The ride to Stark Tower was almost as uncomfortable as the ride up to their apartment/floor. Mckayla was nervous and anxious and she felt, again, as though she may pass out being squished between two super soldiers.

Not only were they bigger than her in muscle mass, but they were taller, almost dwarfing her 5'2" frame. She felt like an ant compared to them, and she wouldn't say that she was claustrophobic, but she felt closed in.

"One more floor." Mckayla didn't need to be reminded of how many floors they had climbed or how many milliseconds she had until she was in their home. She didn't need that.

"Are you okay?" The cool touch of a metal hand to hers, sent a jolt of electricity up her arm. She jumped and turned slightly, only to bump into the solid frame of Steve.

Every direction she turned, and every which way she looked, she was surrounded by muscled super soldiers. Who also happened to be her soulmates.

"Yeah I'm fine." She felt hot and dizzy. She felt like the walls were closing around her and she had no escape. She was stuck in an elevator that would normally have room, but the room was being taken up by Steve and Bucky's muscles.

"I'm just...I can't believe someone broke into my apartment. I mean it's one thing to break into my apartment but it's another to trash it. No. Not even trash it. They destroyed it. They ripped my door off! They slashed my couch cushions and they destroyed my dresser!" Mckayla ran her hands through her hair and took 3 deep breaths.

"We'll file a police report and they'll look into the break in. Don't worry Mckayla. They'll find whoever did this." Just as Steve's voice reached her ears, the doors opened wide and welcomed them to their floor.

Mckayla took steps off the elevator cautiously. She was so amazed by the sheer size of the apartment, that she wasn't sure if she'd run into anything.

"This is our home." The first thing that greeted her was a large set of windows in the living room showing the beautiful city skyline. Mckayl gawked and walked to the windows and placed her hands on the cool glass.

"This view...I've never seen New York like this. I've never had the chance to but...wow." She was so amazed by what she could see and just how far the city really went on.

"It stretches for miles..." Her eyes tore away from the city skyline and focused on Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing something in the kitchen, his back towards her giving a perfect view of his strong and flexing muscles. Bucky on the other hand, was watching her with extreme interest. His eyes followed even her most subtle movements, as if he was afraid she would disappear in front of his eyes.

"So...uhh...thanks? For letting me stay here. I really had no other options. And uh...yeah." She felt awakward under the gaze of the stunning male that was watching her.

Bucky and Steve were so attractive, so charming that her interactions with them felt like a dream. Even with her birthdate on their wrists and theirs on hers, she felt like she was unworthy.

"Of course doll. Couldn't let a beautiful woman like you stay anywhere else." When Bucky smiled at her, and paired that smile with a wink, she felt her whole body come alive.

"Oh well...I could've found another place. I don't want to impose." All her life she had been ridiculed about her soulmates. All her life she had been told that they would be old, dying men. But they weren't.

They were the opposite of dying and ailing. They were super soldiers and stronger than she could have ever known or imagined.

And this made her really wanna boast about her soulmates to every person who said she was screwed. She wanted to throw it in their faces.

"Mckayla? You can stay in either Steve's room or my own. It doesn't matter to us. Although Steve's may be a little cleaner." Mckayla nodded and follows Steve's large frame from the living room to a small hallway.

"This is the bathroom. We don't have anything for...well...but we can get some.." Mckayla let out a soft giggle as Steve's face turned red. He scratched the back of his head and looked at her cautiously and nervously.

"Already happened so I'm good for the rest of the month. Thanks though." She shot him a grin and placed her hand on his large bicep.

"I'll take you up on that offer some other time though." Mckayla stepped closer to Steve and angled her body towards his. She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes searching his face first and then met his intense gaze.

"You're beautiful, doll." His hands moved from his sides to her hips where they rest, lightly. She hummed in appreciation and licked her lips nervously.

"Thank you, Steve." She felt heat spreading through her body at even his most gentle touch. And then, as soon as his hands where on her, they were gone and he had stepped back.

"I should show you my room." Mckayla shook her head lightly, getting whatever spell had been cast on her, off. She felt the thickness in the air dissipate until it felt normal again.

"Right. Following." She turned on her heel and followed Steve down to the end of the short hall and stood back as he opened the door and stepped aside.

"My room is your room." Mckayla stepped inside and looked around the large room, noting the California king bed against the wall.

"It has a nice view." She felt the hair on the back of her arms stand as Steve brushed against her to pass her. Everything that man did seemed to affect her.

"The view is beautiful." She walked towards the window and placed her hand against the glass. She peered down at the city below, feeling a little amazed.

"Everything is so tiny from up here. The cars, the people, some of the buildings. They all seems like specks on the road." She could feel his hands brushing against her back, sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you hungry? Bucky and I aren't much for cooking but we can order in?" Mckayla turned from the window and directed her eyes into Steve. She nodded and licked her lips, feeling very ravished after the ordeal with her apartment.

"I am actually." Out of the room, and back into the hallway, she followed Steve until the living room. There, she stood slightly uncomfortable as Steve grabbed a phone book and a cell phone.

"Sit. Watch tv. Or just sit and read. Lots of space." Mckayla glanced at the couch and made her way over before she sat down on the edge.

As if she was testing the couch and the cushions, she slowly inched back until she was flush against the black leather surface.

"Comfy." She hummed and lifted her legs to stretch along the leather sectional, feeling more and more relaxed by the second.

Being here with her soulmates wasn't as awkward and uncomfortable as she thought. She wasn't feeling as anxious or nervous as she thought. It was a welcomed feeling.

"I ordered food." Mckayla tuned out the sounds behind her and focused on the pictures that were hanging on the wall.

The first picture she looked at was of Steve and Bucky as younger versions of themselves. Steve was small and slight standing next to Bucky, but that didn't stop him from smiling. Bucky had his arm around his shoulders and a goofy grin on his face.

She moved to the next one and frowned. It was of Steve, in the war obviously, with Bucky by his side, battered and bruised. They both had small smiles on their faces but weariness in their eyes.

Steve had a dirty and damaged helmet on his head and an arm wrapped around the shoulders of a smaller-than-himself, Bucky.

"That was taken back in the war. I was taken as a POW and Steve rescued us all. Got back to the base camp and took this picture as a celebration of us surviving Hydra. At the time." The couch dipped beside her.

"That must've been hell." She tore her eyes away from the black and white photograph and turned her eyes towards the man sitting next to her. Bucky.

"It was hell." The couch on the other side dipped and she felt a brush of a cotton shirt against her arm. She could smell both Steve and Bucky's cologne, although it wasn't overpowering.

"What got you through it?" She seemed to be at a loss for what to say and it was hard to think.

"What got us through? Each other. We had our best friends there by our side. Steve and me." Her eyes searched Bucky's. She knew he had multiple skeletons in his closet, everyone did, but his were more...detrimental.

"You." She inhaled sharply and sat rigid as Bucky's metal hand came to rest on her cheek. The cool metal brushed against her left cheek, a lot softer than she anticipated.

"You...you helped us and you weren't even born yet." She felt her eyes fluttering closed as the space between Bucky and her and Steve got smaller. A second pair of hands found the few inches above her hips and squeezed lightly.

"You did sweetheart."

Meh. That's how I feel about this chapter. Took a long time to write. Hope you like it anyway.

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