Author's Note: Hi! This story began as a cute little one-shot, but my friend wanted me to write more, so here it is! I hope that it's somewhat good. I'm a senior in high school, so expect updates weekly or biweekly, but they will be under 1,000 words I think, since I'm rather busy and I only have so many ideas. Please feel free to give me ideas in the review section or privately message me. I LOVE reviews, I've only got one so far but it made my day. Also, please note that I've read a few of the comics, so their might be little easter eggs for the comic fans, but you should be able to understand the story if you've seen the Marvel films. Thanks so much for reading and enjoy! ^-^
Even though I haven't been drunk in over 70 years, my legs were wobbly and my feet dragged on the ground. My head hurt, my eyes stung and my hand shook slightly as I lifted it, key grasped in my fingers. I was dead tired.
I had been gone on a mission, one that lasted twice as long that I promised Jesse. Fury sent Natasha, Clint and I to Syria to help maintain the safety of the last few refugees fleeing from Hydra. Bruce later joined us when he came with Doctors Without Boarders. The days were long and the weeks were longer and the months lasted an eternity.
I was only able to talk to Jesse once a week on the communicator (She had explained to me that it is like the 'FaceTime' on my cellular phone she gave me for Christmas last year). But I wrote to her everyday before bed, something falling asleep at my desk and getting drool over the letter. Jesse wrote back whenever she wasn't working her own long hours at the hospital or taking care of Marvin, our three year old golden retriever.
It was dark out as our flight had been delayed as Clint had demanded at the last second to pick Laura up some spices to 'expand her variety of pregnancy cravings'. My heart let for joy at the sudden thought of Jesse's flat stomach, from working out with me, rounded to a baby bump and her cheeks plump and glowing from pregnancy. I smiled and looked down at my feet shyly. Alone outside of our front door of our modest little townhouse, I felt embarrassed. The moths swarming the porch light seemed to mock me with their high pitched buzzing, almost telling me how stupid I was being. "She's you're wife, Rogers. You're Captain Friggin America, you can have sex with her if you wanna." I shook my head, trying to get the unpleasant sound of Tony Stark's voice out of my mind.
I turned the key in the lock and slowly swung the door open. It creaked quietly and I heard the scratching of Marvin's claws on the wood floor approach. I shut the door behind me and kneeled down to pet him and shush him as he whined and tried to play with me. "Mom's asleep, bud. Don't wake her." Standing up now, with Marvin at my heels, I made my way through the kitchen and up the stairs.
Our wedding pictures lined the hallway and I stopped to smile at them. 'How did I get so lucky?' I thought. Marvin pushed through the door to our room and jumped up on our bed. I followed him.
Jesse was fast asleep. She was curled up on my side of the bed, hugging my pillow and wearing one of my tee shirts. She shifted in her sleep as Marvin laid down next to her. I walked up to the bed and kneeled next to it. In one fluid motion I tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She stirred, but her eyes remained closed. I bent down and took her hand in mine and kissed it, whispering "I love you," in her ear. She smiled and lifted her arms up to wrap around my neck. I stooped to hold her close to me. She shook against me. Jesse, my beloved wife of almost a year, was sobbing in my arms.
"Steve?" She whispered. I squeezed her closer.
"It's me, I'm here." I soothed. She pulled away and looked at me in the eyes. Tears were silently streaming down her cheeks. She cupped my face in her hands, smiled, and pulled me down for an impassioned kiss. I could taste the night time tea with a shot of nyquil to help her sleep. I felt a pang of guilt. She had trouble sleeping without me. I pulled away when the taste of her melted away into the salt of her tears. She rocked against me as I hugged her, her whole body trembling. I ran my hands under her, well, my, tee shirt, and massaged small circles at the base of her spine, my trick to relax her. She mirrored me slid her hands under my shirt and over my stomach and back, coming to rest on my sides, her left hand gliding over a new patch of skin grown by Bruce in his lab.
"What's this?" She asked in between sobs.
"Dr. Banner had to preform surgery-" Jesse looked up in concern. "Minor surgery. It's new skin. He said that you wouldn't be able to feel the difference." Jesse smiled softly and ran her hand over the small patch again.
"I can feel the difference."