Yay! Another! I'm a little iffy on this one, but just tell me what you think.
xxvampirebitexx: You are way to sweet! I'm so glad you like the story, and I hope you continue to like it!
Stargazer1364: You and me both. I would love to have a dad like Tony. Okay, maybe not completely like him, but as protective as he is. And we'll get to TWS soon enough. Don't worry.
Steve and I spent the next few weeks setting up the guest room. My dad paid for everything, saying it was a housewarming gift. Steve and I settled into a routine, not taking long to get ourselves settled in. When he was home, and wasn't on a mission, he'd get up early, go for a run, and I'd have breakfast ready when he came back. Then I'd work on getting him as caught up as I could, sometimes taking him out to go do stuff. Part of my dad's housewarming gift was a new Audi, which kind of stuck out, parked on the street, but that was okay. I was living with Captain America for goodness sakes.
So far we'd been able to keep ourselves hidden from the press, but I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out, granted my dad didn't let it leak first. I always made sure we kept ourselves disguised when we went out, both for my privacy and his.
Steve and I had gotten more and more comfortable with each other as the weeks went on. Kissing me on the cheek had become a regular thing, as did wrapping his arm around me when we watched TV together. He was still a complete gentleman, but I knew things were progressing, and I was okay with that.
Steve had been away all week, and I had been binging on take out, not wanting to cook for just myself. So when he called, saying he'd be home tonight, I ran out to the store to get something for dinner. I decided on spaghetti and meatballs to keep it easy on myself. I didn't see it until I was in the checkout line, staring at one of the stupid gossip magazines. There, on the front cover was my name, with a picture of me and Steve when we went out a week ago before his mission. You couldn't see Steve's face, but it was definitely me.
"Skye Stark's New Guy?" The headline said.
I snatched the magazine off the rack, throwing it in with my groceries, hoping to get out of there before anyone noticed me. I drove back to Steve's apartment, lugging the groceries up the stairs in one trip, not wanting to stay on the street for too long. Steve still wasn't back, the apartment unusually silent, like it was when he was gone. I worried about his safety a lot, not wanting him to come back battered, or in a body bag. I wasn't sure what I would do if he died.
I had been having nightmares again, every time I tried to sleep, some horrible vision would plague me and I'd end up a sweaty, shaky mess in the morning. I tried everything, even stealing one of Steve's shirts out of the laundry to sleep with, but nothing worked. The nightmares would still come, and I'd end up a mess.
The sound of the door opening tore me from my thoughts, the heavy thump of Steve's shield hitting the floor echoing from the doorway.
"Hey." Steve said, putting his bag down by the table before wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He smelled, but I didn't care. I buried my face in his shirt regardless. "Smells good." He said, leaning down to kiss me, before straightening up.
"Go take a shower. It'll be ready when you get out."
Steve went to shower as I finished up dinner, piling one plate full of spaghetti, and the other a tenth of the way full compared to the other. I knew Steve would be hungry, and I had enough food to hopefully fill him up. I moved the dishes to the table, the bathroom door opening as soon as I had everything ready. Steve came out in a t-shirt and sweatpants, water still dripping from his hair as he tried to towel it dry, tossing the towel in the laundry room before coming over to the table.
"It looks great." He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek before sitting in his chair. "I'm starving."
"I knew you would be." I said, sitting in my spot on his right.
We ate mostly in silence, Steve telling me everything he could about his mission, which was pretty vague, since they were all classified missions. He'd been working a lot with Nat, who had been over a couple times for dinner since I'd moved in. I trusted her to keep him safe, and she trusted him to keep me safe.
After dinner, Steve went straight to bed, exhausted after such a long trip. I didn't blame him, heading that way myself not long after I finished cleaning the kitchen. I was tired from the emotional toll that Steve being away caused. I literally passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, not even bothering to pull my blankets over me.
I was laying next to Steve in his bed. We were both on our backs, our shoulders touching.
'What are we Steve?' I asked, looking up at the ceiling.
'What do you mean?' He asked, turning to look at me.
'I mean, we were friends I guess, and then we're kind of dating, but we're also roommates, and...I don't know.'
He was silent for a moment, and I was scared I'd said the wrong thing. 'What do you want us to be?' He asked finally.
It was my turn to be silent. Did I say just friends? Or did I spill my feelings to him and risk him telling me to get out? 'I care about you.' I finally said. 'More than I should, probably, but I don't care. Every time you leave on a mission, I'm scared you won't come back. I'm scared every phone call is Nat telling me you're dead, or its SHIELD telling me you're MIA, or you were kidnapped. But I can't stay away. Ever since the first time you kissed me, I've known there's something between us. There's a connection, unlike anything I've ever felt. It almost feels like...'
'Like magic?'
'Yes. Exactly.' I turned my head so I was looking at him finally. Even in the dark I could still see his eyes shining. 'And I don't ever want it to end.'
He cupped my cheek, leaning forward to kiss me. 'Good. Because I don't want it to either.'
I rolled on my side, our kiss becoming more and more heated. For being on ice for 70 years, he still knew what he was doing. Or I was just inexperienced. That could have been it too.
Steve rolled over so he was hovering over me, his firm body pressing against mine. 'Tell me you'll be my girl.' He whispered against my lips before pulling away so he was looking down at me. 'Tell me you'll be mine.'
I smiled, lacing our fingers together. 'I'm yours. Forever.'
