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Steve's POV

I woke up from a deep sleep at around ten o'clock. Huh. I've never slept in that late. I rolled out of bed, pulling on a shirt but leaving my sweatpants on, and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and ruffled my hair a bit before checking on Bucky. He wasn't there, so I assumed he was in the kitchen. I head towards the elevator, and made my way to the kitchen.

"Well sleeping beauty awakens!" Tony, of course, said as I walked through the open kitchen. I grunted, and went and sat down at the table. I was actually tired when I woke up.

"Steve man you okay?" Bucky asked, nudging my shoulder. I sat up and nodded.

"Just a little tired. I'll wake up." Bucky looked at me funny, but let it go. That's when a huge plate of bacon, eggs, and french toast were put in front of me. I connected the arm to the face, and saw Mae's smiling expression.

"Morning Cap. Izzy and I made breakfast!" Singing the breakfast part, Tony started doing some odd dance and Clint bopped his head. Tasha rolled her eyes and I just snorted.

"Thank you Mae. Sorry I woke up so late." She shrugged.

"You got kidnapped Steve I think it's okay for you to be sleeping in for a few days. Take a break, relax, and eat!" She smiled again, before walking off to get everyone else their servings. Bucky and I waited for everyone to get theirs before we started eating; just a force of habit. I picked up a piece of bacon and crunched on it, savoring the taste. It was crunchy, but not a burnt, hard crunchy, and there was just enough grease. I scooped up some eggs and took a bite, the eggs just as delicious, and not too watery. The french toast. I nabbed a piece, taking a big bite, and moaned. Heads snapped towards me, and I totally understood how Mae felt when she did that with my pancakes.

"Well well well. Looks like you both make each other moan." Tony said, smirking. Pepper swatted him and I shot him a glare. Mae just looked back down at her place, red, but I could see her trying not to smile. I smiled softly at her, before going back to my own plate.

"Don't be jealous Tony because they can do things you can't" Someone said. I snapped my head up, and almost choked on my food. You go Pepper. Tony was looking at her shocked, but a smirk pulled on his face again. Of course he would be proud of the remark. It would only fuel him more. Not stop him. I sighed. Good try Pep. We all went back to eating, this time in silence, before Tony broke it again.

"You know, if each others food does that to you, imagine how you guys would be in bed." Mae choked on her french toast, and Bruce started patting her on the back, while I sat there open mouthed, a with a red face. Does he ever stop?

"TONY!" Pepper yelled. She grabbed his collar and yanked him out of his chair, making him topple a bit, before trotting along beside her trying to squirm out of her grip. She grunted and grabbed his ear, dragging him out of the kitchen. Everyone but Mae and I were all laughing, while Mae and I avoided eye contact.

"I don't get it." Izzy stated, an annoyed expression on her face because everyone was laughing without her. Everyone sobered up quickly, not sure how to handle it. Jace snorted, putting his head in his arms, his body shaking. Mae rolled her eyes at him, but bit her lip thinking hard.

"Young one, don't be upset! I didn't understand it either." Thor announced, ruffling her hair. Honestly, I think he was lying, because Bucky and I didn't have that expression back in our time and we still put two and two together. His answer seemed to quell her, and she went back to eating. Jace looked up, and held out a fist to Thor. Thor looked in confusion at it for a moment, before recognition flashed across his face. He smiled, and fist bumped Jace before turning back to his meal. I saw Jace discreetly rub his knuckles. I got up from my seat, finished with my meal. Bruce looked at me in confusion.

"Steve, you didn't finish?" I looked down, and realized I still had a quarter of my food on the plate.

"Yeah, actually I'm full." That's been the case recently. I turned towards Mae. "This was delicious, can I put it in the fridge for left overs?" She nodded.

"It probably won't be as good but go for it." I smiled, and wrapped my plate in saran wrap, placing it in the fridge. I walked out of the kitchen, saying goodbye, before heading towards the gym. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and spun around.

"Bucky! You startled me." I said.

"I just thought I would come with you to the gym. That's were you're headed right?" I nodded, and we continued walking. "So. Do you like Mae?" He said, bluntly. My step faltered, but I carried on.

"I think she is a wonderful gal, but she isn't ready for relationships. She went through some pretty rough times." I said. Bucky thought for a moment.

"What happened?" I bit my lip, wondering if this was my story to tell.

"I would ask Jace. I don't think it's my place to tell. But I think if you talked to Jace about it he would tell you. He should tell you, because if you were home alone with her and she had an episode, you would need to know what to do." Bucky obviously had questions, but nodded in understanding. We grabbed punching bags, and wrapping our hands, before getting lost in our memories.

"I'm gonna stop." I said, after an hour. I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. Bucky slowed down, and looked at me.

"Are you okay? First you're tired, then you're full, and now this?" I looked at him and shrugged. I put away the punching bag and unwrapped my hands.

"Yeah I feel fine, maybe it's just an off day." Bucky agreed, and told me he was gonna box for a little while longer. We said goodbye and I headed to my room to shower.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my towel around my waist and was heading out the door when I stopped. I looked at myself in the full length mirror, wiping the foggy mirror. Odd. My muscles didn't seem as defined as they usually do. They were still there, but the lines were fading. I shook it off and went back to my room, changing into what Tasha called 'dark wash jeans'. Honestly they were just jeans to me, but I guess it mattered to her. I threw on a plain white t- shirt and headed down stairs to the living room.

"Hey Steve!" Mae said waving me over to the couch. "Come watch tv with me. Let's be lazy today." I chuckled and sat down next to her. Watching her change all the channels to something interesting. As she did so, Tony strolled in with Izzy on his shoulder, and Clint behind them tickling Izzy's side. She giggled, squirming around and pulling on Tony's hair. He winced.

"Knock it off Katniss." He said walking a little faster. Clint quickly grabbed Izzy, scooping her into his arms and tripped Tony. He fell on his face, grunting as he made impact. We all laughed, and I joined in, feeling only a little guilty about it.

"I'll get you back for that one Barton. You watch." Tony said in a monotone voice, as he got up. They started bantering back and forth, and as Maeve and I stopped laughing, something felt wrong. I stopped completely, feeling my chest tighten.

"Oh my God." I said, grabbing my chest. Tony, Clint and Mae snapped their heads towards me. My eyes widened as I felt the familiar feeling of lack of air. I got up, tripping, trying to get to my room. Tony grabbed my shoulders.

"Hey Cap whats wrong with you?" I shook my head, not being able to speak. "Jarvis?" He asked.

"It appears Captain Rogers is having an asthma attack sir." Everyone's eyes widened.

"J get Bruce now. Tell him immediately whats wrong. Cap this is a stretch but do you have an old asthma inhaler?" Luckily, because of my sensitive nostalgic state, I did. I never threw it out because it symbolized the old me, before I became Captain America. I nodded, feeling a little dizzy but going into the kitchen and grabbed a napkin and a pen in one of the drawers.

Under my bed in the blue box.

Tony snatched the napkin and sprinted to the elevator, disappearing from sight. I fell, and grabbed on to the counters. Mae ran over to me helping me up, and helping me get over to the couch. She just laid me down when Bruce ran in, telling Clint to make some tea, Bucky coming in just as Clint left.

"Steve buddy sit up and breathe slowly." Bucky said. He and Mae helped me sit up, and I tried to breathe slowly to no avail. I tried again, closing my eyes, but nothing happened. Clint ran back in the room, with some tea, handing it to Bruce. "Steve sip this. It'll help till Tony gets back." I took the tea, sipping lightly, but ended up spitting it back up. The air was getting thinner now, and black spots danced across my vision. I was terrified. This hasn't happened to me since before I was given the serum. Tony ran back in, my old inhaler in his hand. He shoved it in my hand.

"I don't even know if it will work, considering it's like seventy something years old, but try. Even if the medicine is expired it should do something." I quickly puffed my inhaler, feeling the affects already take place. My lungs loosened. And I took another puff for good measure. I dropped the inhaler, finally catching air, and put my head in my hands.

"Steve when was the last time you had an asthma attack?" Bruce asked. Everyone was in the room now, standing quietly off to the side. I looked up at him, not even trying to hide my fear.

"Before I got the serum."