Morning Run

(Scarlet POV)

I'm getting ready when I hear a knock at my bedroom door, I'm only half dressed so I put a rode on and opened the door slightly, it's Steve.

"About ready?" He asks me.

"Yeah, just give me a minutes...I will say at least your on time." I tell him before slamming the door.

I walk out a few minutes later, I'm wearing my running gear, capri yoga pants and a green tank top, I see Steve eying down my cleavage...I would have told him off but I was a bit to busy looking down at him, he too was wearing workout gear...God his shoulders are massive!

"You don't have to come with me, I think I can go run without you." I tell him.

"I need to come with you." He firmly says.

"Fine, it was worth a shot." I give up. I go running on the same trail everyday, it's always quiet and no one else is around and I always have the best view of the sunrise coming up. I look over and I tell Steve is really holding back. "You can go up ahead, don't let me stop you."

"This isn't about me, this is about you...and what if something were to happen to you if I went too far?" He asks me.

"I doubt anyone is going to hurt me out here...I've never had a problem."

"Yet...and I'm going to make sure it stays that way." He sternly replied.

It's silent for a few minutes, "how long have you been a bodyguard?" I ask.

"...Not long." He only says.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I haven't been a bodyguard that long."

"Then how do I know your any good? I mean I didn't hire you remember?"

"Just because I haven't been a bodyguard that long doesn't me I don't know what I'm doing."

"What did you use to do?" I hesitantly ask.

"I can't tell you." He quickly answers, he starts looking around for some reason. "Do you go on on the same route every day?" He suddenly asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You need to mix it up a little, not go the same way all the time."

"There you go again telling what to do...I can do whatever I want." I snap.

"I'm not telling you what to do, you don't have to listen to anything I say...I'm only suggesting it." He snaps back.

"Why? What's the big deal anyway?" I curiously asked.

"Because people can easily follow your routine...know exactly where your going to be...and that could be extremely dangerous." He explains.

"...Maybe you have a point." It kills me to say this, he gives me a smug smile, "oh don't look at me like that." I roll my eyes.

"So...how is his arm by the way?"

"Scott?" I asked as he nodded, "...It's perfectly fine..." I heavily sigh, I'm still pissed at that, I see him smirk. "And don't you ever think you can pull that kind of stunt again, he can come whenever he wants."

"And that won't be until your next concert."

"You don't know anything about him...or us." I snap again as I stop.

"Then why doesn't he come to the house or you two talk on the phone?"

"We...talk on the phone...why do you even care?"

"I don't." He quickly responds.

"He's a good guy...and I don't need to defend him to you." I walk past him.

"But you are right now..." He smugly replies as he catches up to me.

"Because your making him out to be a gold digger or something and he's not...he doesn't even ask for money."

"I just know if I'm dating someone I give them flowers, walk with in the morning...be with them at every moment I can." I'm at loss for words, I don't know what to say.

"He...he does do that."

"...Then why isn't he here?" He slowly asked.

"It's not like he's going to get up at 7 in the morning, leave his house and run with me."

"...I would." He looks directly into my eyes.

"...Well that's you...it doesn't mean he's a bad guy."

"Your right...maybe he is a good guy and you two will last." He finally accepts.

"Thank you." As we're running a car drives up behind us and Steve quickly puts a hand on my lower back and changes our positions, he has me go on the inside of the road, the car keeps going. He did that without even a second thought...maybe he is good at this, the rest of the run was in silences.

We get back to the house and the second I walk in the door there's Scott, "Uh babe, there you are! I've been waiting for you for an hour." He spoke as he saw me.

"Scott...hey" I say as I hug him, I give Steve a look that says "see."

"Hey babe...can we talk for a minute...alone." He asked as he looked at Steve.

"Sure."

We go in the other room, "You'll never believe it Scarlet, I got a part on a soap opera!"

"Your kidding? That's great."

"Yeah, going to be on full time for a year and my manager said once my contract is up the offers are going to go through the roof."

"I'm so happy..." I start to say and am about to hug him but he stops me.

"And that's why we need to break up." He quickly blurts out.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just don't have time for a girlfriend right now...plus...I kinda got what I wanted."

"So...you were with me to get famous." It wasn't a question but a statement...a realization.

"Sorry but...yes...you helped me get a lot of exposure...and let's be honest, I helped you out too...we became the hottest couple, no one could shut up about us." He coldly answered.

I just start cackling, "you helped me out? I never needed you...everyone is still going to talk about me...and you...you really think your going to make it? Scott you don't have the talent to make it...you'll come crawling back in a few months...now get out."

"God you really are a piece of work." He says as he begins to walk out of the room.

"And your a fucking asshole." I spoke out very loud. "Bodyguard throw him out."

"No...I can do that myself." He's still terrified of Steve, he quickly leaves.

It's quiet for a few seconds, "Scarlet..." Steve starts to say.

"I don't want to hear it." I coldly reply. I go directly to my room and I refuse to cry, I hear someone knock at the door. "What?" I snap.

"...Hey." I hear behind me, it's Steve.

"Did I say you come in?...You heard everything?" I ask.

"Yeah." He slowly answered.

"Well I don't need you to rub it in my face, now get out."

"I wasn't going to...I came to apologize."

"Don't...I don't need your pity." I coldly reply.

"I'm not pitying you I just..." He exhales, I can tell he's trying really hard to not get upset...I don't exactly make it easy. "I came off a little strong...that night at the concert yes I was mad at you but...something just didn't seem right about him...and I hate those kinds of guys...so I guess I took it out on you." He explains.

"Whatever...I'm not shedding tears for that asshole."

"Good."

"It's not like I need your approval." I roll my eyes.

"I wasn't...I was just agreeing with you."

"Well don't, I don't need you to agree with me." I snap.

"Fine...God are you always such a..." He starts to snap back.

"What?" I aggressively ask.

"Are always such a wonderful boss?" He very sarcastically answered before leaving my room.

I don't know why I can't have a civil conversation with him, just being around him makes me so...irritable...and I get hot and bothered...what's wrong with me?

(Steve POV)

After leaving Scarlet's room he's heated, he was just trying to apologize, he felt bad with what happened, he knew that Scott guy was no good but no one deserves to be dumped like that and that's what he was trying to tell her but she always has to open her big mouth and get him mad. He walks downstairs.

"Steve, I heard what happened with Scarlet and Scott, is she okay?" Tom asked him.

"Yeah, she's just cooling off in her room." Steve calming answered.

"She's not too upset or anything?"

"...Well yeah she's upset but..." Steve starts to say.

"She has a show tonight, will she be able to preform?"

"Tom you'll have to ask her that, not me." Now Tom was irritating him.

"You've got to make sure she stays happy...she's can't have any distractions...I let it slide and stuck up for you when you threw Scott out so I expect you to return the favor...we can't let anything like that happen again."

"My job is to protect her, that's it."

"And part of that is making sure she can preform...now make sure she's on time." Tom demands.

"Yes sir." Steve reluctantly agrees.

It's pissing off Steve how Tom hasn't even once mentioned the investigation after that first day or even asked about any more threats, he just flat out doesn't care.

(Scarlet POV)

We arrive at my concert, Steve helps me out of the limo and has me close to him, pushing back the photographers like usual, he's so big and broad, I feel so tiny compared to him! I have to admit when he's holding my side and keeping me close I do feel safe...it's like I know he won't let anything happen to me and right now with my break-up with Scott it feels good to know that but I will never tell him that. I finally get to my dressing room and only Steve comes in.

"God, it's crazy out there." I sigh, I'm already sweating from all that body heat.

"Yeah...how do you put up with that?" He asks me.

"It's part of the job I guess...I mean I've been around it since I was 12." I tell him.

"Are you going to be able to perform tonight?" He slowly asks me.

"Yeah, I told you I'm over him..." I answer, I'm trying not to snap at him.

"But you still did just have a break up...don't you just want to take a couple of days for yourself?" He again asks me, I'm actually quite shocked by this.

"...I don't have time to take a couple of days for myself...my fans are counting on me."

"And I'm sure your fans will understand."

"I have to go out there...now your distracting me...get out." I snap.

"Fine." He leaves the room.

I know that was harsh of me but he was annoying...no one has ever been concerned about my feelings...and I'm sure Tom told him to keep me happy, he doesn't want to lose his precious job. It's not like he really cares how I feel.

I'm finishing getting dressed, I'm wearing a black and red very short skirt, matching spaghetti strap top, fishnet stockings and very long boots, they go all the way up to my thighs. I'm looking in the mirror that's on the door fixing my hair. As I grab the handle the door suddenly opens and Steve blurts in, he almost knocks me over but he catches me and our bodies are completely connected, my hands are on his arms.

"Bodyguard watch where your going!" I breathless spoke out.

"Sorry...are you okay?" He asks me slowly, I see his eyes trailing down me, it makes my whole body tingle.

"...Yeah...I guess I'm okay." I reply just as slowly...God his hard body against me feels amazing!

"...That's what your wearing out there?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I start to snap.

"Nothing...you look amazing." I quickly shut up.

"...Oh...thank you..." Neither his or my hands have moved. "Why were you coming in here anyways?" I move my leg slightly that's between his legs and I can just barely feel his hardness.

"...To let you know the show was ready." He closes his eyes for a second, I think he's doing everything he can to not moan or make a noise.

"...Oh...okay." I smile.

He suddenly let's go of me and steps back, "you better get out there...I'll be right at the curtain." He tells me.

"Okay."

The whole show I couldn't concentrate...I could still feel his body all over me! I'll be honest I've had a lot of boyfriends in my life and a lot of sexual partners but...I've never had an amazing orgasm. Sure I've climaxed and it feels good but I'm talking about the speechless, can't breathe...toes curling...mind blowing orgasm...and I've always wanted to feel that but it's just never happened for me and I think I felt it in that tiny...small moment. God the man doesn't even have to get me naked and I'm getting wet over him...how does he even do that? Just keep singing...and don't you dare look at him!

(Steve POV)

That moment in the dressing room got to him and as Steve is watching Scarlet perform he can't help but skim down to her legs, the curve of her back or ass, he sighs in frustration in himself...he has to stay focused but he just can't stop thinking about the way her body felt against him, how her breasts pressed up against his, her leg grazing him, she might not even know but she arched her lower back that made her ass puff out more and it took every fiber of his being to not just grab it.

Steve has had sex in the past, he slept with several women during his USO days, not that he's proud of it but at the time he was so shy, inexperienced and in way over his head. He stopped all together when he reconnected with Peggy but that sadly was short lived due to going into the ice and ever since he woke up he hasn't had time to be with someone...at least anyone he has feelings for. He didn't think he could ever connect with someone again so he chose to dedicate himself to being Captain America and after he went on the run he dedicated his life into finding and stopping Hydra. He's not just going to sleep with a random women just because he's horny...that's just not him but with Scarlet...she makes him think dirty...naughty thoughts that he has to force himself to shake off...this has never happened to him, not even with Peggy. But how can he have all these thoughts about a woman he can't stand? Every time she opens her mouth, rolls her eyes or calls him Bodyguard drives him crazy and he stands by what he said to Fury about her, she's rude, entitled and a spoiled brat. So why is there this intense energy between them...or at least he thinks it's mutual...but maybe it's not...maybe she felt absolutely nothing but why does it matter? It's not like it's ever going to happen between them, he's here for one purpose only and that's what he's going to do and he doesn't have time to be distracted!

The next day he goes into the kitchen and Rachel is in there.

"Morning Steve." She smiles.

"Wow someone actually called me Steve." He grins as he pours himself and Rachel a cup of coffee, she giggles as she takes the cup from him.

"Yeah...she can be a tough cookie."

"Making Scarlet her breakfast?" He asks her as he takes a sip.

"Yep, same thing every day." She answers as she continues setting up her tray with a hard boiled egg, toast and yogurt.

"That's it?" He wonders as he looks at the tray.

"Yeah, she's on a pretty strict diet."

"I've noticed she doesn't eat very much." Steve mentioned.

"Yeah...oh don't worry, she doesn't have an eating disorder or anything...well not anymore at least...when her father was her manager he put her on a VERY strict diet and even though he doesn't work for her anymore I think that mindset is still there." She tells him.

"How long ago was that?" He asks.

"Let's see...4 years ago...please don't tell her I told you this."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he smiles. "Speaking of Scarlet...I was just wondering...do you know of anyone that she may have fired recently?" He asks her.

"...Not that I can think of."

"Has anyone talked bad about her...like they wanted to quit or they were angry with her?" He again asks.

"No...why are you asking this?" She gives an uncomfortable giggle.

"Oh...no reason."

"Are you thinking about quitting? Please don't...I know she doesn't think she needs you but she does...she'll figure it out soon."

"No, I wasn't going to quit, I was just curious I guess." He tries to play it off like it's no big deal.

"You know...your the only one she acts that way with."

"I highly doubt that." He rolls his eyes.

"No seriously, she's actually pretty nice...I guess she's had too many bad bodyguards."

"I guess so."

"Well, I better go give this to her." She says as she picks up the tray.

"Oh here, I'll take it to her." He offers.

"That would be great thanks, I have to pick up her dry cleaning."

"No problem." He smiles as he leaves the kitchen.

He goes to her door and knocks on it, "oh thank God, I'm starving..." He hears Scarlet say through the door. She opens it up and she's wearing a dark purple silk pajama set, the bottoms are so short they barely cover her asscheeks and her top is spaghetti strap that shows a lot of cleavage. "Bodyguard...(covers herself) what are you doing here?"

"You know, you can just call me Steve."

"Nope, I like bodyguard." She confidently states.

"That's what you were to bed?" He can't help but grin.

"Yes...and if I had known it was you I would have covered up more...where's Rachel?"

"She had to get your precious dry cleaning...breakfast." He lifts the tray up higher so she can see he's holding it.

"Yeah...bring it in." She orders.

"Please would be nice."

"Fine, please." She says snippy.

He walks in her room and goes to her table in the middle of the room, she smells her food after he puts it down.

"Just the way I like it." I inhale the scent.

"You should eat more." He suggests.

"Thanks for your input but I'm fine, that's how I look like this." Points to her body.

"...Your crazy, you don't even need to do that...your body is perfect." He blurts out, he mentally hits himself.

"Thanks but that's why I look like this." She can't hide her smile. "That's the sacrifices you have to make in this business...if I went out there looking one pound bigger I will never hear the end of it.

"Well they're crazy...you shouldn't have to kill yourself for people that doesn't give a shit." He points out.

"It's easy for you to say...you don't have millions of people judging you every day...waiting for you to make one mistake so they can spread it for the whole world to see."

"...You'd be surprised." He knew exactly what it felt like.

"...Can you like go so I can eat." She had to get him out of there...it was getting a little to tense.

"...Yeah...I'll be back for your run." He tells her before leaving her room.

Author Notes: A lot happened in this chapter, Scott's gone and revealed his true colors and there was a lot of tension!