The first morning Steve's apartment passed with ease, in Skye's opinion. She couldn't bring herself to acknowledge to him that he curled around her to protect her from the nightmares, but he knew how grateful she was. He had to know.

Steve's apartment was small. The kitchen was open, so it was basically one really large room that flowed from kitchen to livingroom. Then there was the bedroom. One bathroom, and one den. So they didn't exactly have a lot of room to avoid each other here. Not that she wanted to avoid Steve, but if either of them suddenly found themselves yearning for alone time, it'd be hard to come by.

So they started to kill time by playing games. It started with cards, and then moved to board games. Skye waited for a call from Coulson, but it didn't come. She tried to focus on anything else, but it was getting harder and harder.

"Man, this sucks! I hate being cooped up," she groaned.

Steve just laughed. Skye raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. Why was he laughing at her? Was there something funny about her quickly setting in cabin fever?

"Skye, you used to live in a van," he pointed out.

Skye almost got embarrassed, but stopped at the last second, becoming indignant instead. "Excuse you, I lived there by myself, not crammed in with some super soldier. And I've gotten used to the bus," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "I'm. So. Bored!" she said, half-whining.

Steve shook his head, smiling. He was putting up with her pretty well. She was surprised that he hadn't gone stir-crazy yet. Steve got up, pulling her with him and they started making dinner. That would work. It would entertain her for a little while. They rummaged around the groceries that Natasha had brought and quickly through together a meal fit for a hacker and a superhero.

Once that was done, Steve grabbed a book off of his shelf and sat down on the couch. He patted the spot next to him and Skye sat down. "Hey, I said entertain me," she teased.

Rolling his eyes, Steve smiled and began to read aloud. Eventually, Skye's head was in his lap as he read, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. She climbed out of Steve's lap and walked into the bathroom, slipping into her makeshift pajamas. When she walked back out, she paused, leaning on the doorframe. He was still reading, in his head now, looking serious and stoic, though there was a flicker of happiness in his eyes. It was beautiful.

"Let's go to bed," she called, not even registering how natural the phrase felt on her tongue. Steve let out another small laugh before making his way to the bedroom. It was funny how he didn't say much, but communicated perfectly to her with small gestures, a change in his eyes or little noises. She understood him perfectly. Not always, but usually.

That was how the first day stuck in his apartment went; filled with boredom and cabin-fever, but also their friendship.

By the afternoon of the second day, Skye thought she was going insane. She needed to get out of this apartment, or at least do something interesting. She needed fresh air, and sunlight and anything other than books and board games. She was also going insane worrying about her team. "Steve, what if they're-"

"Don't. Don't even put the bad thoughts out there," he reminded her, handing her a sandwich. Skye nodded, but there was still a lump in her throat.
"I'm gonna go shower, try not to get into trouble, okay?" he grinned, walking into the bathroom.

Skye wanted to scream. Now she was bored, crazy, and alone. Great. She sat down on the couch. She started channel surfing boredly. She'd never wanted to be returned to the bus more than this ordeal. Not that she didn't like Steve. This was just completely ridiculous.

Steve took impossibly short showers, probably something he got used to when he was in the army, and suddenly he emerged from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He grabbed his glass of water and walked into his bedroom to get dressed out of his pajamas, even though the day was over half over.

Skye swallowed thickly. She'd been cooped up in this house for over a day now, and Steve was...well, he was a super soldier. He was flawless. She drank in the sight of his body in the micro second between the counter and him closing the door behind him. There was no harm in looking, right? She'd been stuck with him for too many hours, this was okay. Understandable, even. She hadn't even realized that her breathing had shallowed a little. Skye shook her head.

She was being creepy, she had to cut it out. Her phone rang and Skye ran for it.

"Coulson?"

"No such luck."

"Stark," she sighed. It was good to hear from him, after all he was after the people who were after her team. "How's it going?" He wasn't Coulson, but at least she could get information from him. She could hear Steve singing as he got his clothes on and she rolled her eyes, smiling to herself.

"Good. Terrible. I don't know. Look, we're almost done. Hang in there, okay? I'm not sure when we'll be done with this. You okay?"

Skye sighed once more, squeezing her eyes shut. "Yeah I'm...fine. Just ready to be out of this place," she said.

She could hear Stark's hesitation. Like he wasn't sure what he could say. "You'll survive. Cap's not so bad," Stark laughed. "Okay, I gotta go. Stay sane for me."

With that, he was gone. Skye felt her heart sink. So little news and information to go on. It was killing her. Steve came back out, clothed this time. He walked over to her bag, pulling out DVD's. They'd been saving those, so they wouldn't run out of options too quickly.

"Guess it's time to break out the movies," he smiled sympathetically.

The morning of the third day, Skye found herself tangled up in Steve again. This time he hadn't removed himself from her. She blinked her eyes open, moving her head to look up at him. She realized that the reason he hadn't moved was because he was still asleep. She snuggled closer to his warm, safe body. It was impossible to be stressed or scared this close to Steve.

She felt him stir ever so slightly. She looked up at him once more, but her 'Morning Cap' got stuck in her throat before she could get it out. His own eyes opened slowly, blue-green meeting her deep brown. Her bare legs were still tangled with his, their arms also woven together. Her tiny frame was pressed against his muscles and Skye felt dizzy in this moment, bathing in the morning light.

Cabin-fever. She was stuck in a one bedroom apartment with this guy for three days straight. People were bound to go insane, she thought. Her fist tangled in his shirt, eyes still not moving her gaze from his.

She licked her lips. "Day three."

Steve nodded. She didn't think twice before lifting her head that much higher, pressing her lips to his. She expected him to freeze against her, but after a milisecond, his hand was tangling in her hair and he was receptive as she deepened the kiss. Any guilt she felt she crushed down because she was fucking going insane. Skye was pretty sure they were getting more tangled, if at all possible.

A man who'd been frozen for seventy years, and learned his dating game in the 1940s certainly managed to kiss like a man from 2014 and Skye was not complaining.

Suddenly there was a noise aside from little sighs. Her phone. Her. Phone. Skye bolted out of bed, running to her phone and answering it. "Hi." She said breathlessly.

"Skye...?"

"Coulson!" she exclaimed gleefully, forgetting about that fact that she just made out with one of her best friends.

"Hey. You okay? You know what, never mind. They did it. Skye, we're safe. We're gonna bring the bus to you. You're officially free from Cap's place," Coulson laughed.

That was when the crashing realization and awkwardness fell on her. Shit. What had she just done? "Uh. Great. Be there soon. See you then." She hung up, chewing on her lip and turned around. She jumped when she saw Steve there. He looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

"So...that was Dad. I mean Phil. I mean Coulson. We're all clear...so I'm just gonna...grab my pants...and go," she said slowly, wanting to die a little with every word. She can't believe she just kissed him. She just ruined everything. "I'll, um. I'll see you around, Steve," she murmured, slipping into her pants. She started towards the door, looking back at her once.

Steve didn't say anything, just looked at her. She shook her head, taking a deep breath and fleeing the apartment before she completely destroyed every grain of their friendship.