Title: Gold Rush

Pairing: CaptainAmerica-WinterSoldier-FemaleOC (poly)

First language isn't English, so please point out spelling or grammer mistakes.

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Chapter 10 part 4

By the time we reached the Captain's…I mean Steve and Bucky's place, I felt completely numb. I was pleased they fell quite in the car and didn't push me to talk. I was tired: physically, mentally and emotionally. I wasn't sure I was about to fall asleep, cry or have a panic attack. I felt relieved I hadn't gotten one but I wasn't sure that one wouldn't show his head later. It wouldn't be the first time that I got one much later after a stressful situation.

The building the two men lived in, is not your everyday New York apartment building. From the street it looked like a normal brownstone, but it had a private garage on the ground floor and the front door led to small hallway that led to a community garden. From there you could access the individual apartments by iron stairs. The garden was surrounded by a high brick wall and all the walls were covered in ivy. A stone owl looked at me from the farthest wall and beneath it was a small garden table with four chairs. For some reason there was something familiar about this garden. From the garden there were iron staircases leading up to the front doors of the apartments. There were five front doors, two apartments on each floor and the top floor was the Captain's loft. The stairs and garden were barley light, but the men seemed to know their way around the place. The stairs surprisingly didn't make any noise as the Sergeant carried me up them. I wanted to walk myself but one look from both men and I knew that was out of the question. Hadn't I just been attacked by three men, I would have felt embarrassed as the Sergeant picked me up without any trouble.

"It's not much, but it's home," Steve said when he opened the front door. He sounded nervous for some reason. My feet hurt as Bucky let me down and they touched the wooden floor, but I manage to keep that to myself. Only the Captain's name was labeled beneath the doorbell, next to the number five. Rogers. Simple, a mundane name. I wonder if any of his neighbors know who he is. Who Bucky really is. Must be strange knowing Captain America and the Winter Soldier are living above you. I felt nervous as I walked in behind Steve. This is his home, their home. This feels like I'm overstepping, even though they assured me if was no problem.

"Why didn't you pull on any shoes?" Bucky asked me while locking the door behind him. Steve turned on a few lights and I got the feeling again that I'd seen this place before.

"I wanted to grab a pair, but they started disabling my lock. I panicked," I admitted and curled my toes. They made a loud cracking sound in the silent apartment, that surprised both men. They looked alarmed at me, but I assured them it was nothing: "Just cold feet."

"I'll grab you some extra clothing," Steve said and walked up a metal staircase and disappeared into what I assume is his bedroom. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized that. I distracted myself by taking in the loft, that had the same natural rustic look as the outer exterior. There were wooden beams with a rough texture in the ceiling and the walls were all stripped, except for the kitchen area. Those walls were covered in a beautiful wooden design, with wooden cupboards. There was a spacious island between the kitchen and the rest of the living area. There were two big windows overseeing the garden, behind the television and dinner table. Nothing about this place gave away that a semi-hundred-year-old man was living here, what surprised me. I've heard my boss say on numerous occasions that the man is old school. I thought that would mean his place would have vintage wallpaper and closets or something. The only thing that reminded me of the time he was born in, was an old radio standing on the kitchen counter. Everything else was modern.

"Did he have work done to this place before he moved in?" I asked, wondering where I had seen this place before. Bucky explained that mister Stark helped Steve find this place and it clicked in my head. My boss would never look for apartments himself. He would ask me to look for something. I took in the place again and realized I had found this place. I probably still have the pictures saved on my laptop. Just find something that's different and modern. I love it when my boss gives me vague instructions. I probably showed him about thirty apartments, the first ones being a bit too different for even my boss his taste.

"Does he own it?"

"No, he pay's rent. It's rent controlled so I doubt Steve will ever move out," Bucky explained while hanging his jacket on the coatrack that was next to the front door and kicking of his shoes. I would bet my paycheck on the fact my boss probably bought this place and didn't tell the Captain. He thinks he's paying rent, but in reality, it goes to my boss and he probably just put's that money on a separate account and somehow gives it back to the man, who is none the wiser. I felt uncomfortable knowing this, but my bosses expect me to keep my mouth shut about their business, so I kept this secret to myself.

"Do you want a drink?" Bucky asked while opening a cupboard above his head in the kitchen. It was filled with bottles.

"Alcohol," I sighed, still feeling numb about what happened. Jesus, what a day! My day had been exhausting enough and then those men showed up. I had been ready to go to bed when I started texting with the Sergeant and… It suddenly dawned on me I was only wearing my pajama's underneath my jeans and sweater I had hastily pulled on. Oh great, first time in their home and I'm not even wearing a bra!

"Let me guess, strong alcohol?" the man asked me as I sat down on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. I tried to keep my thoughts from wandering to my attackers, but it wasn't easy. My heart was still beating fiercely in my chest and I could use something strong to calm my nervous so I nodded. There were some old dishes waiting in the sink and a book lay open upside down on the end table. I didn't see many pictures, but one did catch my eye. It was a group picture of the Captain and Sergeant and what I suspect are the Howling Commando's during World War II. It was a very weathered picture. I recognized most faces from my history classes, even Agent Peggy Carter. Both were covered in smudges of dirt, like they had just been in a battle.

"I have to say, you are rather calm considering everything," Bucky told me and placed a glass of whisky in front of me. Not my favorite drink, but it'll have to do. I drank it all at once and couldn't stop myself from making a face as the strong liquid ran down my throat. My voice gave away the drink had the desired effect: "The night is still young. I'm still trying to figure out if I'm going to faint or have a panic attack."

"Well in that case…" Bucky said and gave me a refill. He tried to stop me, but I managed to drink the whole glass in one go again. He chuckled as I made a face again and asked for a third refill. He shook his head and laid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his broad body: "You have nothing to fear. You're safe with us."

"I know, but that doesn't mean I can't just forget their faces," I sighed and leaned into his strong frame, his scent and the clicking of his metal arm reassured me that I was safe.

"Tell me," he said and looked at me. I was surprised: "Describe them to me. Get it out of your head."

"They spoke with a broken English accent. It sounded Eastern European, Slavic even," I explained. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the men's faces: "One had a noticeable scar on his cheek, the left cheek. His hair was dark and had a simple cut. The second had a short white beard, he was tall. He reminds me of this actor named Stephan Lang. He was older than the other two. And he had a deep voice."

"And the third one?" Bucky asked and I tried to remember his face, but all I could recall was that he seemed shorter than me.

"I'll check the street cameras in your neighborhood tomorrow and see if I can find any shots of them. I know what I'll be looking for, so try to forget about them for now," he assured me and I nodded. I wonder what was taking Steve so long. I sighed and asked if I couldn't get a refill.

"No, I don't need you all liquored up in our home. It'll be hard enough to keep my hands to myself as it is," Bucky grinned at me and I pointed out that it was technically the Captain's home. He shook his head: "Don't be mistaken ma'am, it's our home." I liked the way he said 'our home' and the idea of them living together. It just fitted and sounded right.

"Were you reading when you texted me?" I asked as we made our way to the black leather couch. It seemed like such a bachelor piece of furniture. I eyed the book curiously as I sat down. It looked like an old copy: wrinkled pages and the cover had a rather yellow tint to it. I didn't recognize the title.

"I told you, I couldn't sleep," the Sergeant responded with a smirk, but I was still to shaken up to react to it. He sat down next to me, his arm pulling my body against him. I leaned into his chest and closed my eyes for a few seconds, simply focusing on his cologne and his heart beating beneath my ear, his hand softly caressing my back. It felt peaceful. Suddenly the man chuckled. I opened my eyes and looked curious at him. He grinned guilty at me for some reason: "I guess I'm getting those cuddles after all."

I stared at him bewildered and he got nervous. Then I chuckled and I felt my body relax for the first time since he and the Captain showed up. I leaned my head against his and felt the corners of my lips turn up: "You jerk, milking the situation for all it's worth."

"You bet your ass I would," he said smugly and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and took in the feeling of his lips against my skin. They lingered far longer than necessary, but I didn't mind that one bit.

"Language," Steve's voice startled me and made me tense up. Bucky's hold on me tightened as he whispered in my ear that it's just Steve.

"Unfortunately, we don't really have anything that would fit you, but here is an extra sweater and some socks for your feet," the Captain said, his voice sounding on edge. I noticed him running his hand threw his hair and sighing, before dropping his phone on the coffee table. He handed me a sweater that would look like a dress on me and a pair of blue socks: "Thank you. Can I use your bathroom?"

The Captain nodded me to follow him. I limped a bit as my feet were still warming up and he was quick to support me. Bucky called him out on it and I smiled as the man's cheeks darkened. The bathroom was located beneath the Captain's bedroom and next to the guestroom, where I assume Bucky sleeps. I was pleasantly surprised to find the bathroom as clean as the rest of the loft. You never know with men. He cleaned the scratches on my arm and took a sample to test for DNA. Testing for DNA, it sounds so surreal. And checking street cameras? This shouldn't happen in my life. In theirs, okay, but not mine.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me while wrapping a bandage around my arm. His gentle fingers sent goosebumps up my arm and he noticed it. I met his eyes as he looks down at me: "That this is not how I envisioned my night to end."

"No, I bet you didn't. But can I tell you a secret?" he asked me and I nodded while he finishes up. He cups my cheeks gently and leans his forehead against mine: "I'm rather pleased with it ending with you here."

"You're such a punk," I told him he chuckled at the use of Bucky's nickname for him. He wants to point out his name, but I grab his shirt and meet his lips roughly. His arms crawl around my waist and he lifts me up as he deepens the kiss. His touch felt intoxicated. I run my free hand threw his hair while the other kept a hold of his shirt. His hold on my waist was so strong, it slightly bruised.

"Did you want to say something?" I asked out of breath when we pulled apart for air, but he shook his head and kissed my forehead before leaving me to my own devices. Bucky was right. It did help to describe my attackers to get them out of my head. Or maybe the captain's lips had something to do with that.

I ran my hand for the tenth time threw my hair since waking up as I walked to the front door and checked if it was locked. I don't know any of my neighbors, except for the elder lady living below us, miss Robin and actively tried to keep it that way. Most people act a bit…annoying when finding out Captain America is living in the neighborhood. I made the mistake of getting to know my neighbors in my previous place. They started bugging me almost daily with excuses to talk to me or asking favors. I ended up spending more time at our place in the Avengers compound because of it. I was fortunate enough she kept the information about me and Bucky living here to herself.

"Wipe that smug look of your face, punk," Bucky called to me from the couch without turning around. I ignored his comment and grabbed myself a drink. Times like these I really miss the ability to get drunk. Ever since Bucky woke me up, I had been feeling uneasy and I quickly realized it was her fear I was feeling. I sat down in the couch and Bucky noticed my clenched fists: "What is it, Steve?"

"Did you feel it?" I asked him and he didn't need to ask to what I was referring. He turned back to the TV but shook his head: "You know I don't have that connection anymore."

Ever since reclaiming his life and leaving the Winter Soldier behind, Bucky noticed he never felt any kind of connection to me like he used to. His mark was on his left arm and I wonder if losing it affected the connection. I can still feel him from time to time. Usually, it has something to do with having a flashback or episode, but the last time that happened was over a year ago. My mother used to tell me about her connection to my father and that she could always predict when he would come home with a gift or surprise trip he'd take her on. 'He would be so happy, thinking he could surprise me. He'd be like a schoolboy, all nervous and giddy.' I dreamed of meeting my soulmate and being able to feel the same emotions my mother could feel, happy one's. The first time I felt a connection to Bucky was when he got beaten up, protecting me from some bullies. We were still kids and we both took a good beating. We walked home, supporting each other. I told him I could take them and he just grinned at me. 'You don't have to, Stevie We can take them together.' He helped me home and we lied to my mother about what happened. She pretended to believe us and we took care of each other's wounds. I hate that when I feel them it always seems to be negative emotions.

"Did you call Stark?" Bucky asked me and flipped the channels, a knowing look on his face. I sighed and looked at him with a glare, what only made him smirk: "Told you not to call him. You shouldn't even have talked to him when I told you what she had been doing."

"He shouldn't get her involved in this Morgan business," I responded and watched as Bucky pulled out the phone he stole from one of the assailants. When Bucky told me Thursday he saw her looking into files for Stark, I asked him about it. I didn't want her anywhere near this case. Stark assured me he wasn't putting her in harm's way. No one knew she was looking into those files and yet she gets attacked two days later? He wasn't pleased with my phone call just now.

"Did you chew him out?"

"What do you think?" I sighed and wondered how I used to get along with the man, before Bucky showed up. We didn't start of great, but we managed to look aside our first impressions of each other. He is a brilliant man, who has a big heart, I'll give him that. But he sucks at teamwork and keeps information from us all the time, what makes trusting him very difficult. I know I screwed up keeping the information about Bucky and his parents from him, but the second he went after Bucky with deadly intent, I knew we would never get passed it.

"I told him to up security on her place and get her a new front door with sturdier locks," I said and the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach went away. I looked curious to the bathroom door on my left. Bucky sent me a knowing look and I knew I probably overstepped, but I would explain it and I'm sure she would understand it. It would probably make her feel safe again, so I doubt she would mind it.

"I think the rich boy will be throwing a tantrum again," Bucky responded and I was relieved he didn't tell me off for not talking to her first about Stark upping security on her place. He pulled the bullet that nearly hit both of them from his pocket. I managed to suppress a shiver running down my back as I remembered it being fired and her turning her head towards it. If Bucky hadn't stopped her, it would have hit her and…

"Stop thinking about what could have happened. She's safe and we'll deal with all of this tomorrow," Bucky interrupted my thoughts as he inspected the bullet, not evening looking up. He had this uncanny ability to read my thoughts at moments. It unnerved me sometimes.

"It's a standard Smith and Wesson bullet, so nothing interesting about that."

"I'll have Stark run a scan of it, along with the DNA samples. Maybe…"

"You sure the two of you in a room together is a smart idea?"

"Probably not, but he owes me," I said.

"This could be unrelated, you know," he said, hinting at a possible connection to us, but I didn't want to hear it. I know this is somehow Stark's fault.

"And I'm sure you'll look into that," I responded harsher than necessary. My mind was going over every possible doom scenario on how tonight could have ended. How on earth did we end up here after the pleasant evening we had. Sure, she was working, but she looked beautiful and I had her to myself for a while. Her smile and flirtatious ways, that reminded me so much of Bucky, made my heart swell. She was so quick with her words but I still managed to make her blush. I'm not losing this, now that I finally found it.

"Don't blame Stark for…" Bucky tried to reason with me, but one look made him drop the matter. Ever since Berlin and Siberia we have been on rocky terms and after the fight with Thanos we fell out again. He kept badgering me about the Sokovia accords, where we just did not see eye to eye on. I tried to stay civil with the man, but he makes it just so damn easy to snap.

"Don't blame my boss for what?" her voice made us turn our heads. My sweater was far too big on her thin frame. She walked to the kitchen counter and poured herself a drink. The sweater crawled up and showed some of her smooth stomach. Her hair was pulled in a messy bun, a few strands hanging lose, framing her face.

"Didn't I say you had enough?" Bucky saved me from my wandering thoughts. He smacked my knee, a grin hanging on his lips. I was glad she didn't see it. She rolled her eyes at Bucky while making her way over to us: "I think I deserve one more, grandpa."

"It's Bucky," he told her with his trusty smirk, that I actively avoid. I moved so she could sit between us. She smiled at me and then sent an eyeroll to Bucky as her response, what made his smirk grow even bigger. His hands tried to pull her against him, but she didn't let him and slide her arm around my neck. I knew I was probably grinning way to proudly, but I didn't care as I gently pulled her on my lap.

"How are your feet doing?" I asked to direct the conversation away from the flirtatious looks they were giving each other. I slouched back as she snuggled into my arms, her head resting against my shoulder as she sent a smirk to Bucky, who playfully slapped her leg and laid her feet in his lap. She didn't seem to be ticklish as Bucky rubbed her feet.

"Warming up, thank you for the socks," she sighed and slipped her hand into mine, our fingers gently touching in a playful manor. After a few seconds she looked up at me, a stern look in her eyes: "Now what was that about my boss?"

I tried to come up with an excuse, not wanting to spoil the mood with talk about Stark. I'm not sure I like her working for him. I tried to avoid the man as much as I can and Bucky does the same. I don't understand how she can willingly work for him. Sure, she also works for Pepper, but still… And he seems to favor her over his other assistants. The sternness in her eyes didn't lessen and I could tell she wasn't going to let this go. I sighed in defeat: "I called him. He'll go over to your place and make sure your door is replaced by something sturdier."

"I could have taken care of that myself, no need to get my boss involved," she said and I realized that her working for Stark might present as problematic at times. I didn't like the way she called him boss, so easily, even friendly, like she cared for him.

"Do you really think a new door is necessary?" she asked interrupting my thoughts and Bucky and I simultaneously said yes. She rolled her eyes, but didn't fight us over it. She snuggled into my chest and a subtitle hint of vanilla hit my nose as I nuzzled her hair: "So how did Bucky know about those guys?"

"He was keeping me up," she vaguely explained, her fingers softly stroking mine. Bucky didn't look at us but the corners of his lips went up noticeably. He didn't respond to her comment and grabbed his drink from the coffee table.

"Lucky you." It slipped out and I felt my cheeks heating up, but neither mentioned it. I was saved by Alex sighing dramatically and stating that it was rather unsatisfying, making Bucky chock on his drink. We both looked surprised at his reaction, a cheeky smile hanging on her lips: "Why Sergeant, is that a blush I see adoring your cheeks?"

"I think it is, ma'am," I told her with a grin, making him roll his eyes. Bucky isn't one to easily blush or lose his composure. Even back in the day, he was so smooth, so quick with his words and subtle touches to make the girls fall for him. He wasn't always that popular though. In high school he wasn't really interested in women, only having one girlfriend in our senior year. But it didn't last long, maybe a month.

"I didn't think it was possible Captain, we can't let him forget about this?"

"Shut up you two," Bucky told us off and shoved me. I automatically wanted to tell him to watch his language, but she beat me to it. Both grinned at me, what made me roll my eyes this time: "You two are exhausting."

She laughed into my neck and I squeezed her frame. Bucky leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, loudly enough for me to hear: "That sounds promising."

"Buck…"

"It's far too late for that kind of relaxation, Sergeant," she shot back at him. Bucky's insinuations made my pants get too tight. Her frame felt so small, so fragile in my hands. How easy it would be to hurt her, to bruise her when I loss control. I remember seeing bruises on Sharon in the mornings after when we slept together.

"And I doubt it could be labeled relaxation," she continued and leaned back into my chest. The two continued their flirtatious words directed at each other, as I kept her close against my body and took in her scent. She managed to make Bucky smile so easily. His laugh sounded like music to my ears.

"Tease," Bucky called her, both having a grin on their faces. They kept their playful banter up while I observed them. Bucky seemed to be more alive since she showed up. His shoulders weren't as rigged when he left the house and he seemed more excited about what the day could bring. And she moved so easily around him. Most people were hesitant when it came to Bucky, but she didn't seem to mind who he was. She talked to him alone, left her home to go out with him, alone. When I realized who she was, I figured I would have my work cut out for me to get her to trust him, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"Takes one to know one," she called him out.

"Are you two almost done?" I asked and a shiver ran down my spine as Bucky turned his flirtatious eyes my way. He had a glint in his eyes, the same one he had when turning his charm up with her and it made my stomach do a flip and my pants grow even tighter. She seemed to notice my discomfort and changed the conversation to the TV. She grabbed the remote and opened some streaming platform. It's late and we should go to bed, but I liked having her in my arms, so I stayed quiet. She and Bucky talked about movies that I haven't seen and she settled on one we both hadn't seen before, about a couple of assassins who meet on the job, fall in love and then their bosses turn them against each other.

"Shouldn't we go to bed?" Bucky asked when we were twenty minutes into the movie, but she confessed she wouldn't be able to sleep any time soon. I tightened my arms around her small frame to let her know she was safe here.

"I know some remedies for that…" Bucky grinned at her, but I shoved him with more force then necessary to stop his seductive way's. I was beginning to get too tired to deal with him and his way's.

"For you information, I don't sleep…" she said, but he sent her a meaningful look that made her stop. I didn't know what it meant.

"Scratch that, I don't have sex with a guy who hasn't taken me on a date," she said and he retaliated by pointing out he did take her out last weekend: "And we kind of took you away for the weekend."

She wanted to respond but stopped suddenly. She sat up straight, rigged even, seemingly lost in her thoughts. I sat up and laid my hand on her back, but she tensed up when my fingers touched her: "Alex?"

"One of the guy's had a tattoo on the inside of his left arm," she said slowly. She seemed to be remembering the design, so I pulled a notebook and pen from the cupboard next to the couch.

"It was some kind of minimalistic line art tattoo kind of thing," she said and I handed her the paper and pen, asking if she could draw it. She blinked a few times before looking at the paper. Her hand moved slowly as she drew the design. It was a triangle, with an arrow running through it. Two sides of the triangle and parts of the arrow were dotted lines and there were two different sized circles within the triangle.

"Do you remember on which guy you saw it?" Bucky asked.

"On the Stephan Lang guy," she said after a minute: "His nose was also crooked, like it has been broken but didn't heal properly."

"Do you remember anything else?" I asked, but she shook her head and slouched again. I pulled her into my body and she snuggled into me, while Bucky turned the conversation back to the movie. I could tell he was talking about the movie on purpose to distract her, pointing out errors and inconsistencies about the weapons the actors used.

The next morning when I woke up, I felt very disoriented and tired. My sleep hadn't been dreamless but I could only remember looking at my fingers and a strange feeling in them, like they were getting a small dose of electricity when they touched each other. My eyes needed time to adjust to my surroundings and my brain needed even more time to take in where I was. Right, the attack last night and the Captain and Sergeant saving me and taking me to their place. It still sounded like it happened to someone else. The Captain and I fell asleep sometime while watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. A blanket was laying over our bodies but the Sergeant wasn't around. I listened to the Captain's heart beating strongly in his chest as I remembered last night. God, what am I going to tell my friends? If my boss gets me a new door, they will defiantly notice something happened. Not to mention Brooklyn and Tess both have a spare key to my place in case of emergencies. What am I going to do tonight? I can't stay here again and it's my home! I refuse to feel unsafe in my own home! I worked my but of to create a new home for myself, where I feel happy.

The man beneath me started stirring in his sleep. Even with tussled hair and morning eyes, he still looked like the most handsome man I've ever seen. How did this happen? How did I end up being paired with someone like him? And why? People have been theorizing about how people get paired for decades. Some believe that we get paired with people who are supposed to help us in some kind of way, make us grow somehow. It sounds like a good explanation, but I don't see how I could help him, them. Or how could they help me? Shouldn't they have showed up sooner in my life? After the disastrous day that was my wedding, I spiraled down for a while. Shouldn't they have showed up then to pull me up?

"Good morning, ma'am," the Captains voice pulled me from my thoughts and I smiled at him. He looked a little bit goofy, also needing his time to wake up. I wonder where the Sergeant is? The loft sounded quiet, so I don't think he's here. Where could he have gone to?

"A good morning to you to, Captain," I replied and he leaned closer and cupped my cheek with one hand before softly kissing me. God, he's such a good kisser. I slid my arm around his neck and his other hand went around my waist, pushing me against his broad chest. He was so strong; it was rather unnerving. When we pulled apart for air, he asked me to spend the day with him.

"And do what?" I asked, my insides wanting nothing more than staying by his side, having a lovely day together. His lips left tender kisses in my neck, making me squirm.

"Whatever we want," he said and I liked the sound of that, but I wanted to go by my place as soon as possible. I wasn't comfortable with the idea of my boss, alone, at my place: "That sound promising, but I have some work I need do need to take care of today."

"It's the weekend, you don't have to work," he whispered against my neck, his voice sounding so teasingly and inviting. His nose touched my neck and I could feel his lips leave fluttered kisses behind. I couldn't stop a moan from escaping my lips: "Steve…"

"Please stay with me," he whispered, his lips teasingly brushing along my neck, up to my ear. He kept whispering in my ear, asking me to stay with him, breaking down my resolve to say no. God, the way he say's please makes me want too… My shirt crawled up as his hands slide up and down my back. He stopped moving and looked at me for approval. My heart was beating so fast and I could feel his beating beneath my fingertips. I leaned down and gently touched my nose against his. My eyes stayed focused on his lips and he noticed. He teasingly ran his tongue over his lips, before his hands slowly slide beneath my shirt and up my back. I found his lips again and he immediately deepened the kiss, making me moan. The kisses grew more heated with every passing second and I eventually pulled away to crawl on his lap and straddled his waist. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to sit up. He crashed his lips against mine. My chest fell against his and his hands stayed beneath my shirt, teasing my skin. I didn't mean for it to happen, but my hips rolled against him, making him moan. He broke the kiss. We were both breathing heavy. He looked me dead in the eye. His hands felt so warm and comforting on my naked skin. I felt on fire and we both were growing uncomfortable in certain areas. I could tell he was lost for words, but he was hesitant to continue.

"What's are you thinking?" I whispered and focused really hard on keeping my hips from moving.

"I don't want to hurt you," he confessed and I was a little bit taken aback by it. Hurt me? Of all the things I expected him to say, hurt me was not one of them. How could he…

"Sometimes…in moments of…" he seemed to read my thoughts, but found it difficult to find the words to explain himself, so I waited patiently for him to find his words, not wanting to push or make him feel uncomfortable but curious none the less.

"I forget my strength…sometimes," he admitted and looked me dead in the eye. I wanted to reassure him I would be fine, that I could take it and that I wouldn't hold it against him for it. Super strength has to come with some downsides, I guess. I cupped his face gently and pushed our foreheads together: "We can take it slow, but I should warn you that these kinds of positions are only going to stimulate me to jump you."

He chuckled, but still looked serious at me: "I'm being serious, I don't want to scare you off or anything…I just want to be honest about that."

"Do you want to continue?" I asked and to make my desire very clear, I rolled my hips against him. His eyes rolled shut and he moaned. His finger dug into my back, but it didn't hurt.

"I think you know the answer to that," he whispered when he found his composure again and looked at me. I smiled at him and kissed him softly before assuring him I would okay.

"Will you tell me to stop," he asked me and I rolled my hips again, loving the way his breath got stuck in his throat because of my actions.

"No," I said and he looked confused at me: "But I'll tell you to take it easy."

I rolled my hips against him with more force this time and he kissed me so deeply I was sure I wouldn't need much to come undone. His hands slide down my back and lifted me up, my legs latched themselves around his waist, while he walked to the stairs leading to his bedroom. Clothing got discarded on the way and I gasped as I took in the magnificent sight of his half naked form. My fingers were greedy as they slid over all those well-defined muscles. He laid me down gently on his cold sheets, but pushed hard into me. I could feel his erect member wanting to be released. My fingers fumbled with his belt in the barely lit room because the curtains were still closed. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them over my head, making me gasp again. I felt slightly embarrassed as his hungry eyes looked down my half naked form, but quickly forgot about it as his lips and tongue did wonderous things to my body. He had me gasping and moaning and I was an absolute mess by the time we were naked he asked me if I was ready for him. I nodded because I couldn't find my voice. He did his best to ease into me, but I needed time to adjust to his throbbing member. He growled into my shoulder as he slowly moved inside of me and I swear I could see stars. Sweat formed on our moving bodies. As he kept on moving, I noticed his arms were shaking and he looked far to concentrated. He was doing his best to hold back I realized. I felt flattered, but at the same time I wanted him to let go.

"Steve…more…" I said out of breath, pushing him to go harder, but he hesitated. I repeated my words and he started picking up speed. I was sure I would feel sour for the rest of the day but seeing him let go and come undone behind me was worth it. My body felt so hot and tingly with ecstasy as he pushed me over the edge. To see every muscle in his body relax felt glorious and my breath got stuck in my throat. He fell on top of me, his weight pushing me into his matrass, as I tried to catch my breath. We were both breathing heavily and just laid there for a few minutes trying to pull ourselves back together. I listened to him breathing, to the noises of the street outside: birds, cars, people shouting. I looked around his room and it had the same rustic design as the rest of the loft. The bed was placed in the middle, with a wall behind it, that was as wide as the bed. And it was quite the spacious bed. A black and white picture hung opposite the bed against the wall and it was of the city in the late forties.

"Well…I guess…I am a hypocrite after all," I said when I was confident my voice wouldn't come out sounding all squeaky or high pitched. I enjoyed the way his body felt against mine: strong and heavy, but not uncomfortable. He looked at me with a smile, but also confusion as to what I meant. I chuckled feeling a little bit embarrassed as I explained: "About having sex with a guy who hasn't taken me out on a date."

"I guess I'll have to take you out on a date today to set the record straight," he said and kissed me deeply: "We wouldn't want Bucky to call you out on it else."

"Now that you mention him, how does Bucky fit into all of this?" I was surprised about my own boldness to bring the subject up, especially now after we just ... I mean, we haven't even cleaned ourselves up. Steve looked at me confused and I wondered if I should let the matter go, but I doubt I would be courageous enough to bring it up later: "A three-way relationship isn't very common, so I'm asking how do you see this working? Is it two men seeing the same woman or is it all three equally involved with one and other or maybe even something else?"

He rolled off of me and thought about what I asked. He needed some time to think it threw, what made me nervous. I pulled the blanket over our half naked forms while he admitted that he didn't know how to answer my question.

"Well, what do you want to call him?" I asked and rolled on my side to look at him, my hands sliding beneath my head to cover myself up a little bit: "You friend or your lover?"

The way his cheeks turned almost as red as my boss his Iron man suite, told me he would need some time before comping to terms with calling his friend his lover. But his blushing did tell me he wanted to call him something more than just his friend. I was pleased with that information and my heart felt very light at the prospect of them being involved as well.

"And what do we tell the outside world?" I changed the subject, knowing enough for now: "Am I your girlfriend or…"

"Maybe for now," he interrupted me and looked conflicted about his answer: "Just for now…and later…"

"And later we'll see," I finished his sentence and he was grateful for that. He pulled me back into his arms and nuzzled my hair while I let my fingers slide mindlessly over his chest, wondering out loud where Bucky was. Apparently, the man has insomnia and wonders of if he can't sleep or wakes up super early.

"Do you think he'll be back anytime soon?" I asked and looked up at him. I wonder what he will say when he finds out about this. There's no way we'll be able to hide it from him, not that I actually want to keep it a secret.

"Probably and I'm sure he'll bring breakfast with him," Steve sighed and looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was later than I expected it to be, almost ten-thirty am. I pushed myself up and stretched my back and arms: "I guess we should get up then."

"Hmm, you're probably right," he said and sat up as well, his lips quickly finding the mark behind my ear and brushing against it. I turned to him and h looked at me with such a predatory look, I visible shivered: "But I'm not done with you, ma'am."

Oh dear God, have mercy on me. His grin made me shiver and my thighs trembled. He lifted me up again and we disappeared in the shower for a very long scrub down. In the better lit bathroom my eyes found his soul mark on his lower abdomen. I slide my fingers slowly over the mark and I felt some kind of intensified feeling of arousal in my core. I looked up surprised at him and could tell he felt it too. We didn't say anything, but he gently pushed me against the shower wall and we let the new feeling grow. By the time we were downstairs, washed and clothed, we were both famished. Luckily Bucky came home quickly after that, carrying two bags with breakfast from down the street. He took one look at us, sitting at the kitchen counter sipping coffee and could tell something was up. I managed to keep my face even when he called us out on it, but the Captain was a little less posed.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, eyeing us both. I stayed focused on my coffee, but he kept his gaze on me. He walked over to me while Steve took the bags and started grabbing plates and cutlery. The Sergeants arm slide around my neck and he pulled me close against him. His nose teasingly touched my neck and as it slides up, I could tell he was smelling me. A grin slipped on his face and he whispered in my ear: "Someone smells way to clean."

"It was needed," I answered and was proud that I managed to keep an even face as I looked at him. Steve was doing everything he could to avoid Bucky and his questionary looks, but his shoulders grew more rigid with every passing second. Luckily for him, the Sergeant didn't call him out on it. He turned back to me and whispered in my ear: "To bad, you smelling like Steve sounds very enticing."

I looked him dead in the eye and boldly said: "Right back at ya."

The man grinned at me and we both looked at the Captain, who turned around and gulped when he saw our grinning faces. He excused himself to pull himself together, making the Sergeant laugh, but he didn't say anything else. He sat down next to me at the counter and we continued pulling everything out of the bags. The scent of bacon was almost making me drool.

"Somehow I feel cheated," Bucky told me while I poured him a coffee. I wanted to respond but the Captain beat me to it, sounding like he found his composure again: "Snooze you lose, jerk."

Bucky winked at me behind the Captains back, who playfully smacked the man's head and said he saw that, making me chuckle. He gave us a refill with coffee and tried to grab a piece of bacon of the Sergeants plate, who tried to stab him with his fork: "Get your own bacon."

Eggs, bacon, pancakes, croissants and donuts covered the counter. I could get used to a breakfast like this. I'm going to need it after this morning's strenuous activities. Damn my legs and other areas are sore.

"So, about your plans for today…" Steve asked again and I chuckled realizing that that was the question that led to… Damn, I can't believe that happened.

"I might have some time for you today, but I do have some work I need to take care of. And I have been blowing of my friends lately because of work, so I'm inviting them over tonight," I told him, remembering I had those files from miss Pots I needed to look threw, because I was meeting Camille on Monday to plan the New Year's party. I wanted to go through it all today so I could start doing resource on the Starks wedding on Sunday. I can't forget to plan in a dinner with my boss to talk about that.

"What work do you have to do?" Bucky asked and I told them about my boss his great idea to throw a New Year's party for the company and that I had to work with my nemesis, Camille. They chuckled as I complained about her and Thalia and they entertained me with little snippets about their colleagues. I especially liked hearing how Natasha is secretly the motherly type. I watched them eat with big eyes, as they told me stories about the redhead. They ate so much but I guess that's because of the serum. Their metabolism works much faster and needs more nutrition's than the average human. I remember Steve telling me he needs to hit the gym every day to get rid of the extra energy. Remind me to never cook for them.

When we were done with breakfast, they took me home and I was surprised to find a completely new door in my doorway and a new set of keys was dropped in my mailbox. It amazed me how fast you can get something done if you are rich and famous. The door had an extra set of security measures and on my kitchen counter was a small phone, with a note attached to it. The handwriting was very familiar and it simply said 'Friday'. I didn't know how I felt about having the I.A. in my home. It felt like overkill and very evasive. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling I had, knowing my boss was here without me. I received a text message form him, telling me to meet him on Monday at his place before heading to the office. What could that be about?

Bucky and Steve stayed at my front door while I changed into something else. They were adamant on taking me out, so I agreed but I wanted to swing by my place to change into something more appropriate. My place was a mess. The files on last night's guest were everywhere and makeup and hair accessories were laying around. Steve noticed the old record player standing on my end table and asked about it, but I dodged the question and he let it go. We went to Riverside Park and it amused me to see them walking around with their caps and sunglasses, even though the sun wasn't shining. We ate ice-cream and talked about my days at university and Bucky talked about Wakanda. I wonder what the country's history is like. I doubt any archeologists were ever allowed within their borders to study their hidden treasures. We walked for two hours before buying lunch and eating it on the steps of Grant's Tomb. It was almost Halloween, but the temperature was nice if you wore a jacket.

By the time they dropped me of home, it was much later in the day then I had wanted to come home, but they were just so easy to talk to and smooth as hell. They easily switched between holding my hand or pulling me into their sides. We sticked mostly to the smaller deserted paths of the park, where we didn't run into too much people. They could hear someone approaching and would pull away from me to make sure no one saw anything. We just looked like three people walking in the park.

I texted my friends during the day, inviting them over for pizza and a movie. Michael and Brooklyn were quick to offer to bring beer and Tess was also coming, saying she had big news. Hillary was visiting her parents upstate, so she declined. They asked questions about my new door, but I managed to lie my ass off to them. The pizza guy arrived at just the right time so they let the matter go. We watched Ocean 8 and I let the boys complain about it, saying the original movies are much better, pissing Tess of, who is a huge Sandra Bullock and Cate Blanchett fan.

"What is this big news you were going to tell us, Tess?" I asked her when the movie was done. Brooklyn went online to download the original Ocean's movie. I didn't mind, because I didn't want them to leave just. Their humors banter and noise kept my mind from wondering back to last night.

"I quite yesterday," she said and the three of us looked at each other for a second before saying 'hallelujah'. She rolled her eyes at us: "Yeah, I know. It was probably long overdue."

"Just a bit, but I'm glad to hear you're free of that family Tess," I said and changed Michael out of my small kitchen. He has a bottomless stomach and always goes in search for more food. I pulled out a bag of chips for him and reminded him to share with us.

"Yeah, they didn't deserve you. Why are rich parents such asshole?" Michael asked and we all looked at Brooklyn, who comes from a very wealthy family. He was mostly raised by nannies, so he sometimes offers Tess an insight to what it's like for a child being raised by a stranger, because their parents have no time for them. Kai was also raised by nannies, but that was because his parents died when he was little and his grandfather couldn't be bothered with raising him himself.

"Don't look at me," Brooklyn said and opened another beer, while I gathered the empty pizza boxes and Tess grabbed a bowl from my cupboards and told Michael to fill it with the chips. He reluctantly did as he was told and Tess sent me a knowing look. That bag would have been empty by the time we started the second movie, had she not told him to share with us.

"So, what will you do now Tess?" Brooklyn changed the subject We all knew he didn't like to talk about his parents and he avoided having contact with them as much as he could. Only on birthdays and holiday's he called them and maybe once or twice he visited them. They aren't just rich, they are Richie Rich rich. According to him, they live on a different planet and he doesn't want to be a part of that. He has two older brothers, who are perfect images of his parents, so the family mostly ignores him. He lives in a nice apartment that his parents bought for him, but he pay's all his own bills. He works construction, mostly placing new kitchens in houses and apartments on the upper side.

"I guess I'll be jobhunting, again," Tess sighed and turned to me, asking if I knew any good families who were in search for a nannie. I shook my head and we started talking about the Stark event of last night. They asked about the guests I met and if their favorite celebrities had been attending. I was reminded of Berry Doppler and the strange handsome man who saved me, but I didn't tell them about that. I also didn't tell them about what happened after the gala and the Captain and Sergeant saving me.

"Olivia Wilde was at this event? Why didn't you invite us? She's such a babe!" Michael asked me when I told them about the guests that were at the event. I ignored the way he called the woman a babe, knowing he wasn't a bad guy. Most of his friends are women, so he's rather adapt at dealing with our sex and the drama's we like to put on the table. The same can be said about Brooklyn. He was one of Kai's best friends and they were very tight. Michael filles the hole Kai left behind, but other than him, the man doesn't have any real guy-friends. He just goes along with Michael and his friends when they go out without us, but Tess and I know he prefers our company to theirs.

"Was Taylor Swift there? Please tell me she wasn't there. We are so not friends anymore if she was there and you did not tell me about it," Brooklyn threatened me, but I shook my head: "No she wasn't there. I don't think she was even invited."

"On a totally different subject, but what are we doing for Halloween?" Tess asked when she got bored with the subject and I was grateful for the rescue. These boy's can be exhausting with their noisy questions.

"I was thinking about throwing a party at my place. You guys are only invited if you dress up for it," Brooklyn said and this time I rolled my eyes. Knowing Brooklyn, he would prefer to see a bunch of women in slutty nurse and super hero costumes. That actually gave me an idea for a great costume.

"Can I bring a friend?" I asked and the others looked at me way too quickly. I never brought someone into our group. Hell, I don't even have any friends outside of these guy's and Hillary, not that I need more. So, their surprised looks weren't all that surprising: "She's just a friend, around our age."

"Is she pretty?" Michael asked and Tess an di both rolled our eyes at the same time. Of course, that's the only thing that matters to these boys. Sometime is wonder what their soulmates must be like. They remind me of frat boys, but they know where the line is and understand the concept of consent very well. They are quite decent guys. If we go out, they look after us, if they meet a girl and she get's sick, they'll make sure she get's home safe etc.

"Yes, and funny and smart and a bit snarky. You'll love her, I promise," I assured the man and they said I could bring my friend. I wonder if Wanda would actually accept my invite. I can't wait to see their faces when they see Wanda walk in. They would never stand a change with her. They would also be way to intimidated by her powers to even try and make a move on her.

"Who is this friend you want to bring?" Tess asked me curiously, behind the guy's back: "Your new girlfriend maybe?"

I grinned and she shook her head: "Alex and her good friend the witch, it sounds like a tale as old as time."