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Till time tear us apart

That day Toni was awaken by the feeling of something hard and uncomfortable on her back, and not in the good way, mind you. Her body moved, trying to find a better position with little to no success, so a minute later she just decided to open her eyes and face whatever the hell it was this time.

She didn't exactly expect to find herself inside of such a place. Like, seriously, the guy she took to bed last night didn't seem to have such an ancient decor, but again, it could have been the alcohol and lust blinding her. Either way, it wasn't like she planned something more than a one night stand, so there is no need to cringe with the "grandma" bedroom when she could just take her things and happily make her way back home for a cup of so much needed coffee. How did she fall asleep in such an uncomfortable mattress by the way? She should have been too hung up.

Toni just thanked the fact that the guy was clearly absent —this could have been one hell of a awkward morning— and rolled out of bed. That was the moment she realized the pajamas she was wearing and oh sweet mother of god, who was that guy and why does he have such a nasty paraphilia? She probably looked like her mom and wasn't that a scary thought?

Her legs didn't want to cooperate and her center of gravity seemed to have changed but she attributed those feelings to last night activities and so continued with bubbly limbs across the room. There weren't any clothes on the floor so that meant that she should go and search the next one.

She didn't expect to see such a man candy after opening the door. That wasn't the guy she had sex with last night, and hell if she wasn't disappointed right now.

Sexy man turned around from his place at the stove and his so beautiful aquamarine eyes gleamed with a smile, "Hey, sleepyhead, good morning."

"Mornin'." Toni answered with her most sexiest smirk, and wasn't her voice a little bit off?

Mr. Unknown smiled more and let out a laugh between surprised and disbelieving, "You sure you are fine Steve? You did hurt your head last night."

Toni's eyebrows scrunched up, not understanding why sexy-man was calling her Steve of all things but probably the head wound have to do with that. Still, she doesn't recall such a thing happening "Did I?"

"Yeah, it wasn't pretty. You should stop picking up fights, you know?"

And damn if that didn't make her eyebrows go all the way up to her hairline. Natasha Anthonia Stark sure didn't go around the world picking up fights, making enemies yes, why not? But not physical fights. She goes to the gym to stay in form but really, she doesn't know the first thing about fighting. Bless Howard and his parenting skills which include sending her to private schools and not military camps.

Her silence didn't seem to confuse the man and so she continued moving around the living room, picking up an old looking jacket, which seemed to belong to world war two and complemented the grandpa outfit that only now Toni was noticing with some distaste. This have to be a joke from Rhody, and god, this wasn't funny. She is pretty sure her libido just flew out of the window.

"Breakfast is in the kitchen, not get used to me cooking because I can barely do it, but yeah, sorry for what happened last night." Then he started walking backwards to what looked to be the front door, "I am already late, so I will bide my goodbye. Not get in trouble and see you later, Steve."

The door closed behind him and Toni was left with silence and more questions than answers, which kind of make her jiggly on her toes. And that is it, she is out of here, this pretty much made it to her number five list of weird one night stands. So, after not finding any of her own clothes she marched to the door, not caring that she was going to walk all the way back to her dorm with PJ's. After all weirder stuff has happened before around campus.

But oh, surprise, surprise.

We are not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.

He didn't fully wake up for a couple of hours, too comfortable to really try to move. And finally that was the realization that make him open his eyes with confusion. Did Bucky buy him a new bed? With what money? They barely can pay their rent, nevermind furniture.

Then the second thing that make him confuse was the sight of a stranger dressing up at a side of his bed… actually this didn't even seem to be his room.

"Uh, you finally awake? You sure didn't seem to be a heavy sleeper."

Because he isn't, but it probably was the first time he ever sleep on something so soft. Still this wasn't the most immediate problem, "Who are you?" And why his voice was so different?

The guy let out a snort full of disbelief, "I should have expected this, you were pretty hung up last night." Then he stopped and gave him a lopsided smile while making his way up the bed, "but hey, no hard feelings, last night was great. I wouldn't mind a repeat."

Steve wasn't sure he understood what this person was talking about, not until the man closed up the space between them and crashed their lips. His eyes opened up like saucers, all the sleep abandoning him while shock tensed up his muscles and enable his body from moving.

The stranger separated and looked into his eyes, searching for something. Finally, when he didn't find it, he let out a disappointed sigh and jumped out of bed to finish putting his shoes on, "it seems that no."

Steve didn't answer —too shocked to normally function— and so just looked in silence how the (obviously handsome) man deemed himself ready in from of a full body mirror for later making his way to the door. With a short: "Remember to lock the door when you leave." He was gone.

He didn't make an habit out of swearing, but… what the fuck happened last night? He is pretty sure he made it back home thanks to Bucky. Or maybe that didn't happened, he did hurt his head after not ignoring the banter some guys at the bar were throwing his way. It was Bucky's fault he was there in the first place, he and his idea of getting Steve a date with some fine dame. Steve appreciates his friend's support, but the reality was that he wasn't exactly every woman's dream. The fact that the girl who supposedly was his date ended up more interested in his friend was the very prove of it.

Still, nothing of what he recalls can explain why he is actually on some stranger's bed. Naked.

Oh god, he is naked.

And he is pretty sure he didn't had so much weight on his chest before, or his hair being that long and brown.

This is the first time I write something for this fandom. Still, I have been giving this idea some thought. I hope you liked it, see you next time ;)