That was the first time Steve resented his catch phrase. When he was getting his ass kicked by a guy twice his size in a back alley somewhere in Brooklyn, Steve could get up and fight all day. When he took punch after punch from an enhanced, world dominating Nazi, he could take the hits all day without breaking. When Steve stood amongst the Avengers, battling an alien army from outer space with their advanced technology, he was really thankful that he could keep going all day, because the fate of the human race literally depended on it. However, after two hours and seven of Brooklyn's orgasms later, Steve had to give up for the first time in his entire life.
"I'm so sorry, but I'm falling asleep." Brooklyn muttered as Steve literally carried her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She leaned against him, curling her head against his collarbone, "You can keep going while I'm unconscious, I give you permission."
"No. God no." Steve stammered as he set her down on the side of his bathtub, kneeling in front of her with a glass of water, "I'm fine. Really. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so, but ask me tomorrow. If I wake up." She slurred, her eyes drooping from exhaustion. She leaned forward and collapsed against Steve, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck, "You're wonderful."
"Will you have sex with me again?" Steve laughed as he stroked her matted hair.
"Honestly, if I could, I'd do you for a living." She laughed loudly and Steve shook his head, realizing she was practically drunk off her ecstasy. So, he kissed her softly and carried her back to bed, carefully laying her down and pulling the covers over her.
"Do you want pajamas?"
"No, this is fine." Brooklyn answered softly as she clutched the pillow and stretched her legs, "Can I be honest?"
Steve heard the nervous tone in her voice and knew whatever was coming next wasn't going to be a compliment, but he'd take any and all critiques she wanted to offer him, "Of course, Sweetheart."
"Your bed isn't very comfortable." She grumbled, closing her eyes, and smiling into her pillow, "Although, once you get in it, I think it might get better."
"Oh, do you?" Steve said as he pulled on a pair of boxers. "How so?"
"I just think you'll be comfy to sleep on."
He crawled into the covers and stretched his arm to turn off the lamp, plunging them into darkness. Steve settled onto his back and Brooklyn tucked herself against him, slinging her arm across his stomach as her cheek found its spot where his shoulder melded into his chest. "Is this better?"
"It's the best." She admitted breathlessly, letting out a slight laugh, "I just can't believe I'm here… with you. I never would have thought back at the Retreat that we'd end up here." She paused, tilting her head slightly so she was facing up at him, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, Sweetheart."
"You, uh, ever finish with a woman before?"
Steve's face turned hot so fast he was sure she could feel it, "I, uh, well-"
"Because I know at the Retreat you finished yourself, so I was just wondering. For future reference."
Steve lifted his head to stare down at Brooklyn, "How did you know?"
"I heard you in the shower." She answered simply, running one hand across his abs while the other played with his hair. "Oops."
"Well, it goes both ways." Steve scoffed and Brooklyn sat up to stare at him in horror, causing him to laugh heartily, "I wasn't going to say anything, but you brought it up."
"What did you hear?"
"Nothing I didn't hear tonight." Steve teased, but Brooklyn's eyes were narrowed down at him, more alert and focused than they'd been in hours. Steve shrugged, stretching out his shoulders as Brooklyn continued to wait for an answer, "Might have heard a name... once or twice."
Her eyes grew when his laughter came out as kind of a wheeze, trying not to laugh at her but struggling, "I thought you were sketching out by the lake."
"I'm sorry that I came in for a cup of water and heard you in the bedroom. Could have joined you." Steve reached his arm up and ran his fingers through her long hair, "So, were you ever gonna tell me how you felt about me?"
"No." Brooklyn said bluntly as she laid back down, finding her spot on Steve's chest but not being happy about it. "I didn't have feelings for you. I was attracted to you. Those are two vastly different things." She sighed as Steve continued to run his fingers through her hair, carefully working his calloused fingers through her soft strands to get the tangles out, "I was trapped in the woods with the sexiest man alive and he wasn't interested in banging me, I had some pent up sexual energy, okay?"
"Well, you insisted on wearing that tight-ass catsuit day and night, I'm surprised you didn't realize I had a permanent erection."
Brooklyn 'pffed' loudly as she folded into Steve's side, laughing as she pressed her fingers into his ribs, "I was trying so hard not to look."
"We could have been doing this all this time?" Steve said before pressing a kiss to Brooklyn's forehead, "I guess better late than never."
"Yeah…" She sighed, "You never answered my question."
"No. I haven't. Just kind of assumed there wasn't anything there before. Plus, the women wanted out the second I either opened my mouth to make conversation, or if I made them… you know."
"Leave?"
"Orgasm."
"Ohhhh, yeah, that makes sense." Steve noticed Brooklyn's eyes were beginning to droop again, her second wind dwindling fast. "It's from your heightened stamina. Great in battle, not so great in bed. Well, not bad in bed, but, we need to be more on the same energy level."
"We shouldn't have to worry about it." Steve grumbled while he stroked Brooklyn's back. He wasn't tired, but he was ready to rest. He felt as ease for the first time in ages, like he was finally home.
"I'll think of something," Brooklyn yawned, and Steve could tell he wouldn't hear much more from her, "Goodnight, Darling."
"Goodnight, Sweetheart." Steve answered gently, turning to rest his chin on her head. He could feel her breathing become heavier as she fell asleep, her naked body pressed against Steve's in every way possible. He could feel her heartbeat against his side, and the steady rhythm eased him into slumber behind her.
The first rays of light that struck Steve's bedroom window caused the soldier to start to wake. He hummed quietly as he stretched out his long legs, feeling Brooklyn's soft skin brush against his as he moved. Steve slowly opened his eyes to see Brooklyn still sound asleep beside him. Her arm was latched onto his stomach with an iron grip, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were having a worrisome dream.
He considered waking her up to make sure she was okay when he heard her make a quiet whimper, but she just held him tighter and pressed her cheek harder against him. Steve turned his head just enough to reach her and kissed the crown of her head before closing his own eyes. He wouldn't sleep again, but he'd happily spend the next several hours holding his sleeping dame. Steve's thumb ran up and down the arm that held him tightly, but Brooklyn still didn't wake.
This gave Steve the opportunity to study his girl, taking in her thick, dark eyelashes and deep brown brows, giving Steve a hint into her natural hair color. Her skin was butter soft from head to toe, and Steve flinched at the idea he might have inadvertently bruised her tanned skin.
Had he not been worried about waking Brooklyn, Steve might have stolen another glance at her naked form now that the morning sun was infiltrating his bedroom.
Steve had often told himself that Brooklyn was plain with her square face and muted features but seeing all of her for the first time made Steve realize how perfect she was. Steve Rogers would happily live between her muscled thighs the rest of his life if he could. As much as Steve hated her job with every fiber of his being, he understood why Brooklyn was often sent undercover to seduce men. Beneath her casual exterior was a vixen, with her plump ass and perky breasts that Steve came to realize she kept tightly wrapped beneath her SHIELD uniform, so as not to be used in the same way as Natasha Romanoff. Her body was her greatest weapon, and Steve wondered if SHIELD even realized how good she was at using it.
Carefully sliding his hand beneath the covers, Steve ran his fingers along her bare side from her chest to her hip, eventually settling on her ass and pulling her somehow closer to him. She groaned as she shifted, nuzzling her pink cheek against Steve's bare collarbone.
Her terrified whimpers returned several times over the next two hours that Steve laid quietly in bed with Brooklyn. Occasionally he'd hear her murmur, "Please, don't!" and shake a little as she cried softly in her sleep. Her words ripped through Steve, but he imagined she'd seen some things. From what she shared with him about her job, and the missions she was sent on, she wasn't exactly having fun. He could only imagine the psychological horrors that lived in her mind. Steve had endured war. Death and bloodshed as people he knew and loved were obliterated before his eyes. However, Brooklyn was somewhat of the opposite. She put herself on the line, and let SHIELD use her as bait.
Steve knew it was hard for her to deal with her actions, but it was part of her job. Somebody had to infiltrate, and extract information. Brooklyn was good at what she did, but that didn't make it any easier.
A loud rumble resonated from Steve's stomach, and he winced at the noise, seeing if it would wake Brooklyn. She furrowed her brows but didn't open her eyes, quietly groaning, "Morning, Soldier."
Steve smirked at the new nickname she'd given him at some point the night before. It felt old fashioned, deserved, and anonymous. He liked it.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as he leaned over and kissed her lips softly, lingering for a moment before deciding to actually let her answer.
"Sore. But not angry." She quipped, finally opening her eyes to look up at Steve, "Damn it, you're just as handsome as I remember."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Steve purred as he shifted to lean over her, running his hand over her side to her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he leaned over to kiss her again, "You wish I was harder on the eyes?"
"Little bit. I'm sure people saw your face during the Battle of New York. After the bank incident…" Brooklyn trailed off, running her fingers along the side of Steve's jaw, "Have you been out and about since then?"
"Only to see Loki and Thor back to Asgard. And Shawarma." Steve admitted, tucking the sheet behind Brooklyn's back so it would cover her tighter, "What if we just never leave this apartment?"
"So, it's the Retreat thing all over again, just here in Manhattan now." Brooklyn said softly, and Steve heard a hint of sadness in her voice.
"What's wrong, Sweetheart?"
"Fury gave me the next few weeks off. Pretty sure just so I could spend time with you after everything you did, but, beginning of June I have to go back to D.C." Brooklyn said slowly as she sat up a little, holding the sheet to her bosom.
Steve ran his fingers over her hair, smoothing a messy chunk behind her ear as he sat up beside her. He traced the shell of her ear before smoothing his thumb across her cheek, completely enamored with the woman beside him, "I'll come with you. Fury asked me to reconsider joining SHIELD. I'm not that attached to New York if nobody I care about lives here. Even the Avengers will scatter."
"It's not even that. It isn't the distance, it's that I'll need to go back to work." Brooklyn said cautiously, ducking her head a little as she tucked the sheet under her armpit and used her hand to grab Steve's, "It's what I do for work."
She'd have to have sex with other men. That's what Brooklyn was trying to say. She'd be thrust back into her world of espionage and Steve would have to accept that if he wanted Brooklyn, he'd have to share Agent Hayes with a bunch of strangers. "Oh."
"Oh?" Brooklyn's voice was sad as her expression, and she looked away from Steve, "I know how protective you are. I'm not sure you'll be able to handle me going away for weeks, sometimes months at a time, dating and being intimate with other men."
"It's not real though, right?" Steve stood and the bed practically bounced without his weight to hold it down. He stared at Brooklyn seriously, but he could tell her eyes were a little lower than they should have been. Steve crossed his arms and huffed, and she raised her gaze to meet his piercing blue eyes, "Tell me it doesn't mean anything."
"You know it doesn't. You know it won't." Her voice cracked as she wiggled closer to the edge of the bed, still holding Steve's white sheet tight across her chest. She tilted her head and her hair spilled over her bare shoulder, dangling over the sheet in a tantalizing way. Steve stepped closer, feeling his hunger replaced with a burning in his lower stomach as his eyes roamed Brooklyn's undone figure.
She stared up at him with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, and Steve finally laughed when he realized she didn't understand his intentions. "I'm hungry."
"Yeah, I heard. You should eat." Brooklyn motioned towards the kitchen before placing her own hand on her stomach, signifying she was hungry too.
Steve pressed his chest against Brooklyn, practically knocking her back onto the bed if he hadn't wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. He bent his neck so he could rub his nose along her forehead. He almost didn't recognize his own husky voice as he murmured, "Then get back on the damn bed and I will."
Brooklyn's eyes blew out at his words and she dropped the sheet, throwing her hands to Steve's face as he dove at her, pushing her onto his bed and climbing over her to plant a kiss to the base of her neck. She tugged on his hair as he kissed her body, making a trail of kisses from her neck to her breasts, then down to her belly button and beyond. When he reached her legs, he pulled them apart and slowly sank to his knees, pressing a firm kiss to her clit before his phone started blaring music from the other room.
"What the hell?" Steve bellowed and Brooklyn laughed as he stormed away, his bare footsteps thundering across the wooden floor. He picked up the cell phone, already knowing who was calling and answered it, "What do you want?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I already interrupting? You starting early this morning?" Tony barely contained his laughter as Steve simmered angrily, "I had a present left outside your door. Just a little something for you and your sex robot. No need to thank me, I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you. Banner and I were thinking about you, but mostly me."
"Goodbye, Stark." Steve growled before hanging up the phone. It took everything in Steve not to crush the phone so he wouldn't suffer from any more interruptions. Despite his frustrations about Stark ruining his morning fun, Steve tiptoed to the front door regardless, wanting to see what the hell Stark had left him.
Steve peeked out the door, looking around to make sure none of his nosy neighbors were around to see him there in his underwear. The walls weren't thick either, so, chances are they heard quite a lot from the reclusive man and his lady friend.
"Huh." Steve said as he looked down to see a big basket with red and blue plastic covering it, shielding its contents. He picked it up and quickly locked the door before setting it on the table. Brooklyn emerged from his bedroom as he untied the white ribbon on the handle, letting the plastic fall away to reveal assorted pastries and a bottle of champagne, along with a large bottle of lube and more of Stark's super soldier condoms.
Brooklyn chuckled and wrapped her arms around Steve's chest as he blushed furiously, grabbing the lube and the condoms, and setting them behind the basket before addressing her, finding her wrapped in his bedsheet once again, "Breakfast?"
"Won't be as tasty as me, but I could go for some morning bubbly." She grabbed the bottle of champagne and winked as Steve's face and neck managed to somehow find a deeper shade of red. Brooklyn grabbed a knife from Steve's drawer and popped the cork, taking a swig straight from the bottle before handing it to Steve to peruse the selection of baked goods, "Oh, Tony Stark, you really did outdo yourself! Mmm, macarons."
"This is embarrassing," Steve grumbled before taking a long swig of the champagne and sitting on the table. He'd never drank straight from the bottle before but standing in his boxers with a mussed-up dame made him feel a little risky, even if he was completely mortified Tony Stark sending him post-sex gifts.
Brooklyn munched on a second, and then third, of the pastel colored macarons before picking up a scone and taking a bite, "If you don't start eating, there won't be anything left."
"I need a little more to eat than cookies and muffins." Steve grumbled before a knock resonated through his door. He waited a moment, not wanting to talk to whoever was at his home. He just wanted some time alone with Brooklyn.
When he realized there was no one there, he looked down and saw a big white box with a red bow on it and a card sticking out from beneath it. Steve picked up the box and carried it inside, feeling the bottom was hot. Brooklyn plucked the card from on top and read it aloud, "For Captain Rogers, need to keep your strength up so you can keep having a grand old time with your human vibrator, TS." Brooklyn shot Steve an annoyed glance at Stark's jest about her being a human vibrator, whatever that was. He held back a laugh until her brow rose and she pushed the note against Steve's chest before scurrying back to the basket of pastries.
Steve carefully opened the box and found that Tony had actually sent real food over for him. Three plates of pancakes, waffles, French toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, the whole nine yards. Steve practically collapsed from the smell, so hungry he couldn't think straight, but something pulled his mind back to the letter as Brooklyn carefully peeked beneath the stacks of bagels and cupcakes.
P.S. You have another gift as well, but I placed it in Miss Robot's basket. She'll know what to do with it.
"Sweetheart, do you know what this means?" Steve asked as he turned to Brooklyn just in time to see her snap a large velvet box closed. Her cheeks were tinged pink, but she had a cheeky grin on her face, warning Steve that whatever Stark had planned, Steve was most likely going to feel uncomfortable with. He studied the box as she set it on the table, then placed the basket on top of it. It was the same shape and size as the bottom of the basket, bigger than a jewelry box but the same material and style. "Brooklyn?"
"Yup, nope, don't you worry that perfect little head of yours." Brooklyn drawled before popping a small cookie in her mouth, "Eat up," she grabbed the bottle and started back towards the bedroom, dropping the bedsheet as she reached the frame, "Time to pick up where we left off."
Steve wasn't quite sure what was expected of him as a lover or even as a boyfriend, but he covered all his bases anyway. After making sure Brooklyn was highly satisfied, Steve filled his tub with hot water and bubble bath before scooping up his girl and carrying her to the bathroom.
"You're the best!" Brooklyn hissed as he carefully dipped her into the water. She leaned up to peck him on the lips before slipping farther into the bubbles, "Why don't you go for a run? Get out of this apartment. See how the city is doing…" Brooklyn trailed off as she pointed back towards the bedroom. Steve followed her gaze, considering her offer.
He had been avoiding the news since Loki and Thor had left. Steve didn't want to know what was happening out there in the real world after the destruction the Chitauri had caused. Destruction the Avengers helped cause.
That being said, Steve needed some fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs outside of the bedroom. "Okay. I'll be back before lunch, is that alright?"
"Of course. Whatever you need." Brooklyn answered as she lulled her head back and closed her eyes, "I'll be here."
Steve changed into sweatpants and a tight workout shirt before pulling on his tennis shoes. He considered going back to see Brooklyn again, but he needed to give her some space. Tony had warned him not to smother her just because Steve hadn't had any affection while unconscious for seventy years.
"I'll see you soon!" Steve called from the front door as he pulled a baseball cap over his hair to hopefully go out into Manhattan unnoticed.
The world outside of Steve's apartment was bleak compared to the bliss he'd been feeling with Brooklyn. There were a few people out and about, but the whole city was mourning. It was mourning those who died, but Manhattan was also mourning the loss of the world it knew. The world without knowledge of aliens and superheroes and gods from other realms was dead, and this new world in its place was scary. Steve Rogers was scared of this new world, and his place in it.
He picked up his pace the moment he reached Central Park, jogging turning into sprinting as he ran out his memories of Friday. It had only been three days. Seventy-four innocent people were confirmed dead, and the Avengers couldn't save them. Steve had hidden away while their families mourned, and the faster he ran, the more guilt he felt.
"You're Captain America!"
Steve slowed to a stop, panting as he brought his thoughts back to reality and turned to face the woman who had called to him. He squinted for a moment, pulling the baseball cap farther down his face as he tried to remember where he knew the woman from. Then it hit him.
The woman with the dogs from the park. The woman Brooklyn had wanted Steve to ask out. "Hey! Uh, how are you?"
"You're Captain America." The woman repeated, taking a step closer. "I remember you from the battle. I saw your face from where I was hiding, and I remembered you from that day in the park."
"I…I'm Steve." He muttered, looking over his shoulder and realizing nobody else was around. He wished there was somebody being mugged or held at gunpoint so he could rush off and save them instead of having this conversation.
She grinned and pushed a chunk of hair behind her ear, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain."
Steve pursed his lips and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, hating the way the woman looked at him even more hungrily than she had before she knew he was Captain America. Suddenly, Steve was hyper aware of her gaze and the fact that this woman was disrupting his run, "I, um, I have to go."
She tilted her head to the side and placed her hands on her hips, letting her ponytail spill to the side as she considered Steve, "Your friend said she was trying to set you up. Did she finally succeed?"
"Yeah." Steve answered quickly, shifting his weight back and forth to ground his sneakers into the ground. He didn't need to give this woman details about his love life. If he had wanted her to be a part of it, he would have called her.
"Well, I hope she knows what she's in for. Seems like you have a pretty dangerous job." The woman mumbled as she put her little earbuds back in her ears, "For what it's worth- thank you. For what you all did on Friday."
"You're welcome." Steve replied as he backed away, offering a weak wave before jogging away. Instead of continuing his run around Central Park though, he made his way down Fifth Avenue towards Midtown, needing to see if any change had occurred since yesterday.
When he reached Park Avenue, and Stark Tower loomed in the distance, Steve's chest clenched when he saw hundreds of first responders trying to clean up all the debris. Steve wandered over slowly to a police officer who was giving directions to the government appointed clean up crews.
"Sir," Steve greeted, catching the officer's attention. The officer opened his mouth, but closed it quickly, studying Steve a little closer. Steve sighed, "Is there anything I can do?"
"No. We've got it. The Avengers made the mess and we're here to clean it up." The officer sneered, and Steve winced, unsure whether or not the man realized who he was. "Civilians need to stay home. We don't want anyone else getting hurt. Leave it to the professionals."
"But I'm-"
"Listen, I get it, you want to do your part. You want to help. But please, just go home. We can handle this."
Steve swallowed hard and nodded, wringing his hands together, "Yes, Sir." The officer turned away from Steve, and he felt rejection he hadn't felt since he was told he wasn't allowed to join the army after getting the serum. He was fit and suited for duty, but he wasn't wanted.
The super-soldier jogged away from the still-smoldering streets of Midtown, pushing himself as hard as he could to reach his home. Steve wanted nothing more than to take a cold shower and cuddle up with Brooklyn for the rest of the day. At least she wanted him. Well, he hoped she did. He didn't really give her much choice in the matter of being with him.
By the time Steve reached his apartment, his brow was glistening beneath the brim of his cap and his chest rose and fell harder than normal. He huffed as he closed the door, pulling off his hat and discarding it on the kitchen table. The basket had been moved to the counter, and Brooklyn was nowhere to be found.
"Sweetheart?" Steve called, narrowing his eyes as he looked around his apartment cautiously, "I'm home." He looked around the living room, eventually making his way into the bedroom, "Brooklyn?"
"How was your run, Soldier?"
Steve whipped around to see Brooklyn standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, taking in the ruby red corset covered in blue lace that cinched her middle with white lace. He blinked and took a step closer, inspecting her closely and realizing that she didn't have anything else on underneath the corset, "It was- it was good. I-uh-ran into that lady. From the park."
"Oh yeah?" Brooklyn asked as she took a step forward, and Steve realized she was wearing red heels, "What did she say?"
"She said I was Captain America."
Brooklyn shrugged, placing her hands on her waist, and Steve couldn't draw his eyes away from toned shoulders that melded into her pushed up breasts. He really wanted to put his hands on her, but Brooklyn seemed to want to talk. "Yeah, I've heard that rumor, too." Brooklyn answered casually, crossing one leg behind the other to tantalize Steve with her muscular thighs that he wanted to feel wrapped around his waist, "Any truth to it?"
"Depends." Steve's voice dropped and her smile grew as he closed the gap between them, pressing his growing erection against the hard boning of the corset, "If I say yes, will you let me fuck you wearing this?"
"Definitely." She panted, rubbing the place where Steve's shoulders met his arms. Her bright eyes were hungry and taunting, and Steve wanted to wreck her in every way he could think of.
Steve couldn't hold it anymore, and he grabbed Brooklyn by the ass and pulled her forward, crashing his lips into hers as he squeezed her soft skin beneath the hard fabric, "Get my pants off."
"Yes, Sir." Brooklyn said as she followed directions, kneeling down to untie his tennis shoes while he pulled his shirt over his head before kicking off his shoes and allowing Brooklyn to pull down his sweatpants and boxers. She looked up at him from under her lashes but didn't attempt to get up. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get on the bed, I'm tired. We're skipping the foreplay" Steve ordered gruffly and Brooklyn obliged as Steve grabbed a condom from the bedstand, rolling it on quickly before pouncing on Brooklyn, causing the bed to creak loudly under his weight, "That was your plan, wasn't it?"
"I said I'd think of something. The corset was Stark's idea though."
Steve clenched his teeth, looking down at the patriotic lingerie and seeing it clearly now. He swiftly untied the little white bow in the front and leaned back on his haunches to loosen it before carefully pulling the ribbon out completely and taking apart the garment. He leaned over her with one arm, using the other to quickly pull the corset from under her back before tossing it across the room. "I won't have my girl wearing Tony's gift while I'm inside her." Steve said deeply as he sucked the side of Brooklyn's neck beneath her ear, "It served its purpose."
"Yeah, I noticed." Brooklyn hissed as Steve pressed against her entrance, smirking down at her sinfully, "Tomorrow we need to take a break."
"Tomorrow we'll just take it easy, for now, I'm going to get what I need from you." Steve growled and arched his back as he sunk into her, kissing her lovingly as he chased his release.