The last he remembered was saying good-bye to Howard and Peggy, how the thought of meeting his best friend and secretly-deemed-husband was coming so soon. The reflection of the carrier diving into icy depths is clear in his own bright blues. He remembers the fire, the glowing tessaract that seem to disappear in thin air. Then again so was everything else.
So too did the man known as Steven Grant Rogers.
He awoke to a death-defying shout, arms straining against his binds as his panic-filled eyes open wide to the blurred imagery that's retaining its view. Lightning felt like it was coursing through him and he was cold, shivering and trembling with anxiety. It didn't helped that he's attached to some construction, surrounded by men in labs coats speaking a language that he felt like he shouldn't know, but does regardless.
Where is he?
Who is he?
And then he spots the brunet with the blank stare getting awaken from a frozen chamber. The man looked familiar. A glint reflected in his eyes and he spot his metal right arm painted with a gold-star. The brunet had one similar, but it was on the left and the star is red. Their eyes met, curious blue to a smirking near-steel, but they both felt the delightful shiver that resulted from their meeting.
The scientists introduced them to each other, the male is called the Asset and he was told he is the Catalyst. They were to be the Soldier to the Captain and the Right Arm to the Left of Mother Russia. The Catalyst didn't understand any of this, he just knew he wanted to follow wherever the Asset goes.
The undying need to protect him drove him to accomplish any mission.
They didn't see each other until weeks later when they were deem able to communicate and understand even the basics. The handlers put them in a room together to better understand if they were compatible at all. The Catalyst was more than happy at this idea, but then again, he isn't so sure what happy is.
The Asset watched him from the corner, leaning against the wall and for a moment they observed each other. Taking small steps as they circle closer to each other.
Closer. Closer. And closer until they were a breath apart. Blue searching blue, their foreheads pressed and it not only confused them both, but it made they feel good. Made them feel alive.
Noses nuzzling as they watch each other in an unsure manner, somehow they were walking backwards onto the bed. The Asset having to buckle on his back when his knees touched the edge, and The Catalyst thought the other was beautiful just as their chests touched. Metal threads into metal, flesh with flesh and when their lips sealed with the shyest brushing touch.
That was it, their world changed in an instant.
Groins grinding and rocking one another, moans and whines coming out of his...what was The Asset? He was... He was... The blond pulled back from teething against the throat, eyes wide and staring at the darken ones of The Asset and he shivered because he knew he had that same wanton stare. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment when a hand caressed his face, the question if he was okay is clear inside the action.
But when he looked back the soldier underneath him, he had to ask.
"Mine?"
It was animalistic in nature, but with two men so unknown to the world they've lost, it was all they needed. He simply just watched the man, looked for any signs to bring a confirmation to what they wanted or more importantly what they meant to each other. He needed to hear that the other was his, belong to him only and he'll stop any that dares to defy that law.
"Yours.", was the hoarse reply that was like his own, but it felt right for them both. Even if they had just met, it felt like they knew each other for years and that familiarity keeps them sane in the dark world they're thrown into.
The Asset belonged to The Catalyst as does the opposite.