Steve shifted so his weight kept my arm pinned against my back as he continued to thrust into me. I let out a moan that was distorted by the dryer vibrating against my chest. I pushed back against him gripping the edge tightly with my free hand. I moaned again when I felt his teeth brush the back of my neck. My entire body slowly tensed from the overwhelming pleasure. His arm came around to rest against my mouth as his thrusts became faster and more sporadic. Nowhere near close enough to the edge I seemed to plummet over, my teeth sinking into his forearm cutting my cry short. Steve groaned in my ear, hips slowing to a stop.

"Can you release my arm now?" He asked after a few minutes. I unlocked my jaw, blood immediately filling my mouth as the wound was allowed to bleed freely. I grabbed the closest towel that we neglected to fold so we could have sex and placed some against his arm and another part was used to catch the blood I spit out. Steve leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against my neck. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" I asked.

"Great. How about you go get your mouth rinsed out while I get this covered and then we can finish the laundry." He said.

"We also need to clean up our mess," I said pushing myself away so I could see my cum dripping down the side of the machine. I pulled up my pants as Steve chuckled.

I rested my head on Steve's chest as he stroked my hair. The blinds and curtains were closed making the room dark. After getting laundry done the previous day we decided that we could afford a lazy day. I couldn't help the off feeling though. It had been a lingering feeling since we'd reentered our relationship. I couldn't place the feeling though. I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. We were missing something. Something had vanished during our break and it couldn't find it's way back, leaving a very incomplete feeling in its wake. Steve didn't seem to notice it but I couldn't shake the feeling. Everything seemed so normal but there was a hesitance making everything feel... Wrong?

"Jay, what are you thinking so hard about?" Steve asked. His thumb rubbed the crease between my eyebrows until the skin was smooth again.

"I'm actually not sure how to talk to you about this." I grabbed his hand moving it to my naked chest and away from my face.

"You can tell me anything." He encouraged rubbing my hand. I hummed letting the conversation be put on pause for now. I tried to think back to when the feeling had started exactly but whet my brain came up with was confusing. It kept going back to the day we caught Bucky. The dream I'd had triggered the off feeling. Almost non-existent at first and then it was put on hold while my brain healed from the concussion. It picked up where it left off. My fingers trailed to the pendant hanging around my neck as I sat up and drew my knees to my chest.

"I'm worried about you. You haven't been yourself for a while and it seems like you're just drifting further away. I want to help but I can't unless you talk to me." Steve said also sitting up.

I sighed. " I don't know where to begin. I'm not sure how to make it make sense." He also sighed adjusting himself like he was prepared to sit there until I figured it out.

"Start talking, I'll ask questions as needed. Sound good." I nodded.

"Something has been off with us."

"Since the day we captured Bucky." He finished.

"Yeah, I can't place what it is. I initially thought that the break up had just caused a rift between us that we hadn't quite come back from but after some thought, I realized that it did start that day." I took a deep breath trying to figure it out.

"That day was the first time you refused to talk to me." He said.

"My memory of that day may be fuzzy but I'm pretty sure I was speaking to you." My brows furrowed trying to think past the fog.

"That's not what I meant. You had a nightmare before we attacked Hydra. I asked you about it but you completely shut me out." He said.

"I had every intention to talk to you about it after the mission but a head injury got in the way." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Do you want to tell me about it now?"

"I don't remember it well but it started out with Bucky chasing me through the streets and we ended up at this place... It was a building but I don't remember what purpose it served. Anyway, I came to a dead end and then you were there and you both were trying to get me into this bed. I kept asking you to stop but you insisted everything was fine. The last thing I remember is the fucking shock collar." I flinched a bit as the word slipped out of my mouth but Steve ignored it.

"I wouldn't do that to you. If you wanted me to stop anything I would. You know that right?" I nodded. "Have you had any more dreams like that?"

"Not like that. No." My voice was quiet.

"But you've had more?" His question wasn't a question at all. It was more of a fact stated, incomplete and left hanging in case I wanted to shut down the conversation and leave it for another time.

"Just one. It wasn't a nightmare. It was... A sex dream. It started out with you, Nat and I and then it turned into you, Bucky and I. I'm not attracted to Nat or Bucky. That one kinda came out of left field." I looked away from him, ashamed of what my subconscious mind was possibly trying to tell me.

"Jay, wet dreams don't always mean you're attracted to someone. It could have something more to do with trust or maybe it didn't mean anything at all. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." He tried to reassure me.

"I know but I still don't like it," I argued. He laughed pulling me so I was leaning against his side. I smiled a little pushing myself closer.

"I love you." He said planting a firm kiss on my head. I nodded knowing he didn't expect an answer. "How do you feel now?"

"I don't know. That feeling has definitely subsided." I told him.

He leaned back so I was once again laying on his chest, relaxing on his naked chest in our darkened room. I wanted to enjoy the last bit of time we would have until Bucky came to stay with us.

The next day when we went to visit him there wouldn't be glass between us. There would be nothing between us but air. I wasn't nervous or scared, I didn't dwell on it. Whatever reaction I had would be true and without alteration based on the feelings, I would have by overthinking. Steve ran his fingers up and down my spine. I shivered in pleasure leaning into his touch. It felt good and relaxing.

"what do you know about your people?" Steve asked after a few hours of running his fingers up and down my spine in silence.

"That our first change comes around the beginning of puberty. We're stronger than humans. We have a better sense of smell than most dogs and our hearing his amazing. And there's the whole if we don't phase very ofter we die." I said.

"Is that really everything you know?" He asked.

"I don't know anyone else like me. I wasn't able to ask questions growing up. If anything happens I don't know if it's normal or not." I buried my nose in his chest.

"Right. You were young when Hydra took you. Maybe Thor could find something out. Get some answers for you." He suggested.

"Maybe I'll ask him someday." I took a deep breath. My home realm was very obscure and unknown to most realms. It was one of the smallest and was often overlooked by people who knew sub-realms well.

"Baby it was just a suggestion if you don't want to you don't have to." My ears perked at the name.

"Since when do you call me baby?" I asked lifting my head so our eyes locked.

"Sorry, it just kind of slipped." He said moving his blue eyes away from my face.

"No don't be. I like it." I told him kissing the small indent in his collar bones at the base of his throat. He gave me a smile pulling me up into a kiss.

I laughed as Steve tried to flip a pancake, splattering batter everywhere. "It would be easier if you used a spatula and quit trying to impress me." He turned giving me a mock glare as he grabbed the aforementioned tool. Soon he had two stacks of pancakes ready for both of us and he sat down so we could eat.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked as we finished breakfast. I shrugged my shoulders still trying to ignore what was going to happen. Steve nodded in understanding but I highly doubted he understood what was really going through my mind. It wasn't just a big step for me. It was one of those obstacles that seemed impossible to overcome.

The car ride and the walk to Bucky's cell were very much like the first time we made it. Steve kept a hand on my back but this time I felt like it was to keep me from running. I felt like it to. My legs wanted to turn and sprint for the exit. I kept moving forward however and the Captain helped with that. After what seemed like forever we made it to the door of the cell and paused for a brief moment. Steve gave me the time to take a deep breath and didn't rush me when I needed a little bit of extra time. There were several Shield Agents waiting around as well. I took note of each individual agent and noticed Agent Sparkles standing with the others. I was a bit surprised to see him but then again shield seemed to trust me a lot more than they did in the beginning.

With a final nerve calming breath we walked in. Bucky stood on one side of the room leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. My feet quit working and my heart began racing. Steve took a step toward Bucky and when Bucky didn't move Steve walked over finally able to properly greet his best friend. I watched them carefully trying to keep my nerves in check.

Everything in my body wanted to phase and put distance between Steve and Bucky but I stopped myself. Steve and Bucky hugged and I had to refrain from growling. I didn't want Bucky to hurt Steve. I watched him closely until I heard Steve talking to me.

"Jay come on. Slow steps you've got this." Steve said grinning. I took another deep breath and took slow steps half way to them. I paused my movements, clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth.

"You're almost there, come on." Steve encouraged but Bucky eyes me, reading my body language perfectly.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Stevie. He's close enough for now."

Steve sighed. " You're right. When you're ready." Our eyes connected and I wished I could just walk over to them. My palms were sweaty, my heart was beating so hard I thought it might explode, and a tension headache had started to form at the base of my skull.