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In October, Brooklyn and Steve celebrated what she called their 'Friendiversary'. Basically, they celebrated being in each other's lives for a whole year. On the day she met Steve, Brooklyn made them pork chops and they laid in front of the fire until long after the sun had set. That was first time since the incident he made love to his girl. Steve had never been so gentle with a living being in his life, cradling her in his lap as she rode him in the firelight.

They fell asleep on the floor, with Brooklyn tucked against Steve's chest. He stared at the ceiling, praying she'd be okay.

By the second week of October, Brooklyn was cleared to go back to field work. Her IUD was replaced, and she was given a thorough examination by the doctors, who gave her a clean bill of health. But Steve couldn't shake the terror in his soul knowing she'd be thrown back into the world of SHIELD after he'd broken her so easily. It was fine for Steve to treat her like precious glass, but strangers wouldn't. SHIELD wouldn't.

By the third week in October, Steve began hearing rumors swirling about a high-ranking government official moving Chitauri weapons through Eastern Europe. He prepared the STIRKE team to move out, but Fury had other plans.

"Director, I believe we need to get on top of the Chitauri weapons trade. I'd like to initiate an investigation with my team, see if we can pinpoint where they're operating from." Steve told Fury and the SHIELD Director listened half-heartedly as he looked out his window. "Sir?"

"We already know they're operating out of Belarus. It isn't as simple as going in and taking back the weapons though. Our sources are pointing to one of the country's highest-ranking military officials. If we take a shot and we're wrong, we could start a war between them and the US." Fury explained, finally turning to look up at Steve. "Plans are already in motion. STRIKE will be brought in to clean up, but we need the mark's contacts and confirmation that he's the dealer before we can go in and take him out. They are moving the weapons underground. If we don't get a full list of buyers, we'll never track them all down."

Steve raised his chin as he looked out the window over D.C. "Alright. I'll be awaiting your orders."

"I wouldn't hold your breath." Fury warned as he leaned forward to rest his arm on the table. He shooed Steve out of his office to go back to training.

Steve didn't hear anything more about the Belarus issue until the first week in November, when Brooklyn came pounding on Steve's door. He flung it open and saw her tear-stained cheeks, immediately knowing something was wrong. "What is it?" He ushered her inside as she wheezed, swallowing down her tears before wiping her nose on the sleeve of her running jacket. Steve pushed her hair out of her eyes and held her face up to see, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

She nodded and he pressed a kiss to her forehead before ducking his head to look her in the eyes, "Is it Dallas?"

"No. I- they-" Brooklyn gasped for air, fanning her face as she tried to steady her breathing, "I'm such a mess."

Steve led her to the island in his kitchen and poured her a glass of water. She took it with a weak nod, "So, I, uh, I made a mistake. Fury claims this isn't a punishment, but I know better."

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked as he sat beside her and took her hand. "What did you do?"

"Remember during the sex pollen incident? I killed my mark." She said slowly, looking up to meet Steve's eyes. "I didn't realize he was somebody that SHIELD was trying to recruit."

"Brooklyn!" Steve hissed and she flinched as he tightened his grip on her hand, "Did you not know?"

"I kinda knew, but not for sure. I panicked. I messed up." Brooklyn admitted before taking another sip of the water, "He's giving me a chance to redeem myself."

"By doing what?" Steve asked breathlessly, wanting her to get to the point. She was avoiding whatever news she had to share that would make him upset. Then he realized what was happening. His whole world crumbled around him as a thought popped into his mind, "Please tell me they aren't sending you to Belarus."

She sighed and nodded, "I'm going in as a maid. The General lives on the border of Russia, and I studied Russian at the academy. They believe I can work my way into his good graces."

Steve considered this as he brought her hand to his lips and closed his eyes, "They want you to seduce him?"

"Eventually. That's the plan." She murmured, "It'll take some time."

"How much time?"

"Several months, maybe a year." Brooklyn admitted and Steve could have sworn Fury had ripped out his heart. His jaw dropped and Brooklyn sniffled as she tried to hold back her tears, "I'm sorry, Baby. I told him I didn't want to go, but I'm the best suited. I don't have a choice."

"I'll talk to him. I'll sort this out." Steve promised, but Brooklyn cupped his cheek, drawing his gaze to her. She shook her head and Steve deflated, "Why?"

"He's sending me out tomorrow, Steve. There's no time." Brooklyn cried. She slid right off her stool to lean into Steve's chest, "Let's not talk about it tonight, okay? Let's just enjoy what time we have, okay?"

"Okay." Steve grumbled as he pulled her up to his lips. He carefully wrapped his arms around her lower back and tugged her to him. Brooklyn wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down. Crawling over her, Steve leaned down to kiss her, lingering on every movement for as long as possible before breaking away, "Will you call me?"

Brooklyn's eyes began to water, and she shook her head, "I can't. This isn't like the other missions; I'll be a billion miles from home. If I get caught, I'm dead. I can't risk any contact."

"Write me then?" Steve asked as he cradled the back of her neck and laced kisses along her jaw, "Send them here, nobody will ever have to know. Then I'll know you're okay."

"I can do that." She whispered as she grabbed onto his shirt collar and pulled him in for another kiss, "If you find somebody else, I understand. I won't, obviously, but I don't want you to be tied down if this takes longer than expected."

"I can wait." Steve moaned into her mouth as he tugged on her shirt, "I'm too busy to look for a new girlfriend."

"Oh yeah?" She giggled as he pulled her shirt over her head, "Doing what?"

"Being Captain America." He scoffed in response, smiling broadly before pulling off his own workout shirt and sweatpants. He unbuttoned her slacks and slowly peeled them off her thighs, taking her panties with them, "And tonight, it is my duty as your Captain to give you a going away present before you're sent overseas."

"Oh?" Brooklyn asked as he discarded her pants and ran his hand below her ass to her upper back, causing her to arch so he could unclip her bra one handed. Once she was naked, he studied every curve, memorizing it for the lonely nights he'd spend alone. She reached up and stroked his neck as his hand ran down her collarbone and rested on her breast, "Perhaps, before we make a mess of ourselves, you could draw me like one of your French girls?"

Steve laughed, and pushed himself onto his haunches, looking over his shoulder at the living room, "It won't be as good as the real thing."

"Yeah, but I've always wanted to say that, so do it for me- for you. Then you can get back to my going away gift." She teased as she sat up to be nose to nose for Steve, "What do you say? Something to remember me by?"

"I'd rather just remember you because I remember things very vividly, but if you want to play out that terrible movie, I guess I'll oblige."

"You think Titanic is terrible?" Brooklyn gasped as Steve slid off the bed. "Wait, are you being serious right now?"

"Everyone dies."

"They all died in real life! You were really close to being born; you can't tell me that didn't have lasting ramifications!" Brooklyn called as she grabbed her silk bathrobe from the chair in the corner of the bedroom and stormed after Steve. "Do you really not like it?"

"It's fine." Steve answered, flipping open his sketch book and pointing to the couch, "Sit your ass down. The sooner I do this, the sooner we get to the real fun."

Brooklyn did as she was told, sitting on the couch in front of Steve's brown leather chair. He turned on the record player and pulled the lamp light before turning off the overhead lights, settling into his spot to go to work on his drawing.

Steve and Brooklyn didn't sleep that night. They stayed awake until the sun started rising over the capitol, sitting in bed in each other's arms. Steve didn't want to waste a moment with his girl sleeping, and for once she was able to stay awake with him. She was scared, but not half as scared as he was.

"When do you have to go?" Steve whispered as they listened to a bird chirping outside the window.

Brooklyn leaned her cheek against Steve's as she played with his fingers, "Jet leaves at noon. They want me there for briefing at nine."

Steve looked to his alarm clock to see the time was seven-thirty. "We don't have much time." He grumbled, then leaned over to his bedstand and pulled out a small Tiffany's box. Brooklyn looked at it nervously, then up to Steve, "It isn't a ring." He said bluntly, seeing her physically relax, "I went with Natasha to pick you out something nice for Christmas, but, seeing as you aren't going to be here…"

"Steve, I… I don't know what to say." Brooklyn stammered as she took the box. She looked at it, poking the little bow nonchalantly, "I shouldn't take it with me."

"You don't even know what it is." He replied, pulling the ribbon, and causing it to fall away, "Open your present. Or do you not have gift giving holidays where you're from?"

She smiled at his teasing and opened the box to reveal a rose gold locket with three little diamonds on the front. She swallowed and pulled it out, gazing at it in wonder, "Is this real?"

"Yeah. I flew up to New York to pick it out a few weeks ago. Stark had a representative bring options to the tower, but I didn't think you'd want anything too flashy. I just don't want you to forget about me."

"I could never forget about you. You're the love of my life." Brooklyn said as she looked up to Steve. He carefully took the necklace from her hands and she held up her hair as he clasped it around her neck. She held the dainty locket in her hand and bit her lip, gazing at it for a few moments before kissing Steve on the cheek. "Thank you. I love it."

"I'm glad. If you want to leave it here, I understand."

"No. I'm taking it with me." Brooklyn assured Steve as she leaned against his shoulder. She let out a sigh as she weaved her fingers between his, "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"You have no idea." Steve whispered into her hair, committing the smell of her shampoo to memory. "I don't know what I'll do without you."

Brooklyn nuzzled against him, choosing not to respond. Steve knew there was nothing more to say. She'd warned him last year about dating another agent, but he'd brushed off her warnings, knowing he could fight through anything if he wanted her bad enough. But here he was, broken hearted and dreading her departure. She'd be leaving indefinitely, and he could only pray she'd be home safe within five or six months instead of two to three years.

They laid together in silence for another hour, until Brooklyn let out a pained sob, telling Steve it was time for her to go.

"I want to take you." Steve said, but she told him no.

"If you come, I won't go."

Steve respected her request and let her leave on her own. She dressed slowly and lingered by the door until Steve tipped up her chin to kiss her softly, "Be safe. Write me when you can."

"I promise." Brooklyn leaned up to kiss him again, tugging on his hair. "I'm more worried about you. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

"Never." Steve teased as he reached down to squeeze her ass. "Get out of here before I kidnap you and keep you for myself."

"You don't have it in you."

"I'll take that challenge." Steve bit back playfully, holding open the door, "Seriously though, be safe. I love you."

"I love you too, Steve." Brooklyn said as she looked over her shoulder one last time before heading down the stairs.

Steve kept busy while Brooklyn was away. He trained with Natasha and went on missions with the STRIKE team. He sulked a lot. Ran a lot. Tried to think of anything besides Brooklyn being a world away. It was harder than Steve expected it to be. He missed her terribly.

It was the week before Christmas when Steve opened his little mailbox in the entryway of his building and found a letter with his address and nothing else on it. He felt his stomach drop at the realization that it was probably from Brooklyn and charged up the stairs at top speed to open it in private.

Sitting down in his chair, Steve carefully opened the envelope and slid out the letter, finding the paper dirty. As he carefully unfolded it, he saw Brooklyn's messy cursive writing take up the page before him, and Steve sniffled a little as his eyes scanned the words.

My Darling Steve,

I am sorry this is coming so late, but I am constantly under the watchful eye of the General and his men. In fact, I'm only able to write this to you under the guise of you being a pen pal in America. I wrote it by lamplight in the restroom, so as not to be seen by any of the guards. The General has a massive mansion, and many of his men stay on the premise. He is guarded, and keeps his mouth shut around the help. Being new, I've been relegated to scrubbing the floors of his home. The only saving grace I've found is the Generals wondering eye. Our intelligence was correct in assuming he'd fancy a new woman to harass. The only question is whether or not I can pique his interest enough to gain his trust.

I miss you terribly every day. When no one is around, I cry because I think of you and what you're doing without me. I wish I could curl up in your arms and hear your voice again.

I shall try to write more frequently. As I gain the household's trust, I gain more freedom. I just hope to have a day of rest for Christmas. I plan to weep at being so far away from you.

Love you always, B.

Steve's hands were shaking so hard that the paper began to rip at the edges. He set the letter down beside his record player and leaned back in his chair, breathing deeply to keep from crying. He bit his lip as hard as he could to hold back his tears, until the metallic taste of blood flooded his senses. Steve pulled open the drawer of his table and slid the letter in, promising himself to keep every bit of Brooklyn he was afforded over the next few months.

When February rolled around, Steve's teammates began to finally grow weary of his sappy attitude.

"I get that he loves her, but she's gone. Get him laid." Tony told Natasha over the phone, not realizing that Steve could hear him clearly through the receiver from where he sat next to Nat in the cafeteria.

Steve looked up at Nat with a blank stare, then looked back down to his flavorless lunch. "I think he's perfectly happy waiting for her, Stark." Natasha said softly as Steve picked at his green beans with his fork. "That being said, we're busy this weekend."

"Stark Industries is throwing a Valentine's Day gala, and it would be great PR for the Avengers if some of the Avengers actually showed up." Tony said and Steve looked up at Nat again, his steely gaze warning her to turn down the offer.

"I don't think we're the gala type." She said simply, but this time Steve didn't look away. "What about Bruce?"

"Banner's been working with Pepper to make sure the Extremis is gone from her body. The gala will be Pepper's first public appearance since she was infected, and it would mean a lot to her if some of my friends showed up." Tony slurred and Steve wondered if the man was already drunk. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning."

"Let me put you on hold." Natasha said bluntly before silencing herself and setting the phone down, "Rogers."

"Romanoff."

"We caused a lot of damage last year, and none of us showed up for the Mandarin thing over Christmas. It could be a good idea."

"I don't want to."

Natasha sighed as she rested her fingers against her temple, "Yeah, I get that, but it's one night. And you'll have something to hold over Stark's head if you go. He'll owe you a favor."

"One night. Then we come back right after."

"Deal." Natasha picked up the phone and told Stark, "We'll be there. Send us the info."

"Shall I arrange for a lady friend to accompany the Captain?"

"No." Steve answered bluntly, making sure he was loud enough for Tony to hear.

Tony was strangely silent for a moment before answering, "Okay. Whatever you say."

Natasha drove Steve back to his apartment to pack an overnight bag for their trip to New York, warning him to hurry up so they'd get there in time for the gala. Before climbing the stairs to his apartment though, Steve stopped by his mailbox, as he did every day. Only one letter had arrived since Brooklyn left three and a half months ago, and Steve knew that if anything had gone wrong Fury would have told him, but that didn't ease his mind any. Steve wouldn't stop worrying until she was home.

When he opened the mailbox, he felt his heart in his throat at the sight of the blank envelope with only his address written on it. He grabbed it and slammed the box closed before sprinting full speed up to his floor.

As he reached his apartment, his new neighbor Kate appeared with a load of laundry, "Hey! How are you?" She chirped as she balanced her basket on her hip.

"I'm great! I, uh, I gotta go though. Talk to you soon!" Steve practically yelled at the poor woman as he struggled with his keys, his hands shaking wildly. He barreled into his apartment, ripping the envelope mercilessly to pull out the letter inside.

My Darling Steve,

Things have gotten better and worse over here. I've finally been upgraded from scrubbing the floors to helping in the kitchen. The General seems to enjoy my cooking. I'm sure you'd agree. I had hoped with more responsibility I'd gain more freedom, but that doesn't seem to be the case. The more the General and his men trust me, the more they want to keep their eyes on me, which I don't appreciate. If you were here, you'd kill them. Please don't show up here- I really need to get this right.

I hope you had a good Christmas and New Year's. I hope you did something fun and didn't sit at home and pout. If I find out you've done nothing but pout while I was away, I'll be very upset when I get home. The only thing that gets me through the day is knowing you'll be on the other side of all this. I can't wait to be in your arms again. I think about you every waking minute of the day. I fear the day is coming soon when the General or one of his men will make a move on me. I'm dreading it, because I'm dreading how bad it'll make you feel. You'll make that face, the disappointed one where you know there's nothing that can be done but you still hate it. I can see you when I close my eyes, and even imagining your sour mood when the weathers cold makes me happy.

Stay warm and have fun. I love you more than the distance between us.

Love you always, B.

Steve slipped the letter into the drawer with the first one as his cell began to ring. He saw it was Natasha calling and answered quickly, "I'm almost ready."

"Tony's harassing me, wondering why we aren't there yet. I'm blaming your slow ass."

"That's fine. It's the truth." Steve grumbled and hung up before packing a bag and forcing himself to put on a brave face and try to have some of that fun Brooklyn wanted for him.

With Brooklyn a world away, Tony Stark took it upon himself to plan Steve Rogers's birthday, despite warnings from the Black Widow that Steve wouldn't want to celebrate. Tony set up everything, including making a deal with Nick Fury to help him work on some big project if he allowed Steve to take a long weekend to come hang at the Hamptons for his birthday. As Natasha predicted, Steve wasn't amused.

"Tony." Steve growled as he paced around his apartment in front of the billionaire, "I don't want to go to the Hamptons."

"I rented a house. I invited all your friends. Well, I invited the Avengers, because I don't think you really have any friends to begin with, aside from your little robot. She's still, where, Ukraine?"

"Belarus." Steve grumbled as he pushed his hand through his hair. His strands were starting to curl at the back of his neck, causing him to look a little too untamed for his Captain America image. He'd need to get it cut soon. "I don't want a birthday party."

"Well, it's America's birthday too, and maybe she wants to celebrate. Don't be so selfish." Tony argued as he scanned over Steve's books lining the shelf. "Pack your swimsuit. I already got you the time off with Fury, so you're coming. If you need to be carried kicking and screaming, I can get Bruce over here to help out, I'm sure the Other Guy can get your ass to New York."

Steve crossed his arms and simmered, narrowing his eyes at Tony, but it was clear the arrangements had been made and Steve didn't have a choice. "Fine. Give me a minute."

"No worries. Take your time. It's not like everyone's waiting on us to arrive." Tony drawled as he pulled out a book on War World II. "You ever hear from, uh, what's her name?"

"Brooklyn. And occasionally. She's written me a couple times since she got there. It's the only contact we can have."

"Huh." Tony said as he pushed the book back into its spot. Steve left the man alone, hoping he wasn't bugging his apartment as he waited. "I had the liberty of having your mail collected for you. I'm curious about this letter though, doesn't have a name on it or even a return address…"

Steve came bounding out of his bedroom to see Tony holding up a letter from Brooklyn between two fingers. The billionaire smirked and looked at the envelope, "You get this when we get to the house. Not a moment before. If you want to read what your lady love has to say, you can read it on the beach."

The soldier considered pummeling Iron Man into his hardwood floor, but Tony's intentions were good. Brooklyn would have wanted him to do something for his birthday in her absence, and she'd be happy to hear that the Avengers took good care of him. Also, Steve wouldn't put it past Tony to rip his letter in half if Steve came at him with fists ready to fly.

He grunted and went to finish packing, grumbling about how it was illegal to tamper with somebody's mail.

Steve would never admit it out loud, but he was enjoying himself. The house Tony had rented on the beach came with a massive pool and indoor gym, giving Steve plenty of excuses to ignore the rest of his teammates should they become too annoying. By the time he and Tony had arrived, Natasha was already lounging by the pool in a black string bikini while Bruce read by the picture windows inside the house. Pepper had hired a caterer and there was a mountain of food waiting for Steve, causing the man to practically salivate from the smell.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" Tony teased as Steve looked around, setting his duffel bag down in the kitchen. Steve shrugged, shoving his hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts as he looked up at the vaulted ceilings.

"It's nice." Steve admitted, trying not to brush off Tony's kind gesture, but becoming impatient with Tony for withholding his letter. "I might change into my swimsuit-" Steve paused when he looked out the window, catching a glimpse of a large beach hat between Natasha's and Pepper's chairs that wasn't there when Steve had gotten the tour before. "Tony? Who else is here?"

"Oh!" Tony exclaimed, escorting Steve towards the massive sliding doors, "I figured you'd be all sad and sulky without your robot lover, so I invited someone to get your mind off of how sad you are. If nothing else, you can cry on her pretty shoulder." Steve paled when he realized Tony had invited some random woman for Steve to spend time with.

"Tony…" Steve growled as Stark led him out to the pool. Steve dug his feet into the ground, wanting to put off the awkward conversation he knew he'd have to have with Tony's mystery woman eventually.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the familiar laughter, and his heart tugged at the brief idea that Stark might have gotten Brooklyn home for his birthday. He realized that wasn't possible, but grinned regardless as he finally turned the corner and saw Dallas sipping a margarita out of gallon sized fishbowl glass. When she saw him, she swallowed her frozen drink and jumped to her feet to hug him, "Steve! It's so great to see you!"

"What are you doing here?" Steve stammered as he looked over his shoulder to Tony, seeing the man smirking.

Dallas pulled away and placed her hands on her hips, drawing Steve's attention to her bikini skimpy enough to rival Natasha's. His eyes flew back to her face while his cheeks darkened at how upset Brooklyn would be if she knew what her sister was wearing in his presence. "What? Aren't you happy to see me? I'm like, basically an Avenger roadie now." Dallas said as she sat back in her lounge chair, pushing up her hat to see Steve better, "Also I was told Thor might be here…" Dallas told Steve with a wink before studying him thoroughly, "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing okay." Steve admitted truthfully as the young woman sipped her drink through her swirly straw, "It's good to see you."

"Thought you two could be sad and lonely together." Tony grunted as he sat down in a chair beside Pepper. "Or, if nothing else, she's the life of the party."

"Brooklyn isn't here to tell us what to do. Or, better yet, what not to do." Dallas winked obnoxiously and Steve crossed his arms.

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"Damn, straight to sleeping with me. Who do you think I am?" Dallas slurred as she sat her drink down roughly between her and Nat. "I would never do that to Brooklyn." She shrugged a little though as Natasha bit down on both of her lips to keep herself from saying something, "I was just thinking skinny dipping, strip poker kind of games, it could be fun, I'm just saying."

Steve sighed and shifted his hands to his hips as he looked out over the ocean, "That's going to be a no, but nice try." The wind blew his hair around his face and he breathed in the sea salt air. "This really is nice, though."

Tony groaned and produced the envelope from beside him, holding it out for Steve to take, "I'm proud of you for attempting to not be a grumpy old man. Here's your prize. I expect to see you for strip poker at seven after dinner."

"No." Steve said as he grabbed the letter from Tony's hand and waltzed past everyone to go read his letter in private. Before he could reach the glass door though, he heard Dallas yell, "He's getting letters?"

Steve stiffened and turned to see her standing in her swimsuit with her arms crossed, pushing her boobs up and reminding Steve that she really looked like her sister. "I've gotten two letters. She's updating when she can."

"I'm not getting any letters."

"You didn't even know she worked for SHIELD until last year." Steve argued and Dallas batted her eyelashes at him to get him to break. He could see Brooklyn in those eyes, and the little voice in the back of his mind told him Dallas deserved to know how her sister was doing, "Alright, come with me." Steve motioned towards the house and Dallas grabbed her cover up and wrapped it around herself before running after him.

They sat on Steve's bed as he carefully opened the envelope, handing it over to Dallas as she bit her lip nervously, "Is she okay?"

"We'll find out." Steve said as he opened the letter and leaned away, "You can read it when I'm done."

Dallas smirked, "She sends you sexy love letters, doesn't she? The scamp. I'm so proud."

Steve rolled his eyes and looked to the page, pretending his girlfriend's sister wasn't leaning over his shoulder.

My Dearest Steve,

I had hoped by now I'd be almost ready to come home, but unfortunately, it isn't the case. The General has, as expected, taken a liking to me. It's demeaning, and I hate it, but I know this is just a job. A job that will end faster the better I do it. I've found myself in his bed more often than my own, and it breaks me to think of you alone back home. I wish I could hear your voice. I wish you could tell me that it's going to be okay, and that I'm going to be coming home.

I hope you're celebrating your birthday coming up. I've had a lot of time to imagine what I'd do if I were there. I'm not going to write to you the could have beens, because I might recycle some of the ideas for next year. I'll be home next year. I keep telling myself that to make it easier.

I love you more than anything in this world, and I miss you so much it hurts. Be safe. I'll be home soon.

Forever yours, B.

Steve straightened up and looked at the open door, wishing he couldn't imagine Brooklyn with somebody else, but he couldn't help it. She was across the world in somebody else's arms, and Steve couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Suddenly, he felt Dallas wrap her arms around him and lean her head on his shoulder, sniffling loudly. "I miss her, too." Steve reached up and pat her arm, then wrapped his arm around her to hold her tight, realizing Tony was right. It was easier to miss Brooklyn together.