Author's Note: SMUT (Kinda) DEAD AHEAD! THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN AND I'M REALLY SORRY! But it happened, and it would have happened eventually, so here it is. Sorry the story is now rated M, but is it terrible that it was fun to write? Anyway, if you want to avoid the angsty almost smut, feel free to just skip this chapter or just the end!

"How are we going to get back to New York?" Kayla finally asked as she pulled away from Steve, looking up into his blue eyes. Eyes that had held so much fear and sadness looking at her on that truck. She never wanted him to look at her like that again. Like he couldn't bear to lose her. Like she was tearing his heart in half.

"Well, it'll be a long walk," Steve muttered, still trying to get someone to come in on comms. The line was dead. "I guess we're on our own." He turned to look at the Maximoffs. He eyed them a moment before he scoffed, "I don't suppose you two have a plane?"

"Not unless you want Ultron flying it." Wanda bit back, walking past Steve with a glare on her face. Pietro took one more long breath, then moved to follow her.

"Where are you going?" Kayla called, jogging to catch up to the witch, "Come with us!"

Her request stopped the twins, and they turned to face her. Steve sighed and walked slowly over to the blonde. Kayla reached out for Wanda, but Pietro slapped her hand away. Unfortunately, it didn't do much, Kayla's grip was stronger, and she shot him a 'really?' glance.

"You are quite strong for a girl," Pietro mumbled as he crossed his arms. Wanda just stared at Kayla's hand on her arm, not trying to escape it.

"Yeah, you know the skeletons in my closet, and I know yours. I know why you want to destroy the Avengers... because Stark inadvertently killed your family. I get it, revenge, all that fun stuff. The problem is that Ultron is going to kill everybody, so revenge on Tony isn't really going to do much because we are all going to be dead." Kayla hissed, looking between the speedster and the psychic. "Come on Wanda, you know you're the real power here. We need you."

"I don't want any part of this. I wanted to avenge my family. Not join the people who killed them."

"Killing Stark and the others won't bring your parents back," Kayla answered, eyeing her with a wisdom that came from her own demise. "There comes a point when you can't go back to the life you had before. It doesn't matter whose fault that is, it's gone. My life is gone, and the Avengers are my family now. Look in my head Wanda, you know the truth. Sometimes good can come from bad. This can be one of those times."

"Or it could be just like last time, and we end up dead too," Wanda answered, looking at the ground.

"What more do you have to lose?" Kayla prodded, releasing her grip on the girl. "Just think about it. We could really use you two."

"Kay, we gotta go." Steve nudged, reaching out to grab Kayla's hand. "We need to find a way back. We need to get you to Bruce, your head-"

"Not to mention my poor collarbone. And my ribs. They're broken. Again. If it wasn't for all the adrenaline I don't think I could stand... you know now that I think about it, everything hurts... real bad." Kayla started to sway, the pain finally finding its way to her brain. Her knees buckled and Steve swooped her up, carrying her bridal style in his arms. She leaned her aching head against his chest, and he set his sights toward the city.

He took a few steps back towards the lab, hoping Doctor Cho could get them some sort of transportation. Suddenly, he found his feet unable to move, and he looked down to see red smoke holding them firmly in place. He turned his head to look back at the Maximoffs, Kayla raising her head to look over his shoulder with a smile.

"We're coming with you." Pietro declared, and Wanda released her grip on Steve's boots. "She's one of us now. We need to make sure she's alright."

Steve grunted, knowing Kayla was right about needing them, but not wanting them to think of Kayla as someone like them. She was someone like him, and being under Ultron's mind control didn't make the three of them close.

The four walked through the damaged streets of Seoul, gathering attention, but Steve nor the twins looked at the news cameras as they passed. Kayla allowed her neck to go limp, resting her cheek against Steve's star, her hair draped over the side of her face, disguising her now that her mask had been discarded.

"This is taking too long, the city is too big." Wanda murmured as the crowds began to get louder, people yelling as they took the group's photo. "Pietro, run ahead to the lab. Let them know what's happened, see what they say." With a nod he zipped ahead, carrying the news of their needs. Two blocks of walking later he returned, looking over his shoulder to wave a car over to them.

"She's already called Stark. His jet should be at the airport when we arrive. Get in the car." Pietro explained, opening the backseat door for his sister. "I'll sit shotgun." He informed Steve, his thick accent making the very American words sound wrong on his lips. After Steve slid in, depositing Kayla into the middle seat between himself and Wanda, Pietro closed the door and slowly made his way to the passenger's side door. After closing the door, he motioned for the driver to go, and they made their way to a private airstrip nearby.

Wanda's skin crawled as she read the words STARK written across the small plane. The same lettering that had sat on the shell that almost killed them for days. "I can't do this. I'm sorry, I can't." She balked, and Pietro put his arm around her to provide some comfort, looking up at Steve for some sort of advice or directions.

"We don't have time, we have to go." Steve growled, but Kayla patted his arm gently, requesting to be put down. Once her feet touched the ground, she shifted her weight, feeling her ribs already beginning to heal. She walked slowly back towards the pair as Steve prepared to board the jet, seeing if there was anyone he needed to worry about seeing Kayla.

"Look, I know how you feel about Stark. I know how hard this must be for you guys. He's not a bad guy though. Misguided? Yes. Selfish. Of course. But he didn't mean to kill your family. He was trying to make money, and he quit making weapons years ago when he realized the affect they were having. Haven't you ever been wrong?" Kayla tried to get the girl to understand her perspective, even though she knew Wanda could simply read her thoughts and find out.

"We were wrong to let Strucker experiment on us. He killed all his other volunteers. We were the only two to survive." She purred back, something between pride and sadness slipping through her deep Sokovian accent.

"Then it would be a shame if your talents went to waste, wouldn't it? If nothing else, come with us, build a life in America, away from civil unrest and poverty. I'll make sure you are well taken care of, you don't have to ever see us again." Kayla promised brightly, a hopefully smile painting her perfect face.

"How is it so easy for you to leave your family and home behind? Our home is not America, it is Sokovia. Will we ever get back there?" Pietro asked sincerely, feeling the pressure from the blonde woman, but seeing it as faulty. They couldn't simply start over. Not like she had done. It was selfish.

Kayla realized what his words meant, and her smile fell like a ton of bricks. Her brows furrowed and she smoothed back her messy hair. "Suit yourself. Sometimes after becoming someone you're not, you have to adapt. I can't go home. And neither can you." With that she turned and entered the plane, coming face to face with someone who didn't know she was alive.

"Kayla Ellis." Happy murmured as he saw her, wonderment on his face. "I-I can't believe your alive. Steve gave me the heads up when he boarded, but, I still can't believe my own eyes." Kayla extended her arms to hug the man, someone she hadn't seen since before the Hydra incident.

"It's good to see you, Mr. Hogan. Now, are we about ready to take off?"

"Pilot has the jets running. We are ready when you are."

Steve and Kayla shared a glance, then she nodded without looking away from the soldier. "Let's go."

"No! Wait!" A lighting bolt ran through the plane, Quicksilver holding his hands up to stop them from leaving. "We are coming!"

Wanda walked up the plane's steps behind him, a weak smile on her face. "You guys need us." She added with a shrug, meeting Kayla's green eyes.

"Alright, let's get going. We are ready Happy." Steve informed the man, and he retreated into the cockpit to tell the pilot it was time to leave.

The twins settled themselves in the far corner of the jet, keeping away from the others. Steve didn't mind, because Happy took the hint he wanted to be alone with his girl, so the couple sat near the door of the plane, facing each other. Kayla stared out the window, her head still bloody and hair a mess. The tire track from where she'd been run over was still imprinted across her chest and arms.

"Kay, can I help you get cleaned up?" Steve asked carefully, eyeing the girl as she looked away. She turned to him, her eyes dull. They were missing the sparkle they always had.

"I'll be fine." She nodded, trying to assure Steve he didn't need to worry about her of all things, but that didn't stop him.

"Please. Let me at least help clean up your hair, check on your chest." Steve pushed again, this time reaching out for her hand. She clenched his large hand in her delicate one, but her grip was strong. She sighed deeply, then nodded a little, telling her boyfriend she'd let him help her. He stood up and led her to the plane's bathroom, avoiding the twins' curious stares as they went.

Once the door was closed and locked, Steve went about unzipping Kayla's catsuit. He was thankful Stark's bathrooms were larger than most plane's otherwise it would have been a hard task, but there was a small seat near the sink that he was able to sit on as he worked at pulling the blue suit off her bruised body. Kayla winced as he gently started pulling her uniform off her shoulders, seeing the bruising underneath for the first time. Sure enough, there was a perfect tire mark just above Kayla's breasts, turning her collarbone and upper arms a deep shade of purple. Anyone else would have died. Should have died. But she got up, brushed herself off, and came to help again. Just like Steve would have.

"Baby." Steve cooed worriedly as he rubbed his gentle hands across her bruised arms. Kayla looked in the mirror, disgust on her features. Steve turned her chin back to him, eyes full of love. "You are still so beautiful. There's a shower onboard, can I help you wash your hair?"

Kayla turned back to the mirror, her suit situated on her hips and one of her bra straps snapped off. She put a hand to her hair, realizing she couldn't even find the elastic piece holding it up anymore because it was so knotted. "Yes please." She finally responded, giving up on working on her hair, because raising her arms above her head hurt.

Steve took her blessing as an order to continue peeling her out of her suit. He was worried about her, but he couldn't help but feel his heart pick up pace seeing her half undressed. In this moment of darkness, he wanted her to give him some light. He pulled the suit over her hips down her strong thighs, never taking his eyes off of her skin as more and more appeared. When he reached her boots at her knees, he gingerly unbuckled them and stood to allow her his spot on the seat. He knelt down, taking his time in removing the boots as he had with the suit. Once the boots were removed, he finished pulling down the thick material over her calves and discarding it to the side. She stood in her tattered bra and underwear, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

It was strange, Kayla never showed much embarrassment around Steve. She was usually the one pushing him, wanting him to give her more, but always being patient. To see her feel vulnerable made Steve's breath catch in his throat, and his blood felt like fire in his veins as he stared at her.

"You should, uh, undress." Kayla stumbled, backing away from the soldier.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked bluntly, torn between wanting to understand what was happening with her and wanting to put himself inside her. He almost regretted asking, because he was scared she would make him leave, but the gentleman won over the lusty soldier that wanted her so badly.

"I tried to kill you, Steve." She whimpered, looking away. "I tried to kill you, and I felt awful. But I couldn't control it. And then you threw me at a car. Which I know you had to, but that's kind of messed up."

"I'm sorry!" Steve yelped, quickly crossing to the corner she had pressed herself into. "I didn't want to, but I had to stop Ultron's control over you. I- I had to get the cradle. I put the mission before you, and I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I tried to stab you. And choke you. And throw you off the truck." Kayla grumbled back, finally looking up at Steve, "I just feel weird. It's weird not having control of your own body. I was trapped in one part of my brain and the other part was spouting out everything I knew. I just feel, broken."

"I'll fix you."

Kayla lunged towards the soldier, placing her mouth desperately against his as she fiddled with his uniform. It wasn't as easy to get off as hers, and she moaned in frustration. "Get it off." She growled into his ear as she fell to the floor, working desperately to unbuckle his boots. Once she had the boots off, she rose to find his outer layer off, and from there she knew what to do. She grabbed hungrily at his buckle, ripping off his belt and pulling against the heavy duty zipper of his pants. She smiled wicked at how tough it was, and how a regular girl wouldn't even be able to get him out, but Kayla wasn't any regular girl.

She finished yanking off his pants as he pulled his shirt over his head. The two almost bashed heads as she went to rip off his boxers and he reached his arms behind her to unfasten the broken bra. Finally, she leaned far enough to turn on the water of the shower, giving it a moment to heat up as Steve slowly but surely pulled down her underwear, finding them both fully naked at last.

Their guilt and awkwardness from moments ago faded away as she lept to the soldier, wrapping her strong legs around his torso as he pulled her face to his in a passionate kiss. He managed to keep her head pressed against his as he opened the shower door and carried them both in, letting the water run down their bodies. Steve hadn't realized how tired he was until that moment, because the water made him feel so awake. He continued to crush his lips against her recklessly, and she held her body steady against his stomach.

He pulled away for a moment, taking her in as the water dripped down her face, washing away the blood, sweat, and tears of the past few days. "We should get you cleaned up." He whined as he began to push her down causing her to whimper desperately.

"Noooo." She complained, hating the new position of being on the ground and not wrapped around Steve. She pushed herself against him again, but being on the ground suddenly became a treat as she felt him press against her and moan. "Shhh." She scolded playfully, holding a finger to her lip as she reached down to grab at him, eliciting quiet howl from the man.

He went to grab her hand, to pull her away, but she held onto her newfound prize tightly, throwing him a vicious glare for trying to stop her from pleasuring him. He allowed his hands to fall to his side, giving her a gentle nod as permission, then he grabbed the shampoo to clean out the blonde's hair as she went to work. It became very difficult for Steve to finish his task or be a gentleman, and he finally gave up and slammed her against the side of the shower, causing her to laugh loudly.

"Shhh! Now you are being the loud one!" He hissed, shaking his head to get her to stop, but she just went back to what she had been doing, and his head rolled back at the feeling.

"I've waited so damn long for this." She stared up into Steve's lusty blue eyes, shampoo falling from her head onto her cheek. She swiveled them around so her head was under the water and she leaned back, allowing the soap to be washed away. Steve tried to get back to his mission and started gently rubbing the gash on her head, but Kayla had a mission of her own, and she wasn't leaving this plane until she'd finished it.

"Do you want to-" Steve started, breathing heavily. The sensation was hell on his body, and he wanted to burn the polar ice caps that kept him from experiencing such a thing earlier.

"No. Not here. Not like this." Kayla answered quickly, staring at Steve with wide green eyes, "I want it to be special. But you've had a hard week."

"I threw you off a truck." Steve gasped, placing one strong hand against the side of the shower. The hot water was beginning to run out, and it was becoming cold.

"It was pretty sexy actually," Kayla whispered, licking his ear as she did. Steve finally understood why Kayla was always so hungry for sex. He knew at that moment that he couldn't live in famine anymore. He'd had his appetizer and it only made him hungrier for the main course.

"You were loud as hell," Kayla informed the panting soldier, opening the glass door to step onto the mat. The plane hit some slight turbulence and she almost lost her balance. Almost.

"I-" Steve was redder than a tomato, and had no words. Breathing was hard at that moment. He was equal parts embarrassed and liberated, and he couldn't help but think that this had started innocently enough. At least her head had been cleaned up.

"It's fine. I didn't mind." She winked, grabbing a towel from the plane's bathroom cabinet, then throwing the second one at Steve. He toweled off, then reached towards the floor to grab his boxers as he left the shower. His face stayed red as he dressed, leaving only his undershirt on with his pants and boots. He could finish getting ready when they got closer to the Tower. He then went to work helping Kayla back into her suit, as her arms were sore and it was tight. Steve cursed Tony Stark for making such a tight suit for his woman when he was just now coming down from the high that she gave him.

With a swift zip, Kayla was dressed, and she ran her fingers through her wet hair as she swung the door open, walking confidently out of the steamy bathroom back into the jet. Steve's face turned two shades darker when he saw the horrified look on Wanda's face and the stupid smirk on her brother's. Happy's eyebrows were sky high as he looked at his magazine, trying hard not to look at the couple.

When Kayla saw Wanda's expression, she simply shrugged and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "What? Wouldn't you?"