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Killer Queen: Part I
"She's a killer queen.
Gunpowder, gelatin, dynamite with a laser beam.
Guaranteed to blow your mind,
Anytime."
Killer Queen – Queen
"What do you mean entertainment?" Steve's voice was sharper than he'd intended, but he couldn't find it in himself to care after the mission they'd had, especially with the way the archer was leering at him. Doombots were not at the top of his list of favorite things.
"I mean," Clint stressed lewdly, shucking his Kevlar in a quick fashion, "That because of all the amazing, kick ass hero stuff we've been doing, the city thought it would be nice to reward us with some…entertainment."
"He means as a brothel, brother Steven," Thor interceded, stepping out off the locker room shower with a towel thrown haphazardly around his waist.
Steve blanched. "I can't… I can't sleep with a dame without – "
"The girl volunteered for it. Went through rigorous testing and yada yada. Some form of paying off government debt." Clint waved away the semantics as if they annoyed him. "As long as I get some free, eager pussy, I'm not complaining."
The blond looked thoroughly disgusted at the thought, but the more he really thought about it, it's not like he had time for dating. To take a girl out when every other day he was helping save the damn world.
"Everyone's been assigned a room and – dammit! I'm stuck sharing my little piece with you and Barnes. Hell, I don't even care if she's little. More cushion for the pushin', y'know? But I'm going first. Wait, where's Red Dawn? I swear, if he tries to get a jump on it – "
"Sergeant Barnes has already made his way to the room in question, Agent Barton. I believe he didn't want to be caught in this conversation and I quote 'I'm not fighting over a dame, never have, never will'. I will alert you both when he's finished. Unless, another room would be to either of your likings."
A weird feeling pinged in Steve's chest. This was the most…normal Bucky had acted since Tony dissected all the HYDRA out of his brain and it was oddly refreshing yet awkward at the same time. They'd never shared a girl before – he was betting Clint would choose another room with another girl – and it was strange. Strange because he'd never even had a girl before. Sure, Peggy was interested, but he was much too shy to ever make a move. It was a war, y'know? Couldn't get a girl in trouble in the middle of a fight. Lord, his ma would've beaten him black and blue for thinking it. But what about this girl? She'd chosen it, but did that mean she was actually given a choice or an ultimatum? Steve abhorred bullies and sometimes the government was the worst one of all.
"I'm grabbing another room. I don't need sloppy seconds." Clint shook his hair out like a dog and gave a salacious grin. "See you two idiots in the morning."
"Aye," Thor rumbled. "I have my own lady to see to. Be gentle with yours, no? Warriors are most rough after battle – "
"I don't think that'll be a problem, big guy." Lord, he didn't want to talk about this. With a god of fertility of all people. "I'm going to my apartment and taking a long nap. Have JARVIS reach me if the world starts falling apart again?"
"Always, Captain Rogers."
The blond nodded, slinging his shield over his shoulder. "Have a good night, Thor. Remember that Nat's making waffles in the morning."
"Of course! I wouldn't miss the spider's foray into the kitchen for anything!" Thor boomed, his voice echoing uncomfortably loudly in the metal-lined room. "I'm looking forward to the syrup as well."
"You and me both, buddy."
When was the last time he got laid? Before or after the war? He remembered getting under Patsy Mulligan's skirt behind the dance hall on 42nd Street, but was that the last time? Hell, he could've been fucking dames when HYDRA didn't have him on ice, but fuck if he could remember. Probably wasn't that good if he couldn't remember anyway.
The door looked normal enough from the outside. No ridiculous lights or suggestive signs. It looked like any other door lining the hallway, but this hallway was special. Almost ten doors, a different dame behind each one. Bucky supposed it should've been dirty, but he couldn't convince himself of it.
The man in the ceiling had explained how the girls came to be here, that it was their choice. And, really, who was he to judge?
He'd gotten the rundown about his dame, well, what they deemed necessary to put in her file.
Apparently, she was twenty-one, fresh out of college with a useless degree that obviously hadn't gotten her very far. She was briefed with the knowledge of whom she'd be sleeping with prior to signing, and, miraculously, she was okay with sleeping with a former brainwashed Russian assassin whose memories had more holes than Swiss cheese.
He was warned against choking (too hard), leaving bites or hickies from the neck up, and using derogatory terms during the…deed. Like, who the fuck says stuff like that? A man's supposed to call her gorgeous and baby and doll and – fuck, he was old.
But the final warning was what had his stomach in knots.
She was a virgin.
Like, certified, 100% untouched.
And, Jesus, if Bucky didn't ruin everything he touched.
What if he hurt her?
The girls wore a device around their necks to keep sound from getting out and he knew there wouldn't be any lights in the room, so how could she tell him? She wouldn't be able to tell him to stop or whine or anything. He couldn't see her face to read her expression.
Sure, he was getting laid, but he was taking something that was precious to her. But…she had okay'd it, right? Wouldn't have signed the contract otherwise.
Shaking away his thoughts, Bucky placed his hand flat on the scanner next to the door, his breath catching when it slid up. It was a feat of courage and general lust that had him putting one foot in front of the other until he felt his knees hit against something soft. Ah, the bed.
Small hands reached out to him and he forced himself to calm down when slim fingers made quick work of his tact suit, resting on the buckle of his pants.
"Hold on a second, doll. I'm not real good at this, okay? Goin' slow, I mean." His hand reached out and cradled her jaw in the dark. Her hair was soft and…springy against his hand. His thumb found its way to her lips and rubbed against them slowly, marveling in how plush they were. "You're a…virgin, right?" There was a weak nod and he sighed. "How do you want to do this, baby? I want you to get as much out of it as I am – "
Her fingers shook as they trailed across his bare chest, making nonsense patterns until he realized she was trying to communicate. Trying to write something on his skin.
"For you…for me? Sex isn't just about one person – " she started writing again, cutting him off. He chuckled. "I'm sure you'll get me off, doll. I just wanna return the favor. Now, lay back. Gotta feel what I'm workin' with."
Strong hands glided up her plush thighs and Bucky just knew she had a killer shape. Ample hips shifted into a cinched waist before flaring out into a generous bust. Christ Almighty, she had the body they drew on warplanes. He'd bet his ass that she was a stunner with the lights on and he momentarily cursed his luck at being able to take her virginity in the dark.
The girl didn't even shiver when his metal hand touched her. In fact, she leaned into it, as if telling him she was okay with it. But, if she'd been briefed on whom she'd be sleeping with, he was sure there was a page or two in there about his HYDRA exploits and the…upgrade they gave him.
His flesh hand traveled to the apex of her thighs and his brow furrowed. She was bare. Not a single hair covered her glorious cunt and he was more than confused. Was that what girls did now? He was used to…well a lot more, really.
"This the trend now, baby? Keepin' everything nice and smooth?" He shouldered his way between her thighs, gripping them firmly as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the first scent of her damp arousal. It was distinctly feminine and, before he could think better of it, his tongue ran the length of her slit. "Jesus Christ," he grunted, his nose bumping her clit while he used his thumbs to spread her open.
Her hips shifted and he thought he went too far, but those fears were squashed the second her legs opened wider.
Grinning to himself, he dived in, lapping at the sticky wetness that had begun to accumulate at her tight entrance. And, fuck, was she tight. Hands under her ample thighs secured her to his mouth and he didn't even realize she was coming until the salty sweet liquid of her release coated his tongue.
The girl's hips stuttered up to meet his mouth tiredly and he could tell she was having trouble controlling her breathing.
It was a pride thing, really. Knowing Bucky had reduced her to a quivering mess using his mouth.
I still got it, he thought smugly.
It wasn't until her nails started scratching his shoulders that he realized she was trying to pull him up her little body. And he went quite willingly, blanketing her petite form with his muscled bulk. His lips found her neck, knowing that most women wouldn't want to taste themselves on their lover's tongue, but she surprised him. Dragging his mouth to hers, her tongue swept his mouth and, dammit, if he wasn't hard enough before, he was practically breaking through the Kevlar covering him from the waist down.
Her hips canted against him, trying to find more friction and he groaned. "Christ, have mercy, baby. You're gonna kill me before we even get started."
She froze beneath him and wrote a single word against his chest.
Sorry.
"Don't apologize," he whispered, nipping at her ear. "I just expected a little more shy – hey, I'm not complainin'! Any guy would be lucky to have ya, doll. Might not even let Stevie share. Might keep ya all to myself and get you addicted to my – "
Her little hand covered his mouth and he could tell she was giggling by the way she was moving against him.
Bucky rested his forehead against hers and smiled. "You're gonna be a handful. I know it."
And she proved his words right. Deft fingers undid the buckle on his pants and he was naked in a matter of seconds, the chilled air biting into his skin. She was trembling beneath him as the head of his cock bumped against her slit.
"You gotta talk to me…well, y'know what I mean. I don't wanna hurt you." Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and scratched lightly at the stray hairs, making him feel more confident that she could at least try to communicate with him. "You ready, baby?"
Yes.
Lining up with her small opening, he gently pushed inside after coating himself with her slick. It would be horrible to try to force inside her without being prepared. And he was by no means small.
Heaven on earth was the only was to describe the snug feel of her around him. Propped up by his hands on either side of her head, he kept pushing in, thrusting the rest of the way when he felt her spongy barrier. The girl went completely still beneath him and Bucky had to grit his teeth to stop from thrusting.
It took a few good moments before she shifted her hips up to meet his and he let out a breath. "You want me to move, doll?"
Please.
And he did. Thrusting in and out of her tight, little heat like he was meant to do it. His knees dug into the plush bed, giving him the leverage he needed to hit that spot inside her that had her free hand clawing at his shoulders in pleasure.
Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongues and he swore nothing had ever felt better.
When her hips slammed up to meet him and she grew incredibly still and unbearably tight, he realized that she was having an orgasm on his cock.
Her first orgasm on a cock, at all.
And, Christ, if that didn't make him plow into her like he was trying to win a race. Hips smacking against each other, sweat slicked skin sliding. His own orgasm crept up on him fast and he barely managed to force another one out of the curvy dame beneath him.
"Fuck, baby! Jesus, you feel amazing." He grunted and groaned against the soft skin of her neck, burying himself as deeply inside of her as he could while his seed spilt into her awaiting cunt. "Goddamn."
"Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers is asking for your location."
Bucky opened his eyes, deftly brushing the sleep away. The room was flooded with light and he idly wondered how he could've slept through it. Well, after three rounds –
Where was she?
"JARVIS, where's – " he cut himself off. What did he call her? Hooker was definitely not the right answer and call girl was even worse. In his opinion anyway.
"She has returned to her normal duties. Should you need her before hand, simply let me know. As for the Captain – "
"Tell 'im I'm on my way to his apartment."
He hauled himself out of bed and tugged on his pants with more gusto than he cared to admit, but there was certainly something to be said about playing with a dame. Especially one as perfect as –
Hell, he had to stop thinking about her like that. She didn't want to marry him or nothing. She was paying off debts. And he was more than willing to be the one funding it.
Steve didn't think he had a single jealous bone in his body. Until he saw Bucky walk out of the elevator like that cat that ate the canary. And, knowing his best friend, he did a fair amount of eating.
"Worried about ya last night," he said, eyeing how the brunet grinned unashamedly. "Clint and the guys were…busy."
Bucky shrugged. "Shoulda told you what I was up to, but I figured I'd go solo on this one. And damn." He let out a low whistle as his grin widened. "She's a damned handful. You'll like her a lot, Stevie."
"Not too sure I like the idea." There. He said it. And he didn't burst into flames.
"I get it. You never really chased skirts."
"It's not that – "
"And chasin' one I've already had my hand up makes it lose some of the appeal." The brunet smirked. "Don't wanna get measured up, huh?"
Steve huffed out an annoyed breath. "Do you really want to do this in the hallway?"
"I mean, I just got done doing it in a bedroom – "
"Boys, boys, boys. Keep the pissing match to closed doors, all right?" Clint strutted down the hall like a trussed up peacock. Radiating arrogance, he had a smirk that rivaled even the brunet's. "Keep the pussy happy and we'll all stay happy. Need stress relief? All worked up? Bored? That's literally what they're there for. No commitments, no rings. Just eager pussy that'll let you put it wherever you want."
Steve's brash retort died on his lips when Clint's door slid shut behind him, leaving the pair exactly how they'd started.
"Just…don't take advantage of her, okay?" He pointedly stared at his shoes, wholly done with the conversation. "They made a choice, but the girls aren't disposable."
"See? That's what I mean! This girl, damn, Stevie, this girl is somethin'. Somethin' I woulda written home about – "
"You've only known her for a night. And I mean known in the most crude manner as possible. You can't know anything about her yet."
Bucky huffed. "Would you at least see her? You don't have to sleep with her – "
"No." Steve was firm in his answer. He didn't want to sleep with her or see her or do anything with her. It wasn't the same.
"Fine. Hopefully she won't think that you hate her for what she's doin'."
"Wait – "
"I'm goin' to the gym. I'll be back later."
He groaned. "Bucky!"
"Bye, Steve."
"Jesus. You're gonna be the death of me."
Flopping onto his back, Bucky pushed the sweaty hair out of eyes and stared at the inky blackness that was the ceiling.
He had memorized it when he woke up in the mornings. The patterns, textures. How there was a large window opposite the door that had black out designs.
It was a nice room, all in all. But he'd really like to see it with her. In the daylight. Without the cloak of darkness. And preferably nude.
A little hand slapping his chest brought him back to himself and he grinned.
Shut up.
They'd settled into a pretty comfortable routine in the past month. There weren't any awkward touches or missteps. It was…nice having someone to come home to for lack of a better phrase. Every evening, Bucky would come up to the room to have her waiting. Sometimes, they just talked, well, he talked and she wrote. And other times they would go at it like rabbits until she'd fall asleep on top of him.
But she was always gone in the morning without leaving a trace behind.
Honestly, it made Bucky want a relationship.
With her.
But that was a bad idea, even if almost everyone around him was pairing up in some way.
Stark had finally gotten the stick out of his ass when it came to Miss Potts – thankfully because Barton has been bitching about it for months – and was actively seeing her instead. Natalia had picked up a random stray named Wilson that helped out the Avengers on occasion. Thor reunited with his lady love when Jane Foster – said lady love – moved into the tower with her assistant that he hadn't gotten a chance to meet yet.
But he wasn't alone. Steve and Bruce hadn't coupled up with anyone yet. Even if the latter was nursing a crush for another doctor that was over a hundred miles away teaching at a university.
It sucked.
"Ouch. Why did you stab me?"
You're being weird. What are you thinking about?
Leave it to his girl to ask the hard questions.
He shrugged. "Guess I'm just wondering if I'm ever going to find out who you are." Her fingers stilled against his chest and he bit back a groan. "Not if you don't want me to, of course. I just…I'm not good at this, okay? I know you've read my file, you know about me. And I hate being at a disadvantage. I hate not knowing something. And you…I know it's only been a month or so, but you're important. To me, that is. Fuck, I am bad at this."
Do you want to?
"Do I want to what, doll?"
Know who I am.
"Yes."
It was an answer that he didn't even need to think about. He wanted to know her. Wanted to see if what they had was compatible outside of the bedroom.
A single line was drawn across his chest before JARVIS interrupted.
"I'm very sorry to break privacy protocols, however, Sergeant Barnes, you are needed immediately on the landing pad. Agent Romanoff requires your assistance."
He groaned. "Goddammit."
"Miss, you are also needed on a lower level. You know the one. I'll set the expectation that you'll be arriving shortly."
Bucky felt her sigh against him before she pressed a kiss to his mouth and slithered up his body.
Be safe. Please.
His flesh hand tangled in her hair and pulled her close for a kiss that he hoped conveyed everything he was feeling.
"I'll come back to you. I promise."
Steve practically was crawling to the elevator by the time Fury finished their debrief.
He had watched as a child watched their mother take a bullet to the chest and he couldn't stop it. There was no way he would have been able to deflect the bullet in time. He knew that. But hearing the little boy cry for his mother had taken him to a very dark place. A place where teenaged Steve had lost his mom, too. And there still wasn't anything that he could do.
What good was the serum if people still died?
Shaking his head, he was surprised when the elevator doors opened to the very floor had been avoiding for the last month.
Thirty-three days to be exact.
Even with admitting that Bucky had been more pleasant than normal, it still wasn't something he wanted to actively think about. Besides, he had his eye on a girl he'd seen around the tower. She moved in with Dr. Foster and she was…wow, she was something. He got the same sort of feeling he got in his chest the first time he saw Peggy. And that was saying something.
Steve had seen her boss around the petite astrophysicist like a mother hen and it made him swoon.
He had a thing for bossy girls. Sue him.
With a roll of his eyes, he pressed the button for the lounge with a little more force than necessary.
"Do you need ice? Did you see a doctor?"
"Don't need a doctor, sweet cheeks. They all say the same thing."
The blond fought valiantly not to roll his eyes at Barton's over the top flirting, but the muscles won out and he was pretty sure they might get stuck that way. At least that's what Nat told him.
Getting out of the elevator was easy, seeing whom the archer had been talking to was harder. Especially when he was seeing her up close for the first time.
"Well, then I won't hold my breath for a clean bill of health. You're a little fucked in the head, aren't you?" She snarled back, picking at her immaculately polished nails. "Figures you'd have to be. What with being one of the only humans in the Avengers."
"Burn!"
Barton narrowed his eyes at his fellow avian. "You're human, too, you idiot."
"Hence why I said one of," she countered, wide blue eyes flitting to the blond. "Well, hello, Captain."
"Debrief done?" Barton grunted, grabbing his beer off the counter and inching closer to the curvaceous little thing. "Hill or Fury?"
"Fury," he answered quietly. He watched her a little more closely than he intended, making sure the archer wasn't in unwanted territory. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. And you're – "
"Darcy Lewis." She was in front of him before he could blink, taking up nearly all of his personal space. "I'm a hugger. And I'm glad no one died in, well, what happened in the Lower East Side."
"I never said no one died."
Darcy's eyes got big and a little too watery for his liking. "Wh-what?"
Ignoring the way her voice cracked, Steve rushed to reassure her all while damning Barton's lack of sensibility. "All of the team is present and accounted for. Tony and…my friend are getting patched up now, but should be back in their rooms in a few hours."
"I'm not too sure about that. Barnes was giving that doctor hell. He's probably back already."
Tension was practically radiating off of her small frame and her lip trembled. "I should p-probably go."
Steve was still staring at the space where she was nearly a moment before when Barton clapped him on the shoulder.
"Cute, isn't she?"
"I'm not going to take the bait if that's what you're waiting for."
Deep down, Barton really was a good guy. Steve figured he'd been burnt too many times to keep the act up in front of prospective bedmates, but he understood. Bucky used to be the same way around dames.
"Maybe we should have JARVIS keep an eye on her," he continued. "She bolted pretty fast."
"Miss Lewis has her vitals monitored as everyone else in the tower. Should something arise out of the ordinary, the proper responders will be notified."
Barton cracked a smile. "Thank God for AIs, am I right?"
Getting a clean bill of health had been a bitch, but nearly fifteen stitches later and a lot of cajoling had him sitting on the bed in their room. In the dark. And alone.
Disappointment pulled at his heart, but JARVIS had called her away, too. She had been doing something just like he was.
Well, hopefully not just like he was. Lord, he'd give himself heart palpitations if he thought about her in the mix of things.
The soft whoosh of the door caught his attention and he let out a breath when he had his arms suddenly full of his girl.
Nose buried in her hair, he inhaled her scent, more than a little alarmed to find traces of smoke lingering.
"Fuck, I was so worried. I figured you'd be back by now…"
Apparently, words weren't high on her priority list and her mouth met his in a clash a teeth. A groan slipped from his throat when she bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth.
"I missed you, too, baby," he whispered against the skin of her cheek when she pulled away just a bit. He didn't have to hear her to know what she'd been thinking.
Are you hurt?
Bucky had never been so happy that he'd had the foresight to remove his shirt. "A few stitches, but I'll be fine."
Where?
Taking her smaller hand in his, he trailed it down along his ribs, letting her gently fingers run over the meticulous threads.
It was like she was ghosting along the wound, proving to herself that it was real. When the first drop of wetness hit his chest, he thought he had imagined it, but a few others quickly followed it.
"Awh, baby, don't cry. I told ya I'd come back – "
To me.
"To you," he affirmed. Hands drifted under her jaw and pulled her face up, cursing that he could only see the darkness. "I promised I would. And I did. Don't be sad."
You got hurt.
"Hazard of the job, doll."
Make me forget?
Bucky grinned like a teenager and wasted no time flipping her onto her back. Hovering over her, he could feel the way her breath quickened and hear the flick of her zipper.
It wasn't long until he was buried to the hilt inside her, cradled between her ample thighs as their mouths fitted together in a way that would've made puzzle pieces jealous. He was more than content to stay inside her as long as possible to make her come undone beneath him. And she did it so beautifully.
Her body shook and she would pant against his mouth while she clutched at him like a vice. It was a fucking miracle that his strain of serum didn't break through the ironclad birth control he knew SHIELD had provided her with. What with how many times he filled her with his seed.
"You wanna come again, baby? Huh? You want that pretty little cunt squeezing around my cock again?"
His little dame loved dirty talk and he wasn't a man that disappointed. "Fuck. You're gettin' tighter. You feel so good, baby."
Please.
Her writing got sloppier against his skin and he picked up the pace, hips smacking into hers as he felt her clit rubbing against his pelvis. Digging his hands into her hips, he hoisted himself up into his knees and fucked into her harder before she stilled beneath him. But he couldn't stop, he fucked her through her orgasm and into another one before he roared his own release, nearly collapsing on top of her when his legs felt like they could no longer support his weight.
Thank you.
It took several tries, and a few huffs, from his girl to get the jist of what she was saying before he curled her into his side. Lips pressed against her temple, he whispered something she didn't catch as her breath evened out and sleep took her.
Afterwards, he lay staring upwards. It was a wonder he wasn't passed out like she was, but he was busy formulating a plan. A plan that would let him get a peek in the working girls' files. A plan that involved breaking into SHIELD.
A blur of yellow nearly knocked Steve over as he stepped out of the elevator. Squishing to the side to avoid it he overheard Barton annoying tones.
"Awh, c'mon, I'll make more!"
"Uncultured swine!"
The ding of the elevator told him that the doors had closed and he ventured into the lounge, spotting the other man leaning up against the counter with the entire coffee pot in his hand. And he was drinking from it.
"What did you do?" Steve glanced around the kitchen and saw Darcy's travel mug abandoned next to the empty coffee maker. A ghastly shade of pink that was…fitting?
He grinned. "Drank all the coffee."
"And you were hoping to accomplish…"
"I didn't say I wouldn't share."
Even the blond made a face at that and began readying another pot to be brewed. It wasn't for completely unselfish reasons – he wanted coffee, too – but he figured he could fill up her mug and drop it off in the lab on his way to meet Tony in the garage.
Which, as soon as it was done, was exactly what he did. Ignoring Barton's commentary about being whipped, he filled her gaudy pink travel mug and left the lounge, allowing his feet to take him to where he knew she'd be.
A fire, however, he was not expecting.
"Seriously? Jane, I told you not to leave a pop tart wrapper so close to this stupid thing!"
"Get the fire extinguisher!"
Steve jumped into action. Passing the doctor, he handed her Darcy's mug before grabbing the extinguisher from beneath one of the many tables and putting out the fire.
And managing to half cover Darcy in foam.
"Miss Lewis, I'm so – "
"That was awesome!" She squealed, shaking the white stuff off of her. Her eyes were wide as she took him in, noting how heroic he actually looked. Then she saw her mug. "Did you bring me coffee, too? You saved me from a fire and brought me coffee? Did I die? Did the fire get me?"
Dr. Foster rolled her eyes. "Darcy."
"Do ya wanna get hitched? Cause damn. Muscles, coffee, saving me from certain death – "
"Darcy!"
Blue eyes found her friend and an embarrassed little, "What?" Slipped out.
"Stop trying to hit on Captain America – "
"Just Steve, ma'am, please."
"Steeeeeeeve," the brunette giggled, earning another eye-roll.
Dr. Foster smacked her palm against her forehead. "Please. Stop trying to get freaky in my lab. We have work to do. And you can play with Cap – Steve later."
"Nah, I just enjoy watching him turn pink. See his ears? Bright as My Little Pony!" She smirked as he ducked his head.
"Thanks for the coffee, Steve-o."
Her lips brushed against his cheek and he was honestly confused how she'd gotten so close without him noticing.
"You-you're welcome."
Christ, kill him now.
It was a bad op. The kind that went south after putting in weeks of work.
And if Steve was being honest with himself, he needed to unwind. Desperately.
And normally he would spar with Bucky until he was well worn out, but his body was jumping with adrenaline and his friend was deep into his own mission nearly a thousand miles away.
Showing up on that floor hadn't been what he had in mind, but comfort and stress relief was what he was after.
Steve knew which door was hers. No hesitation graced his gait as he slid his hand to the panel and walked through the threshold of the room, taken aback at the darkness that greeted him.
Words tried to escape his mouth, but small hands on his chest drew him away from himself as she traced patterns. And getting lost in what she had to offer seemed like a damned good thing.
Her hands stilled when they reached his shoulders, her fingers tapping against the bulk of his left one.
She was expecting metal.
She was expecting Bucky.
"Sorry, sweetheart, Bucky's still – ah – out for now. Should be back in a day or so. Seems like you'll have to settle with me."
Her hand slithered from his shoulder and back to his chest, drawing patterns again and he sighed before shucking it.
Girls always loved his chest anyway.
A sloppy kiss caught the corner of his mouth and he recoiled. That wasn't what he was after. Romance and the like had no place here.
"Sorry. I don't really put my mouth on girls without knowing where they've been."
The tension in the room only grew and he heard a small thump before her hands deftly unbuckled his pants and harshly pushed them and his boxers halfway down his broad thighs. His ass hit something soft and he assumed it was the bed when she fitted herself between his legs. And then he was pretty sure his mind exploded.
Having a girl suck his cock was something new for him. Shit, having a girl touch him below the waist while he was naked was new. But he knew he wasn't going to last long, what with how she was avidly trying to suck his brain out through his dick.
His hand drifted down of its own accord and tangled in her hair before she smacked it away with a loud wack.
"Dammit," he grunted, digging his short nails into his palm instead. "'m not gonna last."
The girl damn near redoubled her efforts. Soft hands stroked the last few inches she couldn't get into her mouth and her free hand stroked his sac as his swollen head slipped between her plush lips.
It only took about five minutes for Steve's orgasm to race up his spine and have him roaring his release. It wasn't until a good second after that he realized he had held her head down as he came.
Stuttering, he let go of her curls to hear her shift as she stood. And then something warm and wet was dripping onto his pelvis.
"What the – "
The door to what he assumed was the bathroom – what fucking good was the serum if he couldn't see? – slammed shut and it dimly registered that she had left him. His fingers trailed through the wetness and realized it was sticky. And had a certain smell…
She spit on him.
She spit his cum back onto him.
He figured he deserved it, honestly.
Groaning, he flopped back onto the bed and closed his eyes. First impressions were obviously not his thing.
Barring the night he'd had with her, he was in a pretty good mood the next morning. When he had got up to get dressed in that godforsaken room, he noticed a smudge of red around the base of his cock and alarm swam through him before he realized it was just lipstick. If the waxy feeling was anything to go by.
Feeling like he was, he figured that bringing Darcy a cup of coffee would be a good idea. Especially when his watch said it was just past eleven.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes– thanks, JARVIS – he made his way to the coffee shop on the business floor and then back to the elevator to go to the lab.
He was able to see her through the wide window of the lab and he was a little confused.
It looked like she was keeping up a steady stream of mumbling as she slammed things around. Could you even slam a stack of papers? Well, she figured out how to. And it made him nervous to approach her.
He had been a witness to a SHIELD agent getting a major dress–down from her nearly a week ago and he knew she had the ability to make grown men wet themselves.
And jeans weren't exactly absorbent.
Sucking up what courage he had, he made his way into the lab with an easy smile on his face. A smile that made Darcy glare at him like he'd just kicked her puppy. And ran it over.
"Good morning, Miss Lewis. I was grabbing a coffee this morning and thought – "
"Yeah. Just put it on the table."
He did what was asked and wet his lips uncomfortably. "I didn't know what you liked."
"Obviously." It was a mumble he was sure that she didn't think he would hear, but he heard it all the same. She glanced up at him with a withering look. "You can go now, Rogers."
Dismissed. He was being dismissed by a five-foot-two lab assistant with an anger problem.
"Did I do something to offend you?"
Glancing up from the stack of papers, she gave him a falsely sweet smile. "Of course not." Her smile disappeared all together and she all but growled, "Now get out."
Steve really didn't need to be told twice.