A/N: Hello faithful readers. We've got a steamy scene in this chapter. I put some bold text before and after it to help if you'd rather skip it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers.
Song used in this chapter is I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz.
Steve returned after his haircut, looking totally dapper and hip. He blushed a little as I wiggled my eyebrows at him. I did at least tell him he looked handsome with the new look, before sending him out of the bathroom. He grabbed a suit out of the closet on the way, and I promised him I would be ready by 6pm. I took my time, painting my nails and toenails in the bath, making sure my skin was smooth. I helped my curls, combing them out with my fingers, before stepping into my lingerie. White lace hugged my curves, strapless due to off the shoulder dress. Lightly applying makeup, I knew Steve didn't love the make-up trends of today quite yet. But I kept it natural, browns with a purple undertone to make my eyes pop.
The dress was also purple, a high low that showcased my legs, accented by black strappy heels. I had long ago decided that I didn't like feeling short, and heels, even at SHIELD, were an essential part of my outfits. Booted heels mostly, but it gave me a bit more of a commanding presence when I wasn't shorter than my recruits. These were easier to dance in. I grabbed my clutch, popping my lipgloss and cellphone inside. I took the staircase into the living room, watching Steve's eyes practically fall out of his head as I descended.
Zeus got up to greet me, and I patted his head as Steve found his voice.
"Wow. You... are stunning," He said, taking my head. He gave me a little twirl and I giggled, "We need to save some dancing for later."
"Of course Mrs. Rogers. May I escort you to the car?"
"Ah!" I cried out suddenly, smacking my forehead.
"What?" He asked, concerned.
"Forgot to go pick up the Camaro and the bike," I sighed, frustrated with myself.
"Oh. Well, we can go tomorrow before you go to work."
"Alright," I smiled, as he offered his elbow to me. I pulled my wrap around my shoulders and linked my arm with his, before he led us out to the elevator, locking the door behind us. I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled up to a well known supper club a few neighbourhoods over. The valet took the car as we came to stand on the curb. Steve gave our name at the maitre d's desk and we were shown to a table.
My wrap was pulled from my shoulders before Steve pulled my chair out for me. We were close to the dancefloor, where a few couples were already dancing. I was excited because I hadn't been dancing since the War, and while Steve and I danced at home a few times since he got back, he knew how much I loved it before and during the War. He ordered us champagne, and I smirked at his knowing smile. The bubbly drink wouldn't affect us, but it was a special occasion.
I felt my smile dip a little as I thought about Phil.
"Elle," He said offering his hand. I gave mine without hesitation and said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm worried too."
"He'd want me to enjoy this though. He's in good hands, and he's alive," I whispered, knowing he would be the only one to hear me over the conversations around us.
"Champagne on ice. Shall I open the bottle?" Our waiter asked.
"Please," I smiled. He popped the cork, and poured two glasses, before taking our orders for appetizers. I saw a few couples around us give us a second glance and I whispered, "I'm waiting for someone to clue in."
"Hopefully they will respect our privacy," Steve said and I grimaced, "Unlikely after yesterday."
Our waiter returned a few minutes later, but instead of what we had ordered, he placed a small platter of assorted tapas down and said, "An amuse-bouche variety plate, compliments of the Chef."
"Oh, thank you," Steve said, smiling at the man.
"I will be back in a moment to take your order, enjoy," The waiter said before disappearing. I shrugged and dug in, moaning lightly at the flavors, with Steve following my lead cautiously.
"These are delicious," I complimented, grabbing another. Steve and I polished off the plate easily, before I felt hungry again.
"Damn serum. I hate that I have to eat as often as we do. I spend more time eating than someone ever should," I sighed.
"Nothing compared to Thor's."
"Thor told me he has a friend, and he eats all the time. Like, whenever they aren't in the middle of a battle, Volstagg is scarfing down an entire banquet table. I can't even imagine..." I smiled, before Steve took my hand again.
"I have something for you," He said, digging into his suit pocket.
"Steve," I chuckled, "This is too much."
"Please," He said softly, sliding another Tiffany box across the table. I smiled, biting my lip as I opened the flat box. A silver charm bracelet glimmered in the soft lighting, gently reflecting light off of the jewels on certain charms. I smiled as I noticed there was a little replica of his shield, a little dog that looked like Zeus, an olive wreath and a single wing. My lip trembled as my eyes began to water.
"Bucky's patch," I whispered, fingering the charm lightly.
"I thought it was appropriate. Like it was from him," He said softly. I nodded, raising his knuckles to kiss over the table, "It's perfect."
He gently took the bracelet from me, clasping it around my wrist. I took my glass of champagne and held it up, "To absent loved ones, to our future,"
"To our love, and our absent soulmate," He whispered and I smiled as we clinked glasses.
"Happy anniversary Darling," I said softly.
"Happy anniversary Doll," He replied, smiling sadly.
"He's still with us."
"I know. It's just still fresh," He said, as I offered my hand.
"It doesn't quite get better," I warned him, "But it gets easier to breathe, to laugh, to get up in the morning."
Our waiter returned as our hands came back to rest on the table, asking, "Have we decided our entrees?"
"I'll get the 16 oz aged steak, medium rare, and the Sweet Potato and Roasted Apple Tortellini."
"Grilled Salmon and the 16 oz steak as well, medium rare," Steve said, closing his menu and passing both to the waiter.
"Shall I bring all four out at the same time, or would you like them staggered?" He asked, intuitively.
"Staggered please," I smiled.
"Absolutely," Before he left us again, taking our appetizer dishes with him. Music was still playing, and I noticed Steve giving me a small smile. We conversed quietly, me still wary of the stares and whispers around us. After so long of being out in the open, at least as a super soldier who didn't age normally, it still made me uncomfortable to be in public where people could recognize me. Being a spy, my face being splattered all over the TV yesterday didn't help. But again, the world didn't know I was involved in SHIELD, they just thought the army contracted me to train men every now and then. I used a veil for most undercover work anyways, and those missions were few and far between these days. I was usually just brought in when they needed muscle and STRIKE wasn't enough.
Our first entrees came out, hot and delicious. Steve and I both polished off our steaks and sides, ready for the next by the time our waiter cleared our plates and another presented the second course to us. I was surprised when a small chocolate cake was brought out, coupled with blueberries and strawberries, fresh whipped cream on the side, again compliments of the chef. Steve and I shared it, feeding each other bits and laughing freely.
"You planned this," I teased, after our waiter cleared our last plates.
"I did plan this evening, yes."
"No, that's not what I meant. You said you remembered yesterday. We had some other things on our plate yesterday, and I only remembered after everyone showed up for dinner. You made this reservation at least two weeks ago. And Tiffany's just happened to have a replica charm of Captain America's shield?" I asked, disbelievingly. He smiled having been caught, "Okay, so when I came out of the ice, I noticed the date, and thought, "I've got time to plan something." I just didn't know if you'd have wanted to celebrate, so I was nervous to bring up the idea of dinner."
"You thought I would still be mad at you."
"Not mad, just closed off. We didn't get this the first year, because I put the plane down," He said as we listened to the music.
"It creeps up on me every year. But I spend it thinking of all our happy memories, going over pictures... It was one of the greatest days of my life. And having you here, makes today even better."
"May I have this dance," He asked after a moment, standing and offering a hand. I slipped mine into his and said, "I'd be delighted."
"Well, I hope you still think that when I ask you to stay here a moment," He said, kissing me softly as he brought me to stand next to our table. I was so confused as he looked over at someone and nodded. I followed his line of sight, not seeing who he was looking at.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please clear the dancefloor. We have a few special patrons tonight, celebrating their 68th wedding anniversary. They were in the middle of World War II when they got married, and didn't have their first dance as husband and wife, and we'd like to help rectify that. The husband has picked a song for the occasion, and would like all the couples to join them on the dancefloor for the next song. We ask that you please respect their privacy and not use social media until they have left the restaurant," Someone said over a microphone.
"You didn't," I said looking at him.
"No privacy tonight, but I want to show off my gorgeous wife. The love of my life," He said, leading me out to the dancefloor. I heard a few confused whispers as the song started, but everything faded away. My eyes watered as I recognized the opening notes.
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
I snorted against Steve's shoulder and he gave a little laugh as well at the humor of it, before kissing the side of my head.
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up
I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am
I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up, I'm still looking up.
Well, I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We've got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
God knows we're worth it (and we're worth it)
I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
I had laid my head to his shoulder as he swayed us to the music. And when it ended, I looked up at him, and he leaned down for a soft kiss. I heard clapping around us as we parted, and we smiled at each other. Another song started, prompting couples to come join us on the dancefloor.
"Thank you," I said to Steve, "This was perfect."
"I didn't think I could plan a date this well," He teased himself.
"You had little practice. But for our first official date, I'd say you set the bar very high. Now, how about we pay? I'd like you to take me home Captain," I whispered in his ear. He straightened up and flagged down our waiter.
"We'll take the cheque, please."
Steve managed to control himself long enough for us to get through the front door, before pinning me up against a wall. I laughed as Zeus stood up, concern in his growl.
"Stand down Zeus," I said to the dog as Steve attacked my clavicle with hot open mouth kisses, rendering me incapable of logical thought. I whimpered as I felt him grinding up against my center, the suit material barely constricting him. I pawed at his jacket, trying to pull it off as he rutted against me.
"Bedroom?" Steve suggested as he put me down so I could strip him of his jacket. I pulled at either side of his dress shirt, sending buttons flying across the floor when it ripped under my fingers. Steve didn't get an answer from me, as I kissed and nipped at his chest, flicking my tongue over one of his nipples. He moaned, before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. I giggled the whole way up the stairs, especially when he dumped me onto the bed.
"How do I get this off?" Steve asked, not seeing a zipper on my dress.
I sat up, tossing my hair over one shoulder, and pointing to the invisible zipper under my arm, and saying, "I'd like to keep the dress, please."
"But you got to tear my dress shirt," He teased, gently easing it down. I let him pull it down my body when finally unzipped, and I watched his eyes darken when he noticed my lingerie.
*******BEGINNING OF SMUT*******
"You are gorgeous," He said, unbuckling his pants. I smiled as his pants dropped, "So are you."
He eased my heels off, toeing off his own shoes and socks. I laid myself back on the bed a moment, taking in his physique. He crawled over my body, still in his boxer briefs, and a hungry look in his eyes. He caught my lips in a soul searing kiss, rubbing up my side with one hand to caress my breast over the lace. He tugged gently at the zipper between my breasts and undid the garment. He pulled away from the kiss to take one breast into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. He flicked my nipple and I cried out, "Steve!"
"Anything you'd like?" He teased, moving to the other breast. I clawed at his shoulder, making him look up.
"Get inside me," I said firmly. He smirked as he slunk further down the bed, "Not just yet Doll."
"You frustrating ma-ahh!" I said as he pulled my underwear aside with a single finger, to lick a line up my slit. He chuckled as he tongued at my center, sending vibrations that drove my nerves wild. Using another finger, he exposed the hood, before gently flicking over it. I clutched the bedsheets in an attempt to not rip his hair out in pleasure, lost in the sensations he was giving me. He quickened his pace, inserting a finger and groaning himself.
"You're drenched Doll."
"I've been thinking about what I wanted you to do to me all day," I sighed, able to think clearly while he had taken his tongue off of me.
"And what's that?" He said adding another finger, curling them inside of me. I moaned at the sensation, before catching my breath and saying, "I want you to fuck me."
"Really?" He asked, sounding unsure. I looked at him annoyed as he stopped, "What?"
"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered, his expression reminiscent of our first time when he said, "I don't know how."
"Darling," I said, sitting up on my elbows and continuing, "You've been so gentle and loving when we make love. And it's what I needed this past month. But now I'm asking you to let go, to get rough. I can handle it, trust me."
"You... want me to hurt you?"
"Not like choke me or slap my face. Nothing like that. But I want you to grip my hips harder, give it to me harder. I want you to be rough enough I'll remember it tomorrow when I wake up. Then again with how fast I heal, I may not have the physical reminder. Let your animalistic side out Steve. But if you feel you can't, I'd understand," He was still knuckle deep inside of me, so it was an awkward conversation. I really hoped what I asked for didn't kill the mood, but I watched him contemplate it for a moment before his eyes darkened.
Oh yes.
He started moving his fingers again, faster. He lowered his mouth to my clit again, as I thrashed wildly, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. I screamed as he pulled me over the edge with a third finger. I felt myself leave my body for a moment, reeling from the aftershocks. I felt my panties pulled down my legs before I was flipped over onto my stomach.
"On your knees," Steve commanded and I didn't hesitate to present myself to him. He groaned low in his throat, before I felt the tip of his erection trace up my sensitive clit. I shuddered as it triggered an aftershock, before he plunged into me. I cried out in shock, gripping the headboard and keening as his fingers wrapped around my hips, impaling me over and over again.
"Oh god, Steve," I said, as his hands reached up to gather my hair over one shoulder. He pulled me closer to his chest, his hand on my hip guiding me down with bruising intensity.
"Do you like it like this?" He breathed in my ear. I nodded, "Yes, oh god yes."
"Will you touch yourself for me?" He asked, and I sobbed in need, taking one hand and began rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. I felt the stirrings of a second, and he barely stopped me as I crashed over the cliff. He held me up, still pistoning in and out of me as I came down. His fingers roughly twisted my nipples, sending shocks through my body. I yelped as he withdrew from me, to flip me over onto my back. I was grateful for the breather, before he plunged deep into me again. He pulled my legs up to hook his arms behind my knees, pulling my hips off the bed.
"Please, please, Steve," I sobbed.
"What do you need?" He panted.
"More, more," I begged, pulling my legs up further to rest them on his shoulders. He pressed us closer together, to the point I was almost folded in half. I moaned as his movements began to get frantic.
"Fuck," He swore under his breath, tilting his hips. His member hit my g-spot once, twice and then I shuddered as my body went through a third orgasm. Steve grunted, speeding up in erratic movements, before one last thrust. His body went taut before the rest of his weight settled on top of me. I was panting for breath, tensing from aftershocks as steve pulled his head up to kiss me thoroughly.
"Alright, we can do that again," He breathed hard, pulling himself off of me and collapsing beside me. I groaned as my hips were straightened and then laughed, "Just give me a minute here. That was... amazing."
"I didn't... I didn't think..."
"I didn't want you thinking," I teased, and he shot me a look before saying, "I didn't think I would like that as much as I did."
"Sometimes, spicing things up in the bedroom is a good thing. There are many, many positions and different things we can try."
"Really?" He asked, turning to look at me, excited.
"Yes," I said, turning on my side to face him, "But, if you don't like something, tell me. Communication is key, and if something didn't work for you, we don't do it again. Honestly, I'm up for anything after my 70 year dry spell."
"Alright, I need to get my head out of the past," He conceded, running his eyes down my body.
"What?" I blushed.
"I wonder if a hickey would keep on your skin until tomorrow," He smirked, pulling me close. I shuddered as I realized he was ready to go again.
"Steve, my recruits will never stop talking if I showed up to work with a hickey-Ohhh!" I couldn't finish my thought, because he had already attacked my neck and plunged back inside of me.
"Now, I'm gonna take my time making love to you for the rest of the night. My wife, love of my life, mother of my child, and future children," He said, but I was already lost to the bliss.
*******END OF SMUT*******
Fury had Maria take Steve and I out to the Guest House a week later, where I promptly sat down in the chair beside Phil's bed and didn't move for two hours. Steve paced slightly, anxious for Phil to wake up and unsure of what to say to him at the same time. They had kept him sedated so he didn't move too much post-surgery, especially one involving exposing your brain.
The monitor suddenly showed brain activity, and Steve stepped up behind me, squeezing my shoulder as I held my breath. The activity indicated he was waking up, so I whispered, "Phillip?"
"Mom?" He answered groggily, struggling to open his eyes.
"Take your time sweetheart," I said softly, crying as I took his hand. He opened his eyes slowly, re-adjusting to the light in the room. As he turned, he found me, smiling softly.
"Phillip, I brought someone to meet you," I said. His eyes furrowed, before he looked up at Steve.
"Dad?" Phil said, confused.
"Hi son," Steve said softly, and I heard the tears in his voice.
"Wait… Mom you said you'd let me… decide," Phil said, groggily.
"I know. But when you got injured, I couldn't keep it from him," I said, watching him wake up further, "He deserved to know the hero his son was."
"I would never be disappointed having you for a son. You are a good soldier," Steve said, smirking at Phil, "You made a choice and you stuck to it, no matter the cost."
"I learned from the best examples," Phil said, giving Steve a smile.
"Next time, avoid the God with the pointy stick," I said as Phil tried to shift, hissing in pain.
"Don't move," I said, in a deathly tone.
"Yes Mom," Phil sassed.
"Oh, he got that from you. Or maybe it was for me," I joked to Steve, who chuckled, "Don't make him laugh."
"Right. Phil, don't you ever do that to me again," I said, feeling the tears building, "I don't think I could handle losing you."
"I'll try not to. But you know, it's in my DNA to be reckless…" He said, drifting off again. Steve looked panicked for a moment, but I watched him breathing easily and said, "It's the anesthesia and the drugs. He's gonna be in and out for a bit."
The next time he woke was about 30 minutes later, delirious again.
"Mom, do you remember those ice cream sundaes we made, the night I asked you why you weren't looking any older, like the other moms?"
"Yes. You had a stomach ache and threw up on my back as I took you to bed," I smiled.
"I could go for one of those right now," He said, "Dad, stop pacing. I'm getting dizzy."
"Sorry," Steve said, freezing at the foot of the bed, unsure of where to be.
I motioned with my head for him to sit in the chair on the other side of the bed, and he got the message, sitting quickly.
"You know, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was present while you were unconscious," Steve said in a teasing voice. I looked at him confused, until Phil smiled at him sarcastically, "You are hilarious."
"Well, at least you got my sense of humor," Steve said, rubbing his hands together nervously.
"I'm missing something," I thought to myself, but chose not to ask. It was their own little joke, their first with each other, and I was more than happy to be kept in the dark.
"You got a haircut," Phil noticed after a moment.
"He got them all cut," I said, and then groaned, "I 'Dad joked' myself!"
Steve and Phil laughed at me a little, before looking back at each other.
"Is it weird, I have had so many questions for you my whole life, and now I don't know what to say?" Phil remarked. Steve let out a breath, "I was thinking the same thing."
"You both were so worried about how to talk to the other, and yet, you are the same person. Oh boy, I have two of them now," I said to myself, horrified.
"Ha ha," Phil said, narrowing his eyes at me. The door behind me opened and I locked eyes with the doctor for a brief moment.
"How's our patient?" Dr. Streiten said, coming in, playing the part well.
"He's wanting ice cream," I smiled.
"Well, maybe in a few days. We need to get you healed up a bit more."
"How long was I out for Doc?" Phil asked, and I looked at the Streiten as well, hoping he would play along with Fury's story.
"About 45 seconds. We were able to revive you and stabilize you, but we kept you sedated for about 10 days," He said, as Steve caught my eye. He hadn't liked the idea of lying to his son, but it would save Phil the trauma of knowing how he was revived and how long he actually was dead.
"What happened with Loki?" He asked, confused.
"We won. Did you ever doubt we would?" I said, looking at Steve again. We would make sure to keep the truth from him, for now at least. From what Streiten had told us, Phil had been begging for death on the table. It hurt to hear, but I made the decision to revive him and it was on my conscious, from now until the day I died.