Sorry for the late update. I was camping all weekend. 49K - Bloody nightmare.
I held my stomach as it bled through my fingers. This just reminded me of yesterday. I got up to a sitting position, quite painfully at that, and reached for the tissue on the side. I got a couple and held them against the wound, just to have them fill with blood straight away. I kept the pressure as I heard Steve open the door.
"Maria, JARVIS told me the stitching burst. Is it bad?" he said, holding the medical equipment in his hands.
"It just needs restitching." I said, quite breathlessly because of the dream.
He looked at me cautiously as he put the bandages and needles down. "What happened to cause it to split?"
"I just sat up too quickly." I replied. He accepted my answer, but didn't look entirely convinced.
"I think it's best if you lie down." he recommended and I followed his orders. I pulled up my top and he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the sight of the wound.
"What?" I asked.
"I hate seeing you hurt. Please stay in bed for the rest of the day."
"No, I need to go and train." I complained, as he unwrapped my bandage.
"Please stay here."
"I don't want to. And you can't make me."
"Actually, I can tell Tony to keep you confined in one room. He can lock the doors from the mains." he was smiling a bit at that.
"You're enjoying this aren't you."
"I have no idea what you're talking out."
"Don't pretend you don't have any idea. You like the fact that I am given time to heal."
"Of course I like that factor. You work too hard."
"I work too hard and get the job done."
"You work too hard and you need a break."
"I work too hard and make sure that everyone stays alive."
"Please, just get some bed rest. It will do you good." he pleaded.
"I will stay in bed for one day and only one day, if you stop going on at me."
He smiled and nodded. He threaded the needle and sat down next to me. He sewed up my skin, which seemed less painful than yesterday, and put the bandage around me. He carefully wrapped it around my waist and tied it up tightly. He came down slowly and kissed where the bandage was tied up. Oh my God. He looked up at me and asked "Feeling better?"
I nodded and whispered "Much better."
He smiled and left, taking the medical supplies with him as he did. Did that just happen? I didn't imagine that, did I? I shut my eyes and fell into a deep sleep instantly, not even bothering to check whether Rogers had left or not. After what was a couple of minutes in my mind, which must have been a couple of hours in real time, I started dreaming about Steve again.
"Hey." someone said from the doorway as I woke up, sitting in bed.
I smiled and replied "Hey."
He came over and sat on my bed. "So, are you feeling any better?"
"Much better thank you."
"The kiss helped?" he asked, with a sly smile.
"Mended me straight away." I replied, showing him the now faded scratch.
He shuffled closer to me and placed a hand on my cheek. He leaned in and kissed the other cheek. He kissed over the my face, over the bridge of my nose, and finished pressing his firm lips against mine.
His kisses made my heart flutter and I kissed him harder. "Steve." I whispered in between kisses. I snaked my arms around his back and he put his arms around my neck. He slowly pulled me onto him and we gently laid down on the bed. I kept my hands on his hips as he moved his down my arms. When he reached my hands, he intertwined one of them in his and turned us over, putting my other hand above my head.
Our kisses got more passionate, and quicker, and he bit my lip causing me to moan out "Steve". He started kissing down my neck making me groan. He pulled his top off and threw it across the room. He got the edges of mine and pulled it over my head, leaving me in my bra. As soon as the top was out the way, he went straight back to kissing me.
He kissed over my breasts, which made me shiver, and down my stomach. "St..s...steve..." I managed to say between my short breaths. His delicate hands grazed over my stomach and I felt like I couldn't breath.
Suddenly, my eyes opened and I was about to get up, but I was held down by someone's arms. My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw that it was Tony.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
"Capsicle has been in here for at least 10 hours, so I decided to take over. He's sleeping on your sofa next door."
"10 hours! I've been asleep for 10 fucking hours. Uhhh!" I groaned and laid back down on the pillows.
"Sounds like it was a pretty good 10 hours though." he said, smiling.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Is he talking about..what I think he's talking about...?
"You know you sleep talk right?" Oh fuck.
"Stark...what are you talking about?"
"I might or might not have heard your dreams about a certain capsicle." I couldn't really think of what to say. Oh my God.
"Tony, you'd better not tell anyone." I warned him.
"Like I would do that." he said, putting his hands in the air. I just raised my eyebrows as if to say 'Really?' "Look I won't tell anyone. Especially not your darling Steve."
"He is not mine." I insisted.
"But you want him to be." he stated. I shook my head and denied answering.
"Did he hear anything?" I asked.
"I don't think so. When I came in you were fine, but after a while you started..."
"What?"
He smirked. "Moaning his name." he whispered, trying to imitate me.
"Shut up and get out." I said, angrily.
"You may have the skills set of Romanoff, but you don't scare me as much as her." Ha, he's scared of Romanoff.
"You wanna test my skills, because you'll be scared then."
"Oooo. I'm quaking in my boots." he said, waving his hands in the air.
"Stark. Get out."
"Fine. I'm going, i'm going. I'll go get your boyfriend to check up on you." Before I could argue, Stark was already out the door.
"Hey, freeze head. She wants you." I heard Tony say to Steve. Before he came in, I looked over at the time. 8:30pm.
He came in and walked over. "How are you feeling? Better I hope."
"Much better thank you." I said and he pulled up my top to take off the bandage around my stomach.
"I've got a mission you know. Fury wants me to go on a mission in Los Angeles tonight. I leave in an hour."
"I shouldn't be keeping you here. I don't want you to be late for it." Stay here. Stay here. STAY HERE.
"No, I want to make sure you're okay before I leave." he replied, finishing taking off the bandage. "It looks much better. Should be healed within a couple of days."
He got a new bandage, after throwing the other one in the bin, and started to wrap it around me again. I asked "How long are you gone for then?"
"Just for two days." he replied. Two days. What am I going to do? I can't handle Stark and the others for another two days. He must have caught onto my disappointment, because he then said "I'll be back before you know it." with one of his gorgeous smiles. I returned his smile and then he went back to finishing up the wound. He didn't kiss the bandage once he had finished, unfortunately, but then went onto checking the arm and my face.
"Your arm is nearly healed." he said, finishing the bandage around it. He reached up towards my face and turned my head, so he could get a better angle of my wound. He traced the mark with the tip of his finger, his thumb grazing my cheek bone, and finished at my lips. His finger was placed at the corner of my mouth and hovered there for a couple of seconds. He looked at me and then quickly pulled his hand away.
"Better." he said simply and tidied up the medical appliances. "I'll see you soon Maria. Get well soon." he said smiling sadly.
"I'll try to." I replied and he gave me one last glance, before leaving the room. Two fucking days he's going to be gone for. Two fucking days. What am I going to do apart from sleep? Just sit here doing nothing. I guess I have paperwork, but that's just going to be boring. I suppose it has to be done.
So I spent the next two days staring at a computer screen doing work for Fury and the Avengers and googled searched me and Rogers a bit more. I heard a knock at the door and shut my laptop. Please be Steve. Unfortunately, it wasn't. It was Pepper, which wasn't a bad surprise, but did leave me feeling disappointed.
"Hey, you want to come for lunch with me?" she asked and I nodded eagerly. They hadn't let me out of bed for two days apart from going to the toilet, so if this was my only opportunity, then I was going to grab it with both hands.
I could walk properly now, but I still struggled with sitting down and getting changed from time to time. I entered the kitchen with Pepper and thankfully no one was there.
"What do you want? Chicken?" she asked.
"Brilliant. So what have you been up to?" I asked, as she put the chicken in the frying pan.
"Not much. Getting Tony to finally make that business deal with Mark Ipon, which has been a pain in the ass. I'm telling you, why can't he just stop playing with his toys in his little den and come and do some real work. I know the iron man suit is meant to be work, but is it really? I know he created it, but I just feel like I'm falling to pieces here."
"And this is why I don't have a boyfriend."
"You don't need a boyfriend. You've got Rogers."
"Rogers is not my boyfriend."
"Tony told me by the way. You knew that he would though." The dream.
"Yeah, but I just didn't want to admit it really. How much did he tell you?"
"All of it. How long have you dreamt about him in that way?"
"A while."
"A while?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"I guess ever since he was brought into S.H.I.E.L.D. We've got really close."
"Yeah, I can see that. So," she said, with a devilish smirk. "what happens in these dreams of yours."
"Well..me and Steve start having a normal conversation and then we start kissing and begin to take each other clothes off."
"Do you think about getting very far?"
I shook my head. "We just go down to our underwear before we wake up, but I feel like it's a different Steve in my mind. A more confident Steve. A Steve that I can actually touch in the way that I want to."
"You need a boyfriend sweetie and Steven Rogers is that boyfriend." she said with a 'lets face it' expression. She went back to cooking the chicken, whilst I simmered through my thoughts. Whilst S.H.I.E.L.D protocol is here, you can't be with him. Just wait until after you're done. And how long will that take? Not that long, I'll just figure out a plan or something Okay then, tell me what that plan is ...Why is this so hard?
"Hey." a voice said from behind me, cutting out all my thoughts.
"You're back." I replied smiling and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"And you're better. You doing alright?" he said hugging me back.
I nodded. "Yeah, i'm fine. Thanks for looking after me."
He smiled. "That's okay. I wanted to help you in any way I could." He turned to Pepper. "Would I be able to have some food please Pepper?"
I looked at Pepper who was smiling at us both. "Pep?" I asked and she shook herself, smiling still.
"Yeah of course. I'll get an extra plate." she replied and me and Steve sat down at the table, whilst she cooked the chicken in the pan. Thank goodness I didn't need to stitch him up. Of course, I wouldn't have minded doing that, but I was happy that he was okay.
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