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Evelyn stared.

She knew she probably looked like a moron, but she couldn't help it.

Lights flickered and electronics whirled, but she had yet to tear her eyes away from the alien looking … tube before her. Burying her fingers into the soft fur of Fenrir's ruff she swallowed harshly.

It looked like a casket. A bit an otherworldly, sciencey casket, but a casket all the same. One you put dead people in. To be buried.

And they were going to stick Steve into it.

At the morbid image that last thought produced Evelyn managed to jerk her gaze away to land on Howard who was fiddling with the very high-tech looking board to her right. There were only a few other scientists around, along with Dr. Erkshine, while Colonial Philips stood to the side in his usual charming manner. The rest of the military personnel and reporters were milling about the observation room which hovered above the human science experiment room.

The air was heavy with expectation as everyone waited for Agent Carter and Steve to arrive.

Making her way to Howard, Evelyn continued to stare at him as he fiddled for a few moments before interrupting … whatever it was he had been doing. "Can you run by me again what's going to happen here?" Pausing what he was doing Howard didn't quite sigh, but from the movement of his shoulders it was a near thing.

Pointing to the space casket he said in clipped sentences which betrayed his annoyance at her hovering. "Steve goes in there. We close the hatch. I flip the switch. Serum goes into Steve. We dim the lights of half of Brooklyn." Howard probably wasn't aware of it, but from the time spent with him Evelyn had been quick to pick it up, but the more anxious he became the shorter his sentences were. Therefore, seeing as this was his shortest explanation yet, it did absolutely nothing to ease her nerves.

Taking in a deep breath Evelyn held it before letting it out in a shaky sigh. "Right. Right. Got it." Her right foot began to tap the ground rapidly in a display of nerves. "When are they supposed to get here again?" Her voice squeaked on the last word.

Deciding it was probably better for his strung out nerves if he ignored her worrying, Howard had turned his attention back to his blinking board, so it was Erkshine who answered her. "Vey should be here in ten minutes."

Fighting to keep the scowl from her face Evelyn gave him a short nod in thanks. Erkshine wasn't exactly high on her favorite people list.

Before she knew it, Steve was making his way down the stairs.

Fighting the urge to race up to him and drag him back the way they came was sooooo very tempting that it took her a few moments before she could trust herself to move. Seemingly completely oblivious to her internal struggle, Steve smiled at her in surprise and made his way quickly over.

"Evelyn! What are you doing here?" he asked, wrapping his hands around her waist and giving her a quick peck. Evelyn hoped he couldn't feel her trembling. Giving him a weak smile in return as she tangled her fingers at the nap of his neck she gave a small shrug. "I'm Howard's assistant remember." Pulling him in closer Evelyn buried her face against the curve of his neck, brushing her lips against it before tilting her head to his ear to whisper, "I don't like this Steve. Something is going to go wrong."

Steve tightened his grip around her waist, but didn't say anything.

Evelyn tried to ignore the stone that suddenly settled in her stomach.

A throat being cleared had them slowly breaking apart, and Evelyn turned to the noise. Erkshine and Carter stood to the side, the Dr's expression neutral but Evelyn caught the slight hint of surprise on the agent's.

"Ve should be getting started."

Letting go the rest of the way, Evelyn nodded. Blinking rapidly she kissed Steve fiercely saying, "I'll be waiting right here. If anything goes wrong there will be hell to pay."

Going to stand over by Howard she absentmindedly grabbed the goggles he handed to her, placing them on her head before leaning down to tie a bi of cloth around Fenrir's eyes.

God they hadn't even started and she already hated it.

The soft rustling sound of cloth drew her attention back to Steve who was slowly stripping away his tie and shirt. Handing them off he turned, and Evelyn could see him stare unnerved at the metallic tube, before he walked up and settled himself into it.

She swallowed, digging her fingers into Fenrir. Well; that was one image she was never going to forget.

Everything then unfortunately slowed down.

It seemed to her to be forever for those two panels to slide shut over Steve, and the hiss they made while fusing together she would find would come to haunt her memories for longer than she thought possible.

But the one sound which eclipsed all others that day would be the sound of Steve's screams.

Evelyn felt her body go numb as she stared unblinkingly at the casket. The sounds and motions of the others came to her as if through a fog, or a dream. Everyone moving slow and fast at the same time, people yelling at one another with anxiously raised voices, but the meaning muffled against the thudding of her heart in her ears.

The only thing which remained clear was Steve's screams. And his determination to keep going. It was the closest to hating him Evelyn had ever gotten.

And then - it was over.

The pod slowly moved upright and the hinges opened. For a brief moment steam obscured the person within and Evelyn felt her heart stop.

Then it cleared.

And Evelyn stared at a stranger where her Steve used to be.

As he came stumbling out of the casket with two scientists attempting to hold him up (They looked like they were going to pass out from the attempt) Evelyn felt herself stumbling over to him as well.

Standing before him she hesitantly reached out a hand before drawing it back. "A-are," Evelyn swallowed against the dry rasp of her throat, "Are you okay?"

Panting Steve looked her in the eye, and Evelyn felt some of her anxiety melt. She let out a shaky breath. It was still Steve. Still Steve. His eyes hadn't changed.

With a wry smile Steve straitened out, staring out above everyone else in the room and said, "I feel taller."

Evelyn let out a watery laugh at that. He was still Steve.

And then - everything sped up.

There was an explosion and screams and gunshots and panic. And when the dust settled Evelyn was left with chaos, a dead Erskine and no Steve.

And the rush of emotions that had driven her body all day forced her to her knees and had her wrapping her arms for stability around Fenrir.

What was going on?

All in all Evelyn was later told the whole thing - from Steve stepping into the casket to him coming back with news about Hydra - How can they be here? - took only 40 minutes.

It seemed like a lifetime to her.

She vaguely remember being led into a car, then into a building, but it wasn't until she stood alone with Steve in a nondescript room that her senses came back to her.

With a gasp she ran shaking fingers through her hair as she attempted to figure out everything that had happened. Steve stared at her silently from his seat upon the bed.

Flicking her gaze to him Evelyn skittered from the stranger's body before her to settle in one of the corners of the room. After a few moments of her harsh breathing Steve broke his silence. "Are you okay Evelyn?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. I - I just need to take everything in, that's all." Forcing herself to look back at Steve she hesitated on her spot in the middle of the room before letting go a sigh and slowly making her way to his side.

Sitting down next to him, she found she had to glance up to stare him in the face and jolted slightly when one of his arms came around to pull her close. Her head barely came up to his shoulder.

With wide eyes she stared resolute at the far wall, listening to the strong heart beat beneath her and the steady rise and fall of Steve's even breathing. Quickly she turned her head to stare at him in the face. Desperate she focused on the one thing of his that hadn't changed. After a moment she relaxed against his side as she continued to stare. Without that, it had felt like too much of being in a stranger's arms.

Steve. It's still Steve.

"Are you okay?"

Nodding against him Evelyn reached up to gently tilt his head. Locking her gaze with those blue eyes she so loved, she licked her lips before asking, "And you? Are you okay?"

Steve stared at her solemnly for a long moment, and then nodded his head, letting out a sigh of his own before leaning to rest his forehead against her own. Silently they stared at one another, gently breathing in the other as the weight of the day settled around them.

Automatically her hand had reached up to curl her fingers at the nape of his neck and she played with the short strands of hair there when a thought occurred to her. "Where's Fenrir?"

"Howard took him. You'll see him tomorrow."

"Ah."

And silence once again filled the space between them.

It could have been minutes or hours before Evelyn leaned back to stare at Steve speculatively. He was wearing a shirt that was much too tight on him, with the same slacks which had miraculously escaped tearing from his transformation from a twig into a bull. Hesitantly she paced a hand upon his chest, feeling the weight of his gaze upon her as she stared at her suddenly small and delicate hand. Where once the action would have made her hand seem laughingly large, now it was frighteningly small.

Evelyn felt her breath hitch at the sight.

Stranger.

Slowly pulling her hand away she glanced back up (God, she had to glance up!) at Steve and found a small frown pulling the corners of his mouth. Almost without thought she reached up to press a kiss against its edge in order to wipe it away.

There was something wrong with a frowning Steve. Always had been.

She watched as his lips curled up at the action and smiled up at him in relief. He still had the same smile.

Pushing herself off the bed she turned to stand in front of Steve, resting her forearms on his shoulders and trying to ignore the feel of too large hands resting upon her waist in return. "I'm glad you're okay. God Steve! I was so worried. When you started screaming I - " She broke off, turning her head to the side as she took in shuddering breaths in order to calm down. Blinking rapidly to stave off the on coming flood of tears, they burst from her when Steve gathered her up to fold against his lap and chest. Gripping the too tight material of his shirt she embarrassingly soaked the front of it in tears as Steve rubbed soothing circles against her back.

She wasn't too sure how long she cried, but once she was all wrung out, Evelyn reached up to give him a slow kiss in thanks. Pulling away and resting her face in the curve of his shoulder she idly ran her fingers up and down the other side of his neck. An idea was coming to her.

Moving to stand before him once again Evelyn coughed to clear away the last of her tears, and dredging up her no nonsense attitude which had all but fled in the emotional aftermath of this day said, "I wish to do something."

Steve arched a brow at her and the soft smile he only reserved for her slowly appeared at her statement. "Oh?"

"Yes," Evelyn nodded. Gesturing to the whole of him she stated, "This is new. For the both of us. I mean - " and she faltered a bit as the words to describe this change failed her, "We both need to get used to this. Does everything feel okay? Nothing strange going on?"

Reaching out to her, Steve placed his hands upon her hips as he thought for a moment on her questions. Glancing at her sheepishly he said, "To be honest, I've never felt so good. When I was running after that Hydra agent," his face darkened in remembrance, "I felt like I could have keep going forever. I wasn't even winded." He stared at her in awe, "It is amazing."

Evelyn snorted. "It's something all right."

Biting her lip she stared up at him through her lashes. "Steve, the thing I wanted to do earlier," she paused and Steve nodded his head indicating for her to continue, "I want to go over you."

"Over me?" he echoed.

"How?"

Almost too embarrassed to say it Evelyn buried herself against his chest whispering, "All of you. Without clothes."

She could feel him jerk slightly at her request, and knew her face was turning into the attractive shades of a tomato. Fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt she waited for his answer.

Rising and falling slightly as he took in and released a deep breath, Evelyn held her own.

Steve placed a soft hand against her back and she felt him nod in agreement. Slowly leaning back to stare him in the face she asked, "You sure?"

He just leaned forward to place a light kiss on her lips in answer. Sighing shakily against him she slide from her place upon him and watched as he slowly grasped the edges of his shirt. After a moment of hesitation on his part he swiftly drew the garment off and chucked it to the side.

Evelyn remained standing before him, remaining fixed upon his blue eyes, barely breathing as he stood to unbuckle the straining belt wrapped around his waist.

His pants and undergarments followed swiftly after.

She heard the fabric being tossed as well, but remained staring at his face. The knowledge he was bare before her bringing back her blush with a fierce vengence. She watched as a matching blush stained his own cheeks.

"Are you sure Steve? I - I can find another way to become familiar with your new body if you're unsure." Steve cut her off with a raised hand and his smile came back at her stuttering, softening his beautiful blue eyes. "I'm sure Evelyn. I love you." He whispered. Evelyn smiled slowly back at him in return. "I love you too."

Everything was hushed, like they were the only two people in the world, and their world was just the for bare walls of this room.

Continuing to stare at her Steve sat down once again upon the bed, reaching behind him to pull the now long length of him to lay flat against it. At the broken connection Evelyn closed her eyes before opening them and making her way to the bed as well.

Careful to avoid looking at his body, she also drew the length of herself upon the bed, curling her left hand around his neck and drawing him in for a deep kiss.

He still kissed the same. He still kissed like her Steve.

Gently pushing him until he laid once again flat upon the bed, and before she lost her nerve, Evelyn sung a leg over his torso to straddle him. Reaching out, she started with his face.

Gently running her fingers over his brow, she followed the strong arch of his now straight nose, brushing her thumb over the fullness of his bottom lip which parted at her touch as Steve let out a soft puff. Moving her hands she rubbed her thumbs over the curves of his cheek bones before cradling his head between her hands and leaning down to give him another deep kiss. "I still see you," she whispered. Steve only pressed back up to capture her lips again.

As they moved slowly against each other Evelyn breathed him in. He still smelled and tasted like her Steve.

This transition was probably going to be easier than she thought. All the important things about Steve were remaining the same.

Pulling back from his lips, she dragged her own over the masculine defined cut of his jaw, following even lower and kissing his adam's apple as it bobbed gently against her lips. Running her hands down his neck to settle them upon the wide length of his shoulders she slowly continued her way down.

Lightly skimming her fingers down his left arm, she allowed her fingers to follow ever new ridge as she made her way to his hand. Grasping said appendage between her own she mapped every divot. God, they were so big now. Her own hand barely reached the first knuckles of his fingers.

Snapping her gaze back to Steve's she felt herself calming. Steve. It was still Steve. She was touching Steve; not a stranger.

She made the same inspection of his right arm.

Sliding down the slope of his torso she ran her lips over the new muscles of his chest. Brushing her hand over his left nipple she ignored his jerk as she frowned on the space of skin her lips were resting upon on his right. Sitting up, she ran her fingers over the patch, but no matter how many times she did so, the skin beneath her remained smooth.

"Even your scars are gone."

Evelyn felt something close to panic unfurl in her stomach. Where was his scar?

Before she could get too worked up Steve grasped her hands between his forcing her to look back on him. "It's okay Evelyn. It's okay." Shaking her head she didn't fight when Steve pulled her down to cradle her close. "Your scar is gone," she whispered.

Steve pressed a short kiss against her temple.

"Erkshine told me it may happen. The serum fixed and rejuvenated everything."

Pulling back from him Evelyn glared. "Fixed? I happened to like your scars and the stories you told me about them." Sitting back into her previous position she ran her fingers over the spot again. "It's like it never happened now."

Ignoring his gaze she continued her observation.

Moving once again down his torso she ignored the hot, hard poke against her lower back. Normally she would have been overcome with embarrassment, but this was too important to revert into a blushing school girl over her horniness. She heard Steve's breath hitch at the contact.

God, she never knew a human could have so many muscles. It seemed like even his muscles had muscles. It was almost too strange.

Glancing up at him again she found herself smiling at the scrunched face Steve was making. A little of her old teasing self came to the forefront as she dragged herself down further, her own breath hitching in her chest as Steve automatically thrust up against her. The motion shot molten lava straight to her core.

Removing her leg she settled herself between his and focused her attention to his left leg. Like with his arms she followed every new curve and muscle, following the gently slope of his arch before repeating the same process on his right leg.

For the moment she could ignore the straining part of him as she frowned over all his missing scars. Evelyn found herself more upset over that than his new muscular. It would have been easier if he had retained the same markings his old body had. Now it was just a stranger's body with her Steve's face upon it.

Her lust from earlier flagged at the realization.

With her detachment she found it easier to glance upon the last of him.

Well for the first few moments that was.

Running her hands up and over his thighs she drew herself closer.

It stood tall and proud from its nest of wiry light blond hairs, arching gently towards Steve's stomach with a slight bend. His balls hung heavily between his thighs as they rested upon the curve of his ass.

Feeling her earlier lust come back in full force she reached out and lightly dragged her nails around the base of him, his wiry hairs catching against them as she felt the power of his sex.

The moan that left Steve had her breasts aching, and wanting to hear more, she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft as her other reached up to study the dark purple head.

There was a clear liquid beading up from the small slit and Evelyn brushed against it to collect the tear upon her forefinger. Steve's hips jerked and his shaft twitched against her hand at the motion and she tore her gaze away to glance into his eyes.

Steve looked back at her with a hooded stare, his mouth open slightly as he sucked in air; his chest heaving. Without tearing her gaze away Evelyn popped the finger with her prize upon it in her mouth, closing her eyes to explore the taste better.

A new sound left Steve and before she knew what was happening she was on her back with Steve hovering above her and her lips captured against his in a bruising kiss. He settled the weight of himself fully against her and Evelyn felt her toes curl as the hard length of him throbbed against her belly.

Pulling away from her Steve buried his head into her throat, the both of them panting loudly in the silence.

"Evelyn," Steve groaned, thrusting against her helplessly for a moment causing her own breathless moan to pass her lips. Forcefully kissing her again, Steve asked, "I n-need - I need to touch you Evelyn. Please?"

To wound up to say anything she nodded. And yelped when he tore her shirt and bindings away like they were paper. She immediately forgot about that though when Steve's lips clasped around one pebbled nipple. Running her hands through his hair, she felt herself tightening.

As Steve continued to worship her chest he started up a frantic rhythm against her pant covered sex and lower stomach. The friction had her shrieking, biting into his shoulder to muffle the sound as he moved faster and faster. Her stomach tightening further with each clumsy, but powerful thrust.

He moved slightly and that was all that was needed as the band within her broke, and crying Steve's name she clutched to him frantically as nothing she had ever felt before washed over her and threatened to drown her.

Vaguely she heard Steve shout above her as well and a warm liquid splash against her belly before Steve fell against her. Still shuddering Evelyn dragged him up by his hair and frantically kissed him. "Steve! Steve. I love you - I love you. You're still Steve. Still him. I love you." She knew she was babbling as Steve whispered the same declarations against her lips.

It was a while before the both of them settled.

Running her fingers through his hair she found herself unable to help but press her lips against his temple every few seconds.

Soon the rhythm and his weight dragged her off as she listened to the soft pants against her throat, breathing in the scent of him.

Her last thought before sleep claimed her was: He's still Steve. Still Steve.