How's everyone's summer! Been pretty good for me so far, although I have yet to see ANT MAN. Don't get me wrong I have seen the end credit scene over and OVER again. But I really want to see the movie itself, which I have yet to do this summer.

Nonetheless I will see it and enjoy it, and write about it here, just gotta watch this countdown clock. I also have to wait for my Stargate Atlantis box set cause I love me some JASON MOMOA. If you don't know who Ronon Dex is, you should be ashamed and look him up.

Obviously after you read this chapter of course.

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Chapter 7: Evasive


Our mouths melded together in bliss. His body pressed against my own, arms wrapped sturdily around the small of my waist. The water from the showerhead was still pouring down on us but I didn't care to notice, in fact, I didn't want the moment to ever end.

I felt two hands delve under my thighs, lifting me up. As if it were natural to me, I crossed my legs, engulfing the width of his waist, effectively holding me up. All the while our mouths never parted, and my lungs needed to breath.

I pulled away, albeit I didn't want to, but oxygen was necessary if I wanted any of this continue.

"You alright?" Bucky asked, visibly concerned.

"Great," I smiled at him. He adjusted his grip upon my under thighs and stepped out of the shower. He held me with his metallic arm, and the other turned off the shower head. He carried straight back to the lone bedroom.


I awoke that morning with an arm draped over my waist. Not that I minded the wall of flesh in front of me, I actually enjoyed the shade from the morning sun. I snuggled closer to the wall of flesh, which was emitting amazing warmth. I peaked my eyes open to see that my personal heating pad was still asleep, a content smile upon his bearded features. His head lie upon his metallic arm, providing him with a cool pillow. Strands of hair hung above his eyes, giving a child like expression to his bearded face. I removed a stray strand of hair from his face, clearing his gorgeousness.

Of course I would never say that to him out loud.

He shifted in his sleep, moaning like a child. I smiled at the thought of his childish demeanor. His body snuggled against mine, which I thought was impossible at this point.

I slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed, careful not to wake my sleeping partner. I picked up one of the strewn shirts that lie upon the floor, quickly discovering that it was not mine as soon as it covered my lower thighs. Nonetheless I traveled into the bathroom, instantly flinching at the bright lights flicked on. The first thing I noticed was that there were hickeys scattering my collarbone. I also noticed that the shirt was dangling off of my shoulders. My hair was strewn about in directions I didn't know it could travel in.

Once I gathered my hair into something managable, I gathered a fresh set of clothing and went down stairs, careful not to wake Bucky. I hadn't realized that; one It was well into the afternoon, and two; that we left the television on all night.

'Detectives are still baffled by the disappearance and alleged kidnapping of Samantha Jane Coulson, who was supposedly taken captive by the Winter Soldier.'

I looked at the screen finding that my face was now alongside a blurry picture of a masked man, which I could only assume was the man i had just slept with. If reporters were here they would probably say I have Stockholm syndrome or something. But the reporter also made me realise something else, if the police were looking for us, HYDRA was still out there as well.

In my mind I knew that we weren't going to be able to hold out for long, especially if we kept living like this. Even if he didn't like it, we were in need of help. And I noticed one place where we could get it. I also knew that one place was where he would never allow me to go, not while he was awake at least. With that settled, I grabbed the keys to the SUV, Milo, and went out the door. Of course I was sure to wake the metal armed man.

'He'll get over it,' I thought to myself as I put Milo in the passenger seat of the SUV. I hopped into the driver seat and started the vehicle. I then proceeded to drive all the ay back to the metropolitan city/other worldly realm of Manhattan.


I parked in a secluded lot, and proceeded to carry Milo the rest of the way. I pretty much knew where I was going, just had to find the large building that had and 'A' on it and looked like a llama. Soon enough, I found the place. I placed Milo within the comforts of my jacket and walked into the building.

As soon as I did the walls began talking.

'Miss Coulson, Mr. Stark has been expecting you, if you take the nearest elevator I will guide you from there,' a posh British voice emitted from air. I decided that I wasn't going to argue with who ever was talking and took the nearest (and most secluded) elevator.

As the doors closed, I stared at the fizzled reflection of myself, trying to calm my nerves. The top button on the panel had already been pressed and the elevator was moving fast to the destined level. One that was label penthouse.

'I trust that Mr. Barnes is well?' The voice asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yes he is, but I don't think he'll be happy if he finds out about this." I said with a smile.

'I have already alerted Mr. Stark and Captain rogers to your arrival. I also taken the liberty to alert your friend Ms. Caldwell as well, I believe she is rather pressed to see you.'

"I wouldn't doubt it, uh- I'm sorry but do you have a name?" I asked whilst cradling Milo.

'I am called Jarvis, Madam,' The voice said calmly. I nodded my head as the elevator came to a slow halt. the doors slid open and I was met with Nat's exasperated bed-headed look.

"Who'd you sleep with?" I raised a brow teasingly.

"THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU ARE GOING TO SAY TO ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE EMOTIONAL DISTRESS I'VE BEEN IN RIGHT NOW? YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK YOU ASSHOLE!" If I could plug my ears, I would have, but because of her calico in my arms I was forced to suffer.

"I see you kept your personality." I drawled flatly. I handed her Milo and walked out of the elevator, viewing the immense penthouse suit atop the Llama building.

"Seriously, why didn't you call? We could have picked you up anytime. And do you care to tell me why you lied to me about your 'roommate' because there better be a good reason for it," She cradled her precious cat as the two of us walked around the high tech penthouse palace.

The place was very sleek in design, many variants of grey were in the color scheme. Also almost half of the place was all windows. I wouldn't be surprised if Thor accidentally threw his hammer out one of them. There was an upper level, which looked to be a lab, or workshop of some sort. Probably for Tony and the other science people he had working for him.

"Sam? Why didn't you call?" Nat brought me back down rom my trance.

"My phone was obliterated, and I couldn't find a payphone." I said, a thin line forming on my lips. Nat gave me a flat look, but thankfully decided to let it go.

"Samantha, good to see your alright." Captain Rogers walked from around the corner, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white tee. A very fitted white tee.

"Good to see you too Captain." I shook his outstretched hand.

"Please, call me Steve." he insisted.

"Steve." I nodded.

"I'll take Milo to my room," Nat decided to make herself scarce, taking Milo with her.

'Thanks for the support Nat,' I mentally grimaced.

"Please sit," he motioned to the recreational area. I sat across from him on a very expensive couch. the only thing between us was a glass coffee table, which was littered with playing cards, snacks, even Thor's hammer. I kept my hand under my legs, proving that my nerves were very evident.

"I know what happened to your apartment, Tony is already making sure its being restored to its original state." Steve said, albeit it was good news, but it wasn't exactly what I was expecting to here.

"Thank you, but I doubt I'll need to live there anytime soon."

"That, we're aware of, so we have a rom here if you wanna stay here, we also have one set up for Bucky." Steve offered.

"I don't exactly think I'm ready to move in just yet, nor does Bucky."

"You two didn't split up?" Steve asked, his intersect perking exponentially.

"Yes."

"We thought that he was taken by HYDRA," Steve breathed.

"Well we've been under the radar," I said, though even I wasn't sure if we were or not. I was still reeling that I was in Avengers tower.

"How is he?"

"He's fine, well as fine as he can get." I shrugged. Steve eyed me suspiciously.

"He doesn't know your here, does he?" the question sounded more like a statement than intended.

I nodded my head as if I were a child caught misbehaving.

"He doesn't trust you, or anyone for that matter. He thought that you called the attack on my apartment," I explained, pursing my lips.

"I can see where he made the assumption."

"I tried to convince him."

"He's stubborn as a bull."

"I noticed."

Steve laughed at my comment, easing my nerves momentarily.

"I should probably be getting back, I don't want him to realize I've been gone too long."

"Right, well if you need anything use this," he handed me a business card, on that advertised a massage spa. "It's voice activated so if you need help, just say Jarvis."

"So this isn't to promote you massage business," I raised an eyebrow.

"It was Stark's idea." he dropped his head in embarrassment.

"I'll take your word for it." I said dryly.

"Well it as nice seeing you," Steve escorted me to the elevator.

"You as well, Steve. Oh, and take care of Nat will you?"

"Promise."

I watched as the elevator doors close in front of me and I was soon back at the ground floor of the building.

"Do be careful on your way home Ms. Coulson." Jarvis said as I approached the doors.

"I will Jarvis," I assured the auto-butler as I exited the large llama (building).

I chastely walked back to the lot where the SUV was parked, I drove back to toward the safe house, making sure to stop for groceries on my way back. I bought a lot of snacks with my remaining money, and to try and make it look like I was there the entire time. With that done I drove back to the safe house with little delay.

I parked the SUV in the barn and attempted to load my arms up with the grocery bags. As I did I heard the screen door to the safe house open.

"Where've you been?" I heard Bucky ask casually.

"Grocery store, wanna help me?" I gesture to the trunk full of bags.

"What did you buy the whole store?" He stared at the large amount.

"I assume we can stock up, and I wanted snack for any more unplanned road trips."

"Good plan."

I placed the bags on the counter and instantly began unpacking them. Placing the items in either the pantry or the fridge. I bought a tennis ball for Aussie to play with, immediately throwing it to his joy.

Whilst placing the last item in the top cupboard, I felt a pair of arms wrap around the width of my waist. At the same time I felt a pair of lips and stubble suckle the exposed skin of my neck.

"I missed you," Becky said, resting his nose upon my skin.

"Was I gone that long?"

"It felt like it."

"I couldn't bring myself to wake you, you were too cute."

"Cute?"

"Am I killing your ego?"

"Я убийца; Я не трахал милый."

"I may not know Russian, but I'm pretty sure there was some language".

He smiled at my comment, pulling me closer to his body.

"Thanks for the note."

"I didn't want you to worry." I said to him.

"Well next time tell me, please," his placed his mouth upon my shoulder.

"I will." I smiled, laying my hand atop his.

"I can't find Milo," Bucky said abruptly.

"He hasn't been with me if that's what your asking," I said, masking my nerves with sarcasm.

"I'm aware," he drawled.

"So what's on the to do list?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Telling me the truth for one." His arms withdrew from my waist.

"Come again?" I turned around to look at him, praying that my acting would fool him.

"You're hiding something?" He stated.

"Yes, I was hiding you from HYDRA, but now I'm hiding you, myself, and two animals; it's much trickier."

"Don't toy with me Sam."

"I'm not-"

"HYDRA kept things from me for seventy years, Sam, I don't want you to do the same."

'God, heart; how I hate you,' I internally groaned.

"Okay fine, I went to see a friend."

"Who."

"Nat. I took Milo and gave him back to her."

"And you did this because?"

"I felt I needed to. I knew she was somewhere safe."

"Where was that exactly?"

"Stark tower." I gnawed the inside of my mouth. I watched as Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"I can explain, Bucky-"

"Please do." He scoffed.

"I thought that we may need help at some point. I know very well that you won't be there all the time to save me, I also know I won't become an assassin anytime soon."

"But how do you know they won't betray us, we can't-"

"What? Trust anyone? Bucky if we keep doing this we will die. I, for one want to live. So we are going to have to take that chance. Don't forget that there are more people out there like me, who are selfless and are willing to help. I know there are a group of them that were the tower I just visited today."

His gaze softened as I spoke, allowing himself to calm for a moment.

"Sam I don't want to lose you," he confessed.

I stood there for a moment, flabbergasted by his statement.

'Of course he says this after we had sex,' I said internally.

I walked up to the assassin before me, looking up at his downcast face (because i'm short unfortunately).

"Trust me okay, I know what I'm doing." I said to him, stroking my thumb across his cheek. He took hold of my hand with his metallic one, leaning into my touch.

"Okay," he caved in. I smiled at him. I wrapped my arms around the man, resting my head upon his chest. I felt his arms wrap around my body, and his lips pecking the top of my head.

"Next time tell me, please."

"I promise."

"And I'm not cute."

"No your adorable."

"Черт побери."


SO I hope you guys like this, I will be posting sometime soon. I hope anyway.

Again sorry I posted this at 1:00 AM

Love you all,

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