of them taking Bucky’s man hunt too seriously and keeping it to themselves and each other. Not even YN knew much about it— both Giovanna and Steve shutting down the subject when she tried to bring it up in the kitchen or gym.

“Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?” Tony was only met with eye rolls and groans— everybody had memorized every version of the story that Tony had told he talked about it so often.

“No, it's never come up.”

“Saved New York?"

“Never heard that.”

“Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That’s—that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?” Tony’s finger that was pointing up to the sky shook, and both Giovanna and YN’s heart broke for the puffiness under his eyes and the unsteadiness of his voice. They had rarely seen him look so afraid.

“Together,” Steve said, voice soft and gentle. Tony’s eyes flashed to him and his upper lip curled with anxiety.

"We'll lose.”

“Then we'll do that together, too.” He replied and turned back to YN— now fully stitched up and looking rather exhausted. “Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And I'd like to find him before he's ready for us.” He continued, wordlessly scooping YN into his arms once more and sucking in a quick breath when her head fell to his shoulder, breath huffing against his neck and igniting a blossoming red over it. She was boneless in his arms, jacket still zipped tight around her as he started walking out of the room and in the direction of YN’s apartment.

“The world's a big place. Let's start making it smaller.”

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They arrived shortly after and Steve jostled YN awake long enough for her to press her hand to the screen and unlock to door. It slid open smoothly and he placed her on her very soft-looking bed, pulling the heavy weighted blanket over. She only hummed nd buried herself deeper into his jacket, rubbing her nose into the collar and inhaling deeply.

“I’ll be back in the morning, take you down to the common room. I’m sure I’m not the only one who want’s too see you walking until you’re out of Cho’s machine.” His voice was an odd mixture of Captain and Steve as he pushed some hair out of her face. Her sleepy eyes opened and they looked up at him through her lashes, making his heart stutter. Fuck, he was in too deep.

“See you then, Stevie.” Her voice was distant as she pulled the blankets around her jaw and within seconds, she was asleep int he comfort of her own bed. He walked backwards out of the room, letting himself be just a little selfish and soaking her in before he walked out and shut the door behind him.

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