After a slow and tender bout of lovemaking, Steve and Wanda found themselves on the floor of one of the guest bedrooms of Stark Tower. She was snugly cradled in Steve's arm, and she put her head on his chest while his hand found its way to her breast, his fingers circling her nipple.

Despite the fact it was wintertime, the two of them couldn't have been warmer. A fireplace helped to enhance the warmth in the room, which was sorely needed without clothes on.

"Pietro and I would do this… thing at night. I don't know the exact word in English…"

"Cuddle?" Steve suggested. He remembered Natasha trying to explain the concept to him as part of "Black Widow teaches Captain America about the modern world", with a lot of sighs from Natasha.

"I suppose so, though just as siblings. The winters in Sokovia can get well below freezing on bad days." As if demonstrating, Wanda tugged on Steve a bit tighter.

Steve's reply was to rake his other hand through her hair and squeeze her. "You won't have to worry about the cold anymore. Not when I'm here."

That seemed to satisfy Wanda. Wanda deserved it.

They had to put their clothes back on, eventually. Didn't want to give Stark or Romanoff the unexpected pleasure of catching them in the act. But it didn't mean they couldn't cozy up with each other again. So they got themselves a blanket and slept on the floor.

Steve, being the morning bird that he was, woke up first. He accidently woke Wanda up in the process of getting up and changed into exercise wear.

"Huh?" said a dizzy and sleepy Wanda. "Did you say something?"

"Nothing, babe," replied Steve, "except that I love you." He reached down, kissed her forehead softly, and began the day. Of course, Wanda would find her way into his schedule. She always did.

A shorter moment, the next one will be longer.