**A/N: *Sigh* So my sister wanted me to give this a chance (I swear it's my sister's idea, I have the text messages to prove it) and see if anyone with a creative bone in their body would make fanart? Honestly, I want Sharon/Steve fanart since I love them more than I actually should, but for some reason she wants to see some fanart and my artistic ability is purely writing. I can't even play an instrument. Anyways, I said I'd put this out here and see if anyone would take the bait.

Chapter 26- Cry of the Broken

"I come bolding to your presence. Lord, I bow before your throne. You're my healer, my redeemer, you're my hope, my life, my all. You hear the cry of the broken."

~Cry of the Broken, Hillsong Live

"Hey, stop!" Bethany chuckled as Steve wrapped his arms around her, peppering her neck with kisses. "Steve, I'm trying to get ready."

"Five more minutes?" Steve asked, looking at her through the mirror. "But we should take this towel off."

He tried to pull it down, but she held it in place. "It takes me longer to get ready then it does you, and you know this."

"But you're beautiful as is now," Steve insisted. "And the party doesn't start for another hour. That's plenty of time."

"Steve, no," Bethany said firmly, but with a loving smile. Letting out a sigh, he took a step back, holding his hands up in a motion of surrender. His whisper of a smile only made her warm inside. "I have to finish my hair, do my makeup and get dressed. Not to mention get Jamie ready. And you."

"I can dress myself," Steve defended.

"What were you planning on wearing?" Bethany asked, turning around to look at him.

"Dark blue button up and some jeans?" Steve replied, but couldn't help but phrase it as a question. "I've been dressing myself for a long time, Doll."

"Sorry," Bethany said truthfully. "I'm just…"

"Being a controlling wife?" Steve teased. Bethany laughed, shaking her head. "I'll dress Jamie. Now do we have enough time to fool around?"

"You're insatiable," Bethany said with a huge smile. "We're going to run out of condoms."

"Well, I can't help it if my wife is utterly gorgeous and I'm so in love with her," Steve replied, but didn't take a step forward. He didn't want to test her 'no'.

"Go get dressed," Bethany chuckled.

Steve bowed his head in defeat before following her instructions. Finishing up with straightening her shoulder length hair she kept casting glances to Steve changing. She knew he wasn't purposely putting on a show, but his long body and thick muscles were doing all the work for him.

She had lost count of how many times they have had sex in the last few days. Things were really good, and everyone was making an extra effort to make life easier for her. She knew that things couldn't stay like this forever, but it was nice for now.

As Steve did his belt up, Bethany's mind wandered to what he could do with the belt. The options were endless, but she would have to convince him, and it wouldn't be easy. Sometimes, he took the fun out of trying something new by how much convincing he needed and the entire time was spent with him focusing on it instead of just letting everything fall into place.

When he was done, he placed himself behind her on the vanity table bench, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder lightly. "So I was thinking that since everything is dying down right now, we could do something as a family?"

"We just went on vacation," Bethany reminded Steve.

"I still think that we need more time, just the three of us," Steve explained. "Even if it's just a weekend trip."

Bethany smiled nodding, "No, you're right. Okay. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Now, which shade of lipstick?"

Steve looked at the two that Bethany had picked up, the look on her face an exaggeration, as if this was the biggest decision of their lives. "The dark red," Steve decided over the lighter red. "Wait, give me a kiss first."

Bethany rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. Tilting her head, she gave him a soft kiss before wiping the red on her lips. "Go see if our son is awake from his nap."

"Aye, aye Captain," Steve teased her before leaving the room. Bethany finished her makeup, hearing the two boys talking and laughing. Running a hand through her bouncy hair, Bethany went to the closet, weighing out her options. After five minutes of sorting through her options, she settled on two and went to Jamie's room for opinions.

Steve and Jamie, both fully dressed, were sitting on the rocking chair, Steve reading a story to Jamie. "Boys," Bethany said, standing in front of them. Both of them looked up at her with the same look on their faces, making Bethany chuckle. "Which one?"

In her right hand was a white lace and fringed dress and in the left, a red dress with a darker red lace on top of it. "The white," Steve said immediately. "The reds in the dress don't match your red lipstick, and I love that colour on you."

"Lipstick 101, make sure your lipstick matches the red on the rest of you," Bethany said with a nod, remembering these actual lessons from the forties that had been drilled into every woman's head, and evidentially so did some men. "I think I have a red belt that matches," Bethany mumbled to herself, walking back into her room and digging through her closet.

After a few minutes of searching, she found both a deep red belt and pair of pumps. "See, we had plenty of time to fool around," Steve said, leaning against the doorframe, Jamie on his hip.

"I have to go check up on Tony," Bethany explained, finishing off her outfit. "He's been in the lab all day and I just want to make sure that he's okay."

"I can do that," Steve offered, but Bethany shook her head, collecting Jamie into her arms.

"I volunteered you to help get everything set upstairs," Bethany explained. "Clint, Sam and Thor should be up there already. Since Pepper isn't here, I've also volunteered you to make sure that the catering service has everything ready. I'll come and help you after I deal with Tony."

Steve smiled at her, nodding. "You're so sexy."

"Go," Bethany said with a laugh. Splitting up to tackle their own lists, Bethany entered Tony's dim lab, looking around. Someone, probably Bruce, had cleaned up the mess that the days of work had created. "Well, by the look on your face, things didn't go as planned?"

Bruce had already left to get ready for the party, but Tony had squeezed every last second he could trying to figure out how to create Ultron. "No… No, it didn't. I'm sorry."

Bethany was taken aback by that, placing Jamie on a free worktable, holding him still on it. "Kid, you have nothing to be sorry about. You tried. You may not have succeeded, but that's not reason to be sorry."

"Steve's been… on all our asses lately," Tony explained. "Came marching up here a few days ago, yelling at us for taking you for granted and that we should make your life easier." Bethany let out a heavy sigh. She hadn't known that Steve did that, and while it was all in good faith, she was actually annoyed that he did that.

"I've been overwhelmed," Bethany allowed. "But that's not something you needed to solve. It's my own problem."

"Regardless, I wanted to give this to you," Tony explained, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Not just for you, but for him."

Jamie was trying to grab one of the screwdrivers just out of his reach, but Bethany just moved him farther away, not wanting him to hurt himself. "Tony-"

"I want him to have a good childhood. To have a mother and a father," Tony explained. "And then there's everyone else. We all need… We need to be prepared. We need to do more. I figured this was a good start for us."

"It was," Bethany nodded. "But just because this didn't work, doesn't mean we won't have another opportunity. And I'll be here to help as much as I can. I mean, I didn't do anything in particular, but-"

"You've done enough," Tony interrupted, looking at Jamie. "I don't need details, but did you and Cap come to terms with the baby issue?"

"He's adamant on waiting, and all his reasons are valid," Bethany explained. "Ultron would have solved most of them. But then he went and brought up how it's not fair to Jamie to take our attention-"

"That's a load of crap," Tony interrupted. "Take it from an only child."

"But it is a well-known fact that some kids get jealous," Bethany pointed out. "Look, as much as I want a little girl to dress up in pink frills, Steve has a lot of good points."

"He needs to retire one day," Tony added.

"I know that," Bethany said softly.

"Does he?" Tony asked. "Do you think he would? That he will?"

With an unsure look on her face, she shook her head slightly. "I don't know. I hope so. But I don't know at all. Let's not do this now, okay? We're supposed to go to a party and have fun, remember?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes," Tony assured. "Just want to run some last minute variables. You go ahead."

"Ten minutes," Bethany repeated. "JARVIS, make sure he's leaving in ten."

"Yes, ma'am," JARVIS replied dutifully before Bethany pulled Jamie into her arms and left to join the rest of the group. They were moving tables around like a team, Steve talking to one of the caterers.

"How's it going?" Bethany asked when she walked up to Steve, the caterer walking away.

"Everything is going great," Steve promised her. "People should be arriving any moment, we just need to put the music on."

"When did you put this jacket on?" Bethany asked, touching the leather he was donning.

"When you left the apartment," Steve said with a shrug. "What, no good?"

"Nah, you look sexy as hell," Bethany whispered, giving him a wink before handing Jamie to him and going to set up the music. As her carefully constructed playlist began to fill the room, Bethany spotted Steve's shield leaning up against the wall. Apparently the leather wasn't the only thing that Steve grabbed when he came up.

Even inside one of the safest buildings in the world, surrounded by Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Steve felt the need to have his shield near him. He wasn't the only one. Thor's hammer rested on a coffee table, and Natasha had a gun stored under the bar. The latter had Bethany yelling and screaming when she found it a few weeks ago. She couldn't believe Natasha's carelessness with Theo and Jamie, who could now pull himself into a standing position. Either one of them could have easily found it.

Steve had to remind Bethany that it was a precaution to keep them all safe, but Bethany knew that the gun was Natasha's security blanket. The hammer was Thor's. And the shield was her husband's.

Before Steve woke up, Bethany used to assure herself that her gun was by her hip by stroking it before going into battle. As soon as Steve came back though, she stopped doing it. She didn't need the gun as a security blanket. She had Steve. She understood the need to have a security blanket around all the time, but it wasn't a childhood toy or person. They were weapons of mass destruction, and it was utterly heartbreaking. These weapons that they had near them was a sad cry for help. They were all so broken beyond belief that being safe was never really a feeling they had.

Bethany looked over to where Jamie was fussing in Steve's arms, her husband bouncing him softly, trying to coax a smile out of the boy. Bethany could see that Jamie dropped his Hulk plushie and dutifully ran over and picked it up, handing it to the baby, who took it graciously. Unlike Jamie's cry for help, and the easy solution, Bethany didn't know how to answer everyone else's cry.

The cry of the broken.

Bethany polished off her drink, placing the empty glass on a waiter's server tray before heading over to where Steve and Sam were playing pool with some war veterans. Jamie was in her arms, babbling away, telling her a story in his own language. "Is that so?" She encouraged her little boy, hoping that an actual word would slip through his nonsense. He then broke out into a fit of laughter at something he had said, making her shake her head and chuckle lightly. This boy was too precious to her.

"Careful now," Bethany whispered into Steve's ear as he made his shot. Despite trying to jinx his aim, he didn't even jolt, watching as his ball perfectly made its course, turning to her with a smug smile. "Who's winning?"

"Steve," Sam announced.

"By how much?" Bethany asked, trying to hand Jamie off to his father, but the boy being adamant on staying in her arms. She had tried to pass him to Tony, Jackson, Natasha, Thor… basically everyone so she could have a few minutes with both hands, but he was being particularly clingy today.

"Don't you dare tell her man," Sam warned, making her laugh.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all night," Steve whispered to her, pushing some hair behind her ear.

"I've been busy making the rounds. Listen… Theo isn't exactly having the time of his life," Bethany began, looking over to where Theo was playing on a tablet by Jackson and Jen, the two adults talking while the boy played some games. "Jackson, Jen and I figure that he has another hour or so in him before he gets real bored, so Jackson volunteered to take him down to sleep. Hopefully Jamie will be ready for bed by then."

"Okay," Steve said with a nod before taking his shot.

"I… I told them that the three of them could watch a movie in our living room until we come down," Bethany finished, her face bracing itself for his reaction.

His brows lifted and he nodded. "If that's what you're comfortable with, then I'm not questioning you."

"I'm gonna need a fuck ton of alcohol to mellow me out," Bethany said, Steve quickly moving forward to cover Jamie's ears. "Steve, stop. I'm being serious."

"I know you are," Steve replied softly, dropping his hands.

"I'll turn the Iron Legion on," Bethany continued, thinking of the robots that Tony built specifically to protect their apartment. "And I'll be glancing down at the tablet all night-"

"If you're not going to have any fun, then maybe you shouldn't go through with this," Steve interrupted.

Bethany shook her head, letting out a deep breath. "No. No, this will help me trust Jen in the long run."

"Okay. I'm proud of you," Steve replied softly, leaning down to kiss her softly. His words warmed her core. Reaching out to touch his cheek softly, she whispered that she loved him, earning a smile from him.

"Kudos on the playlist," Tony congratulated as he walked over, clapping Steve on the back and interrupting their moment. Sam caught Steve's attention, reminding him that it was his turn to play. "Got a little bit of everything in here, but I don't want to blow my brains out."

"Well that's… good?" Bethany said, alarmed at his choice of words. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Very much," Tony replied with a nod. "You?"

"Jamie isn't letting me out of his grasps tonight," Bethany explained, looking for a moment to her son, who had rested his head against her shoulder, his eyes growing heavy. "But someone didn't have a very long nap today, so hopefully he'll be out like a light."

"You got Stark in you kid, don't put the name to shame," Tony scolded the baby. "Especially if you're going to take over Stark Industries one day."

"Wait, what?" Bethany asked, even Steve turned away from his game with his arms crossed at Tony's words.

"Well, Pep and I talked it over, and it looks like a Rogers will take over Stark Industries one day. I'm not exactly a father type. My dad wasn't, and neither am I. And unless nature takes over, we're okay with that," Tony explained.

Bethany gave Tony a weak smile, her emotions overwhelming her. "Keeping it in the family then? I have no problem with that, not a single one. And as much as I love ya, kid, I'm not raising Jamie to be like you."

"But nonetheless," Steve continued, putting a hand on Bethany's shoulder. "This means a lot to us, Tony."

"Yeah, well, he's my family too," Tony said, in his typically trying-not-to-show-too-much-emotion tone. "Anyways, keep drinking, dance, eat. Have a blast, break some windows."

He walked away swiftly, Sam sinking the last ball into a pocket and calling it a game. "That was… generous," Bethany mumbled, looking over to Tony.

"He's not even a year old yet and he's already a billionaire," Steve said with a sigh, not entirely happy about it. "I don't want him to grow up cocky and arrogant."

"He won't," Bethany assured.

"How do you know?" Steve asked, his brows furrowed.

"Call it mother's intuition," Bethany said with a shrug. The confident look in her eyes convinced him that she was right. Jamie would grow up to be someone they could continually be proud of, and he would lay down his life to help achieve that.

"Avenging is your world," Sam said to Steve as they made their way to overlook the entire floor. He had pulled Sam aside to catch up with him. Even though Sam had been there for a few days, Steve had been so swept up in his life that he hadn't been a particularly good host, but Sam hadn't complained about it anyway. "Your world is crazy."

"Be it ever so humble," Steve replied, leaning against the railing. Jamie still hadn't fallen asleep, so Bethany was trying to wear him out by dancing with him. Even from afar, he could hear Jamie's laughter as Bethany dipped down and back up, swirling the two of them around. He couldn't help but smile at this perfection in front of him.

"You still looking for a place in Brooklyn?" Sam asked him.

"No," Steve replied instantly before hesitating. "Yes. I don't know what's best right now, to be honest. Here, logically. We're safe. Jamie is protected. But this isn't the life Beth and I want him to have, you know? Where everything is at his fingertips. Don't get me wrong, I want him to be well provided for-"
"Just not spoiled," Sam finished.

"We're not paying rent here," Steve continued. "And money isn't an issue right now, but Bethany and I both know that it could be."

"Dude, she's worth millions," Sam reminded him. "And you two aren't exactly dressed in designer clothes and diamond underwear."

Steve chuckled, nodding lightly. "No, but things looked all fine and dandy before the Depression. I don't know, I guess that time is still locked in our brains. Mine more than hers. But there's a lot more."

"Yeah, I get it," Sam promised. "But home is home, you know? And if this doesn't feel like home anymore, you need to start looking for a place that does. Maybe it'll make hanging up the shield easier."

"I know that's what Beth wants," Steve nodded. "And I get why she wants that. And part of me wants to do it, for her. For him. But I can't bring myself to actually… do it. And I don't know if I can."

"Well, I know she wants to have another baby. What then? You're gonna leave her at home with two kids? It's not like you'd be out providing money. You're not making doing this any easier," Sam pointed out.

"Part of me was thinking about enlisting again," Steve revealed. "But I know that I can't do that to her. Be away from her that long. I don't know what to do anymore."

"I'll be here when you need me to, man," Sam promised. "And so will she. If she hasn't left you yet, she won't."

Steve took in a deep breath, watching as she rubbed Jamie's back, slowing their dancing. The kid was finally starting to wind down, the toll of the day taking over him. "I just don't know how much more she can take. Am I being selfish?"

"Nah, man," Sam promised him. Bethany was making her way up to them, rubbing soothing circles on Jamie's back. "You two just have a different perception of your future. But then again, you always have."

"But I used to be in her position and her in mine," Steve pointed out.

"Maybe it keeps you balanced," Sam suggested.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked Bethany as she stopped in front of them.

"After some extensive wearing-out, I finally got him to sleep," Bethany confirmed. "He spat up a little on my dress however." Steve noticed the small little wet area on Bethany's white dress, the colour making it an obvious mark. "I'm gonna go put him down and then change. I'll be back in ten minutes or so."

"Yeah, it's time for me to duck out too," Sam added. "But thanks for the hospitality."

"We weren't exactly the best of hosts," Bethany said with a little cringe.

"Nah, you two were great," Sam assured. "Plus, this little guy's laughter made up for when you weren't."

"He really likes you," Bethany said with a smile.

"We're buds," Sam replied, touching Jamie's foot lightly. "Listen, I'll be back soon. We'll go out bowling or something, have some normal fun. It'll be a blast."
"Sounds perfect," Steve added with a smile. "Come on, I'll see you out."

The group made their way to the elevators, Bethany stopping at their floor while Sam and Steve went a little farther down to the guest floor that Sam had been staying on. "Normal is good for her," Sam began as he grabbed his bag. "The girl who called me in a panic the other day? I barely saw a trace of her the past few days. Being normal may be vastly overrated, but its it's what she needs. And after all her years of being part of her own private freak show, her wanting some normalcy isn't exactly a mystery, is it?"

"I get what you mean," Steve exhaled. "Our life isn't normal though. And I don't think it'll ever be."

"It doesn't have to be normal," Sam disagreed. "She just needs normal to help keep her balanced. If there can be one day where she doesn't have to worry about HYDRA or SHIELD or you being Captain America, I think that day would be really good for her. That day, she'd be really happy. That's just my own opinion, however. I know that in the end, you'll do what's right for your family. I have complete faith in that."

Steve tried to offer Sam a smile, his friend's words being assuring, but it was really hard to convince himself that they were true. Ideally, that's all that really mattered. But there were so many obstacles that made this increasingly impossible every single day.

"Any news about Kiley?" Sam asked casually.

"If you mean has Bucky seen her yet, no," Steve replied with a sigh. "I really thought that he would at some point, but Beth had a good point. If he really feels like someone is after him, he'll be smart. She's doing better though. They think another month tops, but being back in the real world really scares her."

"Yeah, I know a little of what that's like," Sam said with a nod.

"Me too," Steve agreed. "So does everyone else in this building. We'll all be here for her."

"I have faith that she'll be fine," Sam added. "She's a strong girl. She just needs to be reminded of that."

Steve took in a deep breath, silence overcoming them until they reached the garage level, Sam's rental car parked inside. "Do you ever feel like everything around you, everyone is just… damaged?"

"Yeah," Sam responded with a nod. "But what's even scarier is when you're surrounded by everyone who's damaged, and you're the one who is damaged the most."

Nodding slowly, Steve didn't know who that was out of the group. They all had demons, faults, sins dragging them down. But more so, Steve didn't want to know, for fear that it could be him or his wife.

Having wiped off her lipstick and changed into her red dress and black heels, Bethany made her way back up to the party in a completely different outfit. She wasn't one to make costume changes, but having baby barf on her shoulder for the rest of the night wasn't exactly something she was prepared to do. Before she slipped into the elevator, she made sure that the Iron Legion was set onto red alert opposed to just sleep mode. It didn't make her feel anymore secure, but she knew she had to get over her fears.

She couldn't help but whimper when she saw Steve's backside, his wide and thick shoulders and slender waist. He and Thor were standing next to some Vets, talking about God-knows-what, but Bethany just took a moment to admire her husband.

Thor almost towered over Steve. The demi-God made her neck ache since she was considerably smaller than him, even in heels, and his muscles were insanely large, but his shoulder to hip ratio didn't compare to Steve. More than that, Steve wasn't, for lack of a better word, Hulking-large like Thor was. And without doing anything at all, his physique had her weak in the knees.

"Fuck that man," Bethany said under her breath, making herself move forward, wrapping her arms around his waist. He looked over his shoulder, smiling at her before raising his arm. Bethany tucked herself under it, leaning against him.

The men around her weren't new faces. Bethany had seen them from time to time, all World War Two Vets. Whereas in Washington, Steve would go to the Captain America Exhibit or to see Peggy, in New York, he would go to retirement homes to get a little grip of his past. On occasion, Bethany would join her husband, the old men flirting with her and Bethany replying with kind smiles and laughter, but she didn't need grips of the past like Steve did. It was a comfort to him. It pained her that one day, Steve would wake up and these men would be gone, his past not within his grasp anymore. She hoped by then that he would have moved past this.

"Neither was Omaha Beach, blondie. Stop trying to scare us," one of the men said. Thor looked to Steve for approval for agreeing, pouring all the men something from a little metal flask.

"What is that?" Bethany asked Steve, who was taking a small sip of his drink.

"Something Thor swears will make us drunk. Or, at least tipsy," Steve explained, handing it over to her. Bethany took a whiff of it, cringing at the smell before taking a heavy sip. She could feel it warm her throat, all the way into her stomach and spreading across her body. Within seconds she could already feel it taking over her mind.

"Where have you been hiding this, Thor?" Bethany scolded, taking another sip before handing it back over to Steve.

"You enjoy spirits too much," Thor replied instantly. "If I gave this to you earlier, you would have drunk yourself to the grave."

"You'd be surprised by how much booze this little body could hold," Bethany replied with a raised brow. "I had a reputation of drinking men under the table, even before I found the fountain of youth."

"You being drunk isn't exactly my favorite thing in the world," Steve quickly added, obviously thinking back to Halloween when Steve got a glimpse of what Bethany was like when she was well and truly hammered.

"Ah, but it's one of mine," Bethany replied with a wink, feeling herself getting giddy. That damned blue shirt he was wearing made his eyes pop, but it wasn't just his eyes that were making her weak. It was everything about him. "Can I steal you for a few minutes?"

"Of course," Steve answered with a soft smile, finishing up his drink before parting with the men. Bethany tangled her hand with his and pulled him down the hall into a quiet nook, pushing up onto her toes to give him a kiss. He squeezed her hand as she deepened the kiss, but broke apart from her when Bethany used her other hand to cup his crotch.

"What are you doing?" He said quickly, alarmed at her actions.

"What?" Bethany asked innocently. "No one will notice if we slip out for a few minutes. There's a small utility closet at the end of the hall." She slipped a hand into the pocket of her dress, pulling out a condom with a raised brow. "It'll be fun," she sang quietly.

Steve looked around, searching for any nosy eyes. "I don't know, Beth."

She gave his crotch another stroke, giving him a devilish smile, but her eyes remaining innocent. All strength he had flew out the window, taking her by her waist and pulling her close to him, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Bethany smiled into it, gripping onto the collar of his shirt after slipping the condom into his breast pocket, blindly pulling him back down the hall, in the direction of the utility closet.

Before they reached the door, Bethany stopped them, gaining a wicked idea and knowing that Steve would object and she would need to do her best to work her magic. Within seconds, she had unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his zipper. She reached inside his boxers and gripped onto his growing erection, pulling it out and moving his jeans down his hips a little so his zipper wouldn't bring him any unnecessary pain. It was only when Bethany pulled apart from his kiss and got down on her knees did Steve realize that, despite being hidden from the party, they were still very much out in the open.

"Bethany!" He hissed, trying to pull his pants back up, but his wife holding them firm in place with an eyebrow raised.

"No one is around," She promised. "It'll be fun. You'll enjoy it."

The last sentence came out in song, but Steve couldn't help but disagree with her. "A closet is one thing-"His breath caught when she quickly moved forward, dragging her tongue flat along his shaft. His inner dilemma was shining clearly in his eyes and the furrow of his brow, but Bethany took his moment of weakness to begin her magic. Steve was a strong man, much stronger than others, but men were often rendered speechless by something so sweet as a blowjob. Steve wasn't an exception to this.

Bethany laid open mouthed kisses up and down his flesh, her lips making smooching sounds when her lips pulled together. One of Steve's hands went up to rest against the wall, the other tangling itself in her hair. Bethany glanced up at him before her mouth wrapped around his thick member. "Beth," he whispered, but with authority in his voice. The only thing was that Bethany wasn't sure if it was cue for her to continue or to stop. Ultimately, she wouldn't force him to do anything he wasn't comfortable with, but the entire situation was setting her on fire. Her underwear was already soaked and she was using the heel of her foot to rub against her clit.

Sucking in her cheeks to create a sucking feeling, she raised an eyebrow to see how Steve would react. A low moan fell out of his mouth, his hips sliding forward. Bethany fought her gag reflex for a quick moment as he pushed deep inside of her before starting to lightly bob her head. She worked her magic for a few moments, encouraging his member to grow and grow. Steve's hand started to guide her movements, slowing down her pace oppose to quicken it. Bethany tried to smile around his cock, looking up at him filled with amusement. He was holding back so he could fuck her senseless, but wasn't ready to give up the feeling of her warm lips around him.

He pulled her hair back, her lips sliding back until only the head was still in her mouth. She gave the tender flesh a hard suck, Steve unable to keep his groan back as he pulled her off of him. Bethany looked at what her work achieved her, his impressive thick member glistening and standing erect, ready for action. The way his veins pulsed made her heart race and her core tingle. Bethany felt the need to take him back in her mouth, to have him shoot his load into her mouth, but she barely got the chance as Steve's head quickly whipped behind him before quickly pulling Bethany into his arms and pushing her into the utility closet.

"Wha-?" Bethany breathed as the darkness surrounded them.

"Shh," Steve whispered, his breath dancing across her collarbone before he laid a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Someone was coming."

They stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, Steve's erection pressed in between them as he laid soft kisses on her shoulder bone until they heard Natasha's voice. "Clint, they're not down here."
"But it's mine and Bethany's jam," Clint whined. "And I thought I saw them."

"Just leave them be," Natasha scolded, her voice getting quieter, the sound of her heels clacking becoming lighter as they walked away.

Bethany couldn't help but giggle, looking up at Steve who seemed relieved. "The only one who would have been embarrassed is you, babe. Natasha wouldn't care and Clint would only be amused. And me… well, I wouldn't have been discouraged."

"No, of course you wouldn't," Steve replied, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs, pulling the condom from his breast pocket. "Undies off."

"Yes sir," Bethany said with a mocking salute, slipping her thong off her hips and kicking it to the side when they wrapped around her ankles. "You weren't discouraged either," Bethany said, gesturing down to his crotch, his cock still standing erect, now covered with the latex from the condom.

"Yeah well," Steve began, effortlessly picking Bethany up so that they were level, pushing her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs loosely around his waist, waiting expectantly for him to finish. "I kept thinking about how good it would feel when I did this."

A gasp caught in Bethany's throat as he rammed into her, her breathing instantly picking up before he even set a pace. She arched her back, her head falling back as Steve's lips moved to her chest, kissing the area not covered by her dress. "You were right," Steve allowed, mumbling against her skin.

"About?" Bethany asked, moaning when Steve's big hands held her hips tightly so she'd rest against the wall, his hips slowly moving back.

"This being a good idea," He explained, sliding back into her.

"Okay, but this was supposed to be quick," Bethany replied, wincing when Steve pulled back again.

"Quick? We can do quick," Steve promised before kissing her hard and swiftly picking up the pace, the sudden change making Bethany feel like she was about to explode.

"Steveeeeeeeee," She whined, gripping onto his shirt. It was like a fire was making its way through her body, but the burn wasn't pain. It was sweet, sweet pleasure, every thrust counting. He was strong. No one really knew how strong, but she knew that even at moments like this, where he was pounding into her relentlessly, he was only using a fraction of his strength. She couldn't imagine him going any quicker, deeper or harder. She was afraid of what that would do to her, this coming from someone who was in her own right, indestructible.

"Fast enough?" Steve asked, no exhaustion in his voice. Bethany knew that she had an almost insatiable sex drive, so she was more than grateful to have a husband capable of going on for hours.

She attempted to respond, but her brain was so focused on the heights of pleasure that it came out in a garbled mess. At this point, neither one of them were being quiet. Bethany's hips were banging against the wall, which would have left her in a lot of pain if she could feel it. Because she wasn't so soft and delicate, Steve didn't hesitate to add a little more force. Then there was the slick and slap sounds from when their hips met and pulled apart and both of their moans. Bethany was being the loudest of them both, but Steve was only egging her on by kissing her in the right place and tilting his hips a certain way.

She was so close, tittering on the edge for minutes before Steve pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing against the extremely sensitive nerve at rapid speed. The fire only continued to build and build and when she reached the very tip of the cliff, she let herself express her pleasure, the scream being so quick and loud that it caught in her throat. Steve continued his thrusts, laughing as her face crumbled as she was unable to properly express her level of pleasure and satisfaction.

"You're so perfect," Steve told her as she became limp in his arms, his hips not slowing for a moment. Bethany tried to reply, but it all came out in mumbles, making Steve laugh even harder.

**A/N: I have the updates lined up until January which is super exciting :)

anoynmouscsifan: I'm happy that she's coming off as a good mother :) I have plans if Steve does bite the bullet, and they'll be good, I promise! I've already planted some seeds into the plot just in case!

Cleo9427: Wow, that makes me so happy! I get my thinking about where Bethany will be and what she'll do, but for my readers? I'm actually blushing, that's amazing. And yes, it'll be huge. The very last thing she wants to do is hurt either one of them. And then there's the fact of what does she think is right. I'm really excited to get more info on the movie and figure out where Bethany will be, but even more, to have Bucky and Bethany converse. I have some really good thing I want them to talk about :)

Jo: I'm excited too!

AngelLove1728: It's definitely been something that I've been struggling with. I won't be able to make a decision about Bethany's decision until I've seen the movie a few times :)

FeliciaFelicis: I'm very excited about Civil War. I'm working really hard to drag this plot out as much as I can so that I'll be able to see how everyone is in Civil War and make my story reflect it, but I've been so excited for the new movie that I already have chapters 27-31 ready.

gue343: Funny you should mention that... chapter 27 ;)