Steve lay in the bed, Nat curled up naked by his side and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't really need sleep that much anymore; he could go for days without rest if he had to but he still felt he had to get at least a few hours a day. When he slept it was usually deep and dreamless and he woke to perfect alertness, ready and refreshed. It wasn't always that way, the occasional dreams were often vivid nightmares of people and places from the War. As an experiment he'd once gone without sleep to see what happened, but after almost two weeks he'd started to feel paranoid, to see and hear things that were not there, symptoms that usually take normal people three days without sleep.
He rolled to look at Nat, sleeping peacefully in his arms. Her sleep was strange as well, she could cat nap for a few minutes whenever she had chance, but she always seemed alert even when asleep.
He moved a lock of hair that was plastered to her forehead with sweat. This was different; she actually seemed deep asleep, oblivious to the world for once.
Staring out into the night sky, he thought over what she'd said. There were Alien races, Strange Gods and Cyborg machine men out there, and worst of all Hundred year old Nazis sustained by unholy acts of alien science.
He'd asked Thor about the Gods of Asgard once, if the Norse Gods ruled the universe and Thor had laughed his great booming laugh and explained with only a trace of condescension that there were Gods and there were GODS, a vast hierarchy of beings aligned with all the cosmic principles , the least were the Young Gods, then lesser Gods, the Gods like the noble Asgardians, Evil Old Gods, but then over them distant mysterious Elder Gods and Dark gods who are part of a universe spanning structure, embodiments of strange abstract principles that underpinned the whole of this Reality that had been made by the almighty Creator, who Thor called the One Above All. So in effect there was a one true God after all, but it seemed huge and unknowable. He didn't know if he should be reassured or worried by that.
The Universe and its cosmic powers seem strange and bizarre. It makes him wonder what happened to the Red Skull. When Schmidt had tried to hold the Tesseract in his hand the heavens had literally opened. Its power tore a rift in the air through which he saw the universe, then burned the Red Skull up into a beam of light and shot him into the stars. Back then he'd figured it'd just disintegrated him, but knowing now what it was capable of it could have thrown the Red Skull far across the universe. Where did he end up? Could her have survived it? He was certainly strong enough.
Beside him, Nat stirred in her sleep, cuddling closer. There was a happy little sated smile on her face. However this worked and whatever they were in this relationship, he knew she was his girl now, as well as his friend and team mate. It sounded strange to feel he actually possessed someone, owned her, had taken her forcefully and left marks on her skin but he couldn't deny it felt right with her and from the way she responded, it felt right for her too. He reached out and stroked his free hand down her side, feeling how smooth she was, soft skin yet underneath sculpted of the toughest muscle and bone, sensitive enough that just gently cupping her breast makes her nipple harden and her lips part in a soft moan, yet she'd outrun the hulk on a shattered ankle, even fought off the Winter Soldier with a bullet through her shoulder. There's no scar there, no trace of the wound that had fractured her shoulder blade and nicked the subclavian artery and almost made her bleed to death. No trace because modern medicine could print collagen scaffolds full of cultures of her own cells to repair the injury as good as new. The only scar she had was on her belly, paired with the little circular pucker on her back that just fits the tip of his finger, the centre smooth. On her belly it was more a jagged tear, though much smaller than the scar from any rifle wound he'd ever seen should be. The muscle beneath was firm to his touch, her abs tensing as he runs his hand over them. She'd healed well, just kept the scar as a deliberate reminder. Maybe she'll get it removed once she has her revenge.
He strokes back up to her breast, teasing her nipple until its rock hard then trapping it between finger and thumb and gently tugging. She murmurs something unintelligible as he pulls her up so he can kiss her as he reaches between her legs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready, as he probes with his finger she moans into his mouth and lifts and parts her knees, instinctively offering herself to him.
Impulsively He rolls on top of her, taking most of his weight on one arm, the other guiding his erection into her.
She gasps as he enters her, eyes flying open as his swollen erection pushes into her. Before she fully registers what's happening she wraps her legs around him, pushing her hips up to take him as deep as she can.
The thickness of him stretching her sends waves of pleasure through her as she grabs hold of him, clinging on in desperation as she moans his name into his ear. Urgent and animalistic need drives them both, pushing and taking as hard as they can until they lock together, breathing hard as his hips make quick jerking thrusts as he comes, feeling her pulse and grip round him.
He slumps back, still holding her in his arms. She kisses him softly on the lips and jokes "couldn't sleep, eh?"
He runs his hands down her sides and lifts her so she's lying on his chest, the soft swell of her breasts pressing onto his chest.
"With all this on display? How could I?"