We all sat around the table playing monopoly. It had been three hours and I didn't see us coming to an end anytime soon. Tony was pouting because he was losing. Bruce and Steve were winning. I was actually having fun not that you could have told just by looking at my face. Steve built a hotel on top of one of his many properties and Clint ended up on it.
"Damn it Steve, you stupid faggot," Clint whined.
Anger surged through me and I stood up throwing my fist at Clint's face.
"Do you wanna fight, Dog Boy?" He asked after he recovered.
"What the hell?" Tony said.
Steve pulled me back.
"What did I hurt the dog's feelings?" Clint mocked.
Natasha hit him. I glared at him tempted to say fuck it and rip his throat out before anyone could even try to stop me.
"Alright, you two let's cool off and play something else before there's a fight," Tony said grinning.
We ending up playing The Oregon Trail. Tony said that it had originally been a computer game that they'd made into a card game. The object of the game was to get from point A to point B with as many players as possible. We were almost there when Clint started dying from the cold and I was the only one with clothes. I pulled the card acting like I was pondering then put it back.
"Sorry Clint, you can freeze," I said.
"He just threatened me. Can I kill him now?" Clint asked Natasha.
"Nope, you were the weak link." She grinned.
Clint grumbled as the rest of us made it to Oregon. After the games were done we called it a night. Natasha walked everyone out while Steve and I cleaned the mess. As we finished he ran one hand through my hair before letting it drop to his side muttering "Good boy". My heart skipped a beat.
"Why'd you say that?" I questioned.
"Huh? I've been saying that, or have you not realized?" He questioned.
"Oh. Uh. No, I hadn't realized." I said brow furrowed.
"I can stop if it offends you or something." He offered.
"No, it's fine. I don't mind it." I told him quietly.
The next few days passed by until boredom finally overcame me. I walked into the gym to see Steve having it out with a punching bag. I smiled and crept up behind him. Once I was at an appropriate distance I jumped up and tackled him. Unalarmed he grabbed me trying to complete a sleeper hold. I turned my body so his arms couldn't rest around my neck. He grabbed my thigh turning us over so he was on top. I got my free leg between us and pushed his upper body away from me and he let go of my upper body keeping his hand firmly on my thigh.
With my leg still between us, I forced my torso up cupping his neck and forced him to the side so I could hook my legs around him. Everything went smooth until I ended up straddling him and felt myself become hard. Panic filled me and I jumped off of him running to the bathroom. Luckily he didn't follow because I sat in there until my problem went away.
I spent the next week avoiding him too embarrassed by the spontaneous sparring slip up. When I finally thought that I could control my body around him I joined him for a movie. It was a bit hard to focus though since his eyes kept slipping over to me.
"Why do you keep looking at me? Are you challenging me to a staring contest?" I joked.
"You wish, we both know I'd win." He mocked back.
"Oh, you're so on," I said turning toward him.
We sat with our faces six inches apart staring at each other until Natasha came in. She walked over to us, leaned over the couch and knocked our heads together.
"What was that for?" I pouted rubbing my forehead.
"Boys are all the same." She said laughing.
"Then you must be one of the boys." Steve joked.
"Of course, now since you two blinked I am the winner." She laughed.
The next week and a half went on normally until Natasha decided that she wanted to go out one night to have a date with Maria. She made coffee and made me a cup telling me to try it. I did. At first, I didn't understand why people drank it like it was water from the fountain of youth. It was good but not that good. Several hours later, however, I couldn't sit still. Steve was sitting on the couch going through a file and I was sitting in the chair feeling my muscles twitch with the need to move.
I ended up launching myself across the living room at Steve putting him in a headlock. We ended up on the ground rolling around in a wrestling match. Not long after I passed out. When I woke up we were still on the floor, me using him as a bed. He looked tired and afraid to move.
"Uh, good morning." he said awkwardly.
"What happened?" I questioned.
"You fell asleep in the middle of out wrestling match. I didn't want to move you." He said cheeks dusted a light pink.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said quickly getting off of him.
"It's fine. I really didn't mind." He told me sitting up. "Natasha isn't allowed to give you caffeine anymore."
"That's alright, I don't like the effects that it has on my body." I stretched.
"Most people are so immune to the effects that they actually only drink it for taste," Steve informed me. " How does breakfast sound? I can cook a bit."
"Sounds good," I said smiling.
We went to the kitchen and Steve made bacon and eggs. The two of us ate in silence sitting closer than necessary. Natasha came in and gave us a smile. We greeted her not moving away from each other.
Until we had to leave for the mission we continued to closer. We'd watch movies with my head on his lap instead of my feet, his hand in my hair instead of on my knee. It was nice. Then there was the "good boy" that came out of his mouth that sent chills down my spine. I tried to tell myself that it was just because I was deprived of praises but I knew that wasn't true. Once we were up in the air Fury briefed us on what was going to happen, and when only Steve, Natasha, and I were left Fury also let us know that Steve and I would be sharing a room.
"But why, we have plenty of rooms," Steve said.
"I needed extra storage space." Fury said simply.
"Right, I'm sure you needed so much space. What are you storing? Your ego?" I asked.
"Ha ha, Moore. Maybe you can look in one of those rooms for some respect." Fury replied.
"Did you store a new sense of humor, too? I think you need one." I commented.
"Steve keep him on his leash." Fury snapped.
"I would but he chewed through it." Steve laughed.
"Go be productive," Fury ordered.
We weren't productive, instead, we spent the afternoon relaxing and talking.
"We have time, tell me about the sort of being related to wolves." Steve prompted.
"Alright, my people come from a sub-realm. We had been Mages that were banished from Asgard a long time ago. There we only ever used shifting and healing magic until a few generations later didn't even need to try, we could just shift at will and heal rather quickly. We lost the ability to focus the magic into anything else, it had become part of us. There was another tribe of magic users that used necromancy instead of shifting. War broke out and some of the shifters fled to Midgard. After many generations staying in their wolf form, they lost the ability to phase and that's how Midgard got its wolves." I explained.
"Tell me why you came here." He said enthralled.
"Eventually my tribe beat theirs. They ended up in Helheim. When they became too much to handle Hel cast them out and they became horrid creatures that ate souls. They're only weakness was us and the war started all over again. My parents were born into the war and when they found out my mother was pregnant they decided to leave. They were both warriors so the tribe wouldn't let them go freely. They waited until the time was right. By that time I was a child. I can't remember now what the creatures were called but my mother used to sing me a lullaby about them." I said.
"So, they just wanted a better life for you?" Steve questioned.
"Yeah, they couldn't stand the thought of me being raised just to be a weapon. Kind of ironic though." I laughed cynically.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"It isn't your fault. They thought they could escape evil but obviously, that's not how it works." I said.
That night Steve and I both slept as far apart from each other as we physically could. Even our sleeping bodies acted as if there was a wall between us. When we woke up we got dressed with our backs turned toward each other. Once Steve was dressed he was all Captain and I almost rolled my eyes. They were two separate people it seemed. we met up with the others and worked through our plan until it was time to go blow up the base. Steve and I waited outside until they gave us the signal. We rushed in and the whole scene was gruesome. Hydra agents laid dead on the floor while our team was trying to continue fighting.
I phased and listened for distress so I knew who to help first. Wanda smelt like guilt so I ran to her to help keep the load off. I made sure all of my killings were much more heartless in front of her and it worked. She started feeling less and less guilty. Once I was done helping her I heard Clint struggling down a hall. I raced over there and killed anyone and everyone on the way. When I reached him, an agent was trying to stab out his eye. I locked my jaws around the agent's leg and I flung him off of Clint hearing his spine snap when he hit the wall. Clint nodded at me and continued shutting down the power. I stood guard and killed every Hydra agent that came our way.
"Okay, Dog Boy, we have two minutes before the building collapses. Let's get out of here." He said already going.
I ran after him making sure he'd make it out. Once we got close to the exit twelve Hydra agents popped out of nowhere halting us. Clint unleashed arrow after arrow but with each person, he brought down two more appeared in their place. The clock in my head was ticking and I sprung into action with forty-seven seconds to go. Steve and Tony came back to help as Clint and I kept downing the trained people. I heard a subtle rumble before I felt the ground quiver beneath my feet. Steve and Tony called to us from by the exit. Clint looked at me and I watched a lard chunk of rock fell. I jumped at him grabbing his arm. He cried out in pain as I threw him out of the way. I closed my eyes tight waiting to be crushed. I felt a blinding pain and then everything went black.