I sighed to myself looking at the light gray sky as the chilly wind blew the dead leaves around. I sat with my chin on my knees and my arms wrapped around said knees. I felt conflicted. My anger toward Steve was unreasonable but not unjustified in my own mind. Steve had stayed away from me since I'd snapped at him that morning. I couldn't blame him. He was just concerned and I had gotten angry with him.

"Jay, can we talk?" Steve asked.

I jerked around startled. After I realized who it was I nodded. Steve sat beside me and looked out the window.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you," I said quietly.

"No, you're right. I shouldn't treat you like your fragile. You're not. I don't think you are. You're bouncing back rather quickly. It's only been a few days but even before you adjusted rather well." He sighed. "I'm just unsure how to handle you."

"Handle me?" I questioned.

"I don't know how to interact with you. You don't need me to be gentle with you but that's how I was raised." He explained.

"Steve, I'm not a girl," I said seriously.

He laughed." I know. Trust me, I know. But I'm also not going to start being rough with you. Jay, I'm gentle with you because I care."

"I know, I shouldn't have snapped at you. I just don't know what's going on with me." I said leaning on him.

"I understand, you've only free from Hydra for a short while. And you've only just realized you're not our prisoner. This life is still new to you." He said wrapping an arm around me.

"Thank you," I said inhaling his scent.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything," I replied.

We sat like that for a while. Until my stomach decided to ruin the moment and growl as loud as physically possible.

"Alright, quit yelling. Food." Steve said grinning.

I couldn't help but laugh as well. " Come on, I'm going to teach you how to cook."

Steve followed me to the kitchen where I started grabbing things for dinner. He sat back and watched as I began to lay things out on the counter top before moving on to pots and pans.

"What are we making?" He asked.

"Sauerbraten with ginger gravy," I said.

"Oh." Was all he said.

"you have no say in the matter. I like the irony of you making a German dish." I told him.

"Alright what do you need me to do?" He asked.

"Take the skillet and melt three tablespoons of butter over a medium-high heat," I said cutting the meat packaging.

"It's melted now what?" He asked after a few moments.

I handed him a finely chopped onion and a half teaspoon of salt and pepper. He stared at it.

"Put it in the pan, Steve," I said.

"Oh." He said doing what he was told.

As soon as he was finished I placed four cubed steaks in the pan. "Now wait for them to brown."

It only took about seven minutes and then we added the gravy, vinegar, water, gingersnap cookie crumbs and brown sugar. I let it boil before telling him to reduce the heat to low while I covered it and let it simmer while I made a quick veggie stir fry. Once the steak was tender I allowed him to stir in the sour cream before I made the plates.

"Jay, this smells really good," Steve said as we sat down at the table.

"Well you helped so there's no thanking me," I said as we started eating.

"There's something we need to discuss," Steve said finished with his food. "In about two weeks we're going to bring down another Hydra base. I want to leave it up to you, whether or not you decide to help us. If you can't yet that's fine but if you can I want you to stay close to one of us so nothing happens."

"I'm going," I stated.

Steve just nodded.

"How did you sleep?" he asked suddenly while we washed the dishes.

"I didn't," I said quietly.

"Why not?" He questioned.

"I don't know. I couldn't shut my brain up." I said slowly.

"Sleep with me tonight and see if that helps," Steve said with a slight authority to his voice.

"Yeah, I'll do that." I agreed, watching him with wide eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." He said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"That look makes you look so cute and innocent and reminds me that you're still a kid." He said cupping my face between his hands.

"I'm not a kid, or innocent. Cute is just a matter of opinion." I said.

"But you're all of those things. You just turned eighteen, you're so ridiculously innocent that you make me feel like a dirty old man." He said before lightly kissing my lips.

"I'll stop aging at twenty-one. The serum doesn't allow you to age so it'll be fine." I reasoned.

"I'm corrupting you, tainting you because you're so innocent." He argued kissing my nose.

"Then corrupt me. Taint all of the innocence that you want. I'll allow you to dirty any part of me you want." I whispered.

"you have absolutely no idea how unbelievably sexy you sound right now." He said pulling me into a deep kiss.

I grabbed his shirt pulling him closer. Our kiss deepened and heated quickly. He pushed me against the counter top, hands trailing to my hips, lifting me up and setting me on the flat surface. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. His hands touched my thighs forcing arousal through my body. I sighed deeply letting his lips break apart from mine to trail down my neck until he paused to suck and nibble one spot. I released a small moan as his hands gripped my thighs firmly. He kissed me again grinding our hips together. I tried to hold back the sounds of pleasure but I couldn't. My fingers tangled in his hair as I nibbled his bottom lip.

"You're killing me, Jay." He groaned softly.

"I don't have to be. I'm yours for the taking." I said voice low.

His eyes that were already dark with lust darkened even more. They seemed to take on an insatiate and voracious look. I swallowed as I was lifted and he began working my lips with his again. I'm not sure how but we made it to his bedroom without tripping or falling. Steve threw me roughly on the bed stripping himself of his shirt before crawling over me. Our lips were connected again and I could feel his hands touching everywhere he could on my torso leaving the skin burning. My back arched into his touch.

"Tell me you want this." Steve pleaded looking for consent.

"I want this. I want you." I said quietly and confidently.

He kissed my forehead before taking my shirt off and running a finger over my left nipple. I shivered from the pleasure. I looked at him carefully as he kept running that finger over my body in different places. Even in the dim light, I could see him perfectly. The toned muscles that rippled with every movement, the strong bone structure of his face, and the faint glow of his blue eyes. I sat up pressing my lips to his neck letting my hands run over his chest. He grunted easily slipping my pants and underwear off. I blushed but continued to kiss his jawline. He grunted again pushing me so I was laying on my back again.

"You're so beautiful." He said kissing me again.

I reached between us, unbuttoning his pants. He got the hint slipping them off and I was a bit shocked by his lack of underwear. His hands came around to squeeze my butt cheeks. I tried and failed to choke down the whimper. He smirked into the kiss rolling so I was on top. I ground our hips together feeling a new pleasure as our naked erections rubbed against each other. steve let out a deep moan as he broke the kiss.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked

"Yes, Steve. I want this, I'm ready." I told him.

He nodded flipping us over again. He kept his hips moving as he reached into his nightstand drawer to grab something. I wasn't paying attention, I was just focused on my hips rocking against his.

"Jay spread your legs for me."He said softly, giving me room to change my mind.

I did as I was told, spreading my legs and exposing myself to him. I had to let out a gasp though when suddenly his lips were wrapped around my shaft and a finger was pushing into me quickly. All the new sensations almost brought me to orgasm but I held off. His finger was thrusting and his mouth was moving before I could wrap my head around what he was doing. When he added a second finger I wiggled my hips just a bit but there wasn't any pain.

In fact, there was barely any discomfort. My back arched feeling the pressure building up in my lower stomach.

"Shit Steve, I..." I cut myself off not knowing what to say as my fingers tangled in his hair trying to pull him away.

Instead, he kept bobbing his head as he added the third finger. I only felt the pain for a moment before overwhelming pleasure took its place. I laid there panting trying to catch my breath. I could feel his fingers still moving in me but it was almost soothing. When I finally started to come down from my euphoric high Steve's fingers were missing and instead his head was pressed against me.

"Are you ready?" He questioned.

"Yes," I muttered.

I wasn't ready. Not quite. Not ready for the pain of his cock stretching me beyond comprehension. He was being slow and stopping every couple of inches or so to allow me to adjust but it hurt.

"Jay, relax and breath. It'll get better." His voice sounded strained like he wanted to say to hell with it and start thrusting wildly but he didn't

I forced my body to relax as he leaned down to kiss my lips. My breathing evened out and he stroked my flaccid shaft back to life before he started pushing in again. I focused on the pleasure until his hips were flush against my thighs. We both struggled to control our breathing while he paused allowing my body to become accustomed to this.

"Can you please just move," I said after a while.

Steve took a deep breath and began slowly and gently thrusting into me. The pain was on longer there but neither was the pleasure, all there was, was a stinging discomfort until Steve re-angled his hips and trusted. I whimpered out in pleasure as stars danced in my eyes. He trusts slightly harder hitting the same spot.

"Steve. Please." I moaned.

"What do you want?" He smirked.

"I don't know just please."My mind wasn't working right and my speech was slightly slurred.

He kissed my lips and his thrusts became slow and powerful, rocking my body. I tried to move my hips with his but failed and gave up. He leaned over, arms resting on either side of my head, and his forehead rested against mine. The pleasure was intense. Nothing I'd ever felt before and every power filled thrust pushed me closer to the edge. Our moans mixed in the air and our scents mingled and brushed against each other before tangling and embracing much like our bodies were. The pressure continued to build until I was teetering on the edge.

"Fuck, Steve." I moaned as I fell over the edge, orgasm hitting hard and making a mess between us.

Steve was cumming soon after, hot fluid filling me. We both were left panting and tired. He slowly pulled out rolling off of me and going to the bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth. He cleaned us off before crawling back into bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked pulling me into him and stroking my hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said wrapping my arms around him.

He kissed the top of my head humming in content. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.