A car finally pulls up in front of the complex and she opens the door. She kindly tells him thank you, pays him and shuts the door. She continues to walk up the sidewalk to the front entrance. She punches in her code and the door opens. She stops at the mailbox for her mail and walks up to the elevator. As she is waiting, a strong metal hand grabs her shoulder and she turns with a jerk and grabs for the mysterious hand, but it was metal and strong. She comes face to face with the Winter Soldier. He had grabbed her hand, but didn't realize he was almost crushing her left hand. She mewls in pain, he lets go and looked at her with utter horror. She held her hand and cursed under her breath.
At that moment, she heard his thoughts, thinking he had crippled her and that he was sorry and it was all running together in his head. She looks at him; he is staring down at the floor. She runs her right hand up his cheek and says gently, "It's okay, I'm fine. Look." She moved her fingers a little, just to show him she would be okay. He looked at her with the saddest, bluest, puppy dog eyes and whispers, "I'm sorry." She smiled and grabbed his hand and led him inside the elevator. They rode up to the top floor and he followed her out. She reassured him, she was fine and that a little ice would help it. He didn't seem convinced. She went to the fridge and got some ice and put it in a bag and held it on her left hand. The Soldier sat on her couch and watched her.
"I will be fine. Don't worry." She proceeded to slip off her shoes and sat by him on the couch and turned to him, "Why don't you take off all that gear? You've got to be uncomfortable. You brought clothes, right?" He nods. "There is a bedroom in there, use that to change. I'll be here okay?" He complies and grabs his bag and walks into the bedroom and she stayed on the couch and turned on the TV to watch the news. He returns a few minutes later in a tank top and sweatpants than hung just right and he sits back down by her.
She put her arms around him in a hug and whispered, "I'm so glad you're here with me." He reassures her," Til the end of the line." She pricks up, "What did you say?" She asks.
"I'm not going anywhere. You are my mission." He replies.
Aurora shrugged. She knew she had heard him say, "til the end of the line" even if he didn't. She smiled and nodded. The Soldier just watched her as she walked toward her bedroom to start to change her clothes. She could sense him watching her and she decided to give him a show. She started unzipping her dress as she was walking away and it started to slip down. She could hear his thoughts racing and that she had him right where she wanted him. He was beautiful and deadly. That must be why she found him so attractive. She had a thing for the bad-boy type anyway.
"Excuse me, could you come here for a minute?" she asks. The Winter Soldier walks into her room and she sees he has an extremely fit body, with those glorious pecs and the love lines on his lower abs. "I can't get the last part of my zipper down, can you help me?" she teases. He zips it down and he sees the dress fall at her feet. She purposely bends down to pick it up, making sure her ass brushes his crotch, just enough to get a rise out of him. She looks over her shoulder at him and says "Thank you." And proceeds to saunter off toward the shower and he can't help but watch as her hips sway side to side and that her long strawberry blonde hair cascades down her back. She closes the door behind her and the soldier goes to the couch and waits without saying one word, and stares at the TV.
A little while longer, she comes back in her negligee and robe with two bottles of water and hands him one and sits by him, making him extremely uncomfortable. She figured she'd try to make small talk. At the same time, he knew he felt something for her, but he wasn't sure what just yet. He was so frustrated because he couldn't think of anything to say. She asks him, "So what is your real name?"
He stammers, "I can't tell you." She glares right at him as she stands up furious, "Why the hell not? Let me guess it's classified." While making air quotes with her fingers
"Listen bub, I'm only going to say this once, if you can't trust me by at least telling me a little about yourself, including your name; this situation isn't going to work. You might as well leave. I have a lot of trust issues with people from past experiences and let me tell you, you are not doing yourself any favors. If I need to, I can find out something about you. Trust me."
She turns on her heels and heads to her bedroom. "Goodnight….Winter Soldier…or whoever the fuck you are." She slams the door and then hears a knock a minute later; she opens it up and finds him there.
He stares at her, wide eyed, "Where do I sleep? I've never had my own bed before." She sighs and says hold on; she grabs a pillow and blanket and hands it to him. She tells him "Sofa city sweetheart." as she points to the couch and starts to shut the door. She thinks there is something odd about him. Last time she had this feeling and ignored it, it got her in hot water with SHIELD. She'd be best not to fall again like a fool the second time.
