Since Steve and Chris started dating a year ago they've been on a few missions together. Always at Steve's request.
They are very good about seeing Chris's grandmother. She's always happy to see that they are together, but then a few minutes later she forgets.
With their similar schedules they decided to move in together and save money. Chris was almost always at Steve's anyways.
Steve is such a romantic, although what else should Chris expect from a guy who used to be 5'4" and grew up in the thirties. He makes sure they have a date night once a week.
Tonight he decided to cook Chris dinner. He's supposed to have it all ready when she gets home from her grandmothers.
When Chris walked into their apartment all the lights were off.
"Steve?" She said as she walked in. She turned on the lights and put her hand on her gun. When she walked into the kitchen there was a bouquet of flowers on the table with a note.

On the roof.
-Steve

Chris smiled and walked out and up to the roof. Steve was standing on the edge looking out at the city with a beer in his hand. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"It's a beautiful night." Chris smiled.
"That it is." Steve said and pulled one of her hands up to his lips. He turned around and Chris looked next to him to see a table for two set up. There were candles all around the table.
"Wow." Chris said quietly.
"It's over kill. I know" Steve said rubbing the back his neck nervously.
"It's perfect." She smiled.
Steve smiled back and they walked over to the table. Steve pulled out her chair for her and she laughed while she sat down.
"My gentleman." She said.
"Tonight I have made you three cheese tortellini with tomatoes and pancetta and a pest Alfredo sauce."
"Sounds delicious."
"I hope so."
He put some on her plate and then grated some Parmesan on top before he served himself.
He sat in his seat and waited for Chris to take a bite.
"Is it good?" He asked.
"It's amazing."
Steve looked relieved.
"Steve, it's always amazing. Why would this time be any different?"
"It's a new Alfredo recipe."
"It's always amazing."
"Okay. Okay." Steve said laughing as he threw his hands up in surrender.
They sat there talking, eating and drinking beer.
After they were finished they took the dishes down to their apartment and washed them. They placed them in the dishwasher and grabbed another beer.
Steve looked at Chris and smiled.
"What?" Chris asked smiling.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Captain."
Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"No 'Captain' at home, Trigger."
"Who gave me that nickname anyways? Trigger? Sounds like tigger from Winnie the Pooh.
Steve laughed and rested his forehead on hers.
"You have beautiful eyes." Chris said looking up at him.
"Me? Have you seen yours?"
"Yes, and they don't even compare."
"Oh yes they do. Those brown eyes that look like melted dark chocolate. All I want is to stare into them forev-." She cut him off by kissing him.
"Just stop arguing." She smiled.

Chris was having a terrible nightmare. She was back in Iraq lying on that table being held down by three men.
"What are the Americans planning? Why won't they leave? Where is your base?" Someone kept asking over and over.
"Screw you. I'll never tell." She spat.
"You will. Eventually. They all do. Give her a drink."
Chris started screaming and trying to get out of their grip. Someone came over and put a rag over her face. The water came pouring down and she couldn't spit it out. Soon she couldn't even breathe.
Chris shot up in bed panting. Steve was sitting up next to her looking at her worriedly.
She got out of bed and walked over to the window. She crossed her arms and leaned against the pane.
She felt Steve wrap his arms around her, but she didn't move.
"Another nightmare?" Steve asked.
"I couldn't breathe."
"It's over now. You're safe." He said and kissed her shoulder.
"It's not over. I see it every day. The memories are so vivid."
"We'll get through this, but I think it's time you really talk to someone about these nightmares."
"Can I just talk to you?"
"Of course."
They went back to sleep in each other's arms. The next morning Steve went out for a run and Chris stayed home. She was hopping out of the shower when her phone went off. She quickly pulled on some jeans and a navy-blue long-sleeved shirt.
Chris hopped in the car and met Steve and Natasha at the air field. They were suited up and briefed on the way.
"Pirates took over 93 minutes ago." Rumlow said.
"Demands?" Chris asked.
"1.5 billion."
"Why so steep?" Steve asked.
"It's SHIELD's."
"It's not off course. It's trespassing." Steve said.
"I'm sure there's a good reason." Natasha said.
"How many pirates?" Steve asked.
"Twenty-five. They're led by this guy." Rumlow said pulling up a picture on the big screen.
"George Bartoc. He's ex DGSE action division. He's on the top of Interpol's Red Notice. He's got a rep for killing anyone he sees fit." Chris said cracking her knuckles.
"Hostages?" Steve asked.
"All techs except for one. They're being held in the galley." Rumlow said.
"Alright, Chris and I will sweep the deck to find Bartoc. Natasha, kill the engines and wait for further instructions. Rumlow, find the hostages and get them out." Steve said to everyone.
"You heard the Cap. Suit up." Rumlow instructed the rest of the men.
They walked back and Chris grabbed some more mags, placing them on her belt.
Steve tested our radios and Chris replied.
"So, you know Bartoc?" Steve asked Chris.
"What do you mean?" She asked trying to brush him off.
"Come on, Chris. I know you." Steve said grabbing her shoulders and making her look at him.
"It doesn't matter."
"I love you."
"I love you too." She replied and he kissed her forehead.
"Approaching the drop zone." The pilot said over the radio.
Steve opened the hanger door and looked at Chris. He grabbed her hand and jumped, pulling her with him towards the water. He held her closed as they hit the water. They came up and she glared at Steve.
"What?" Steve asked.
"After all that work I did on my hair." Chris said jokingly angry.
"And you still look beautiful."
The two of them climbed up the anchor's chain to the boat. Steve and Chris found pirates within seconds. They were taking them out one by one. Chris had a suppressor on her gun and Steve would just knock them out.
"How many was that?" Steve asked after they had cleared off a section of the deck for the rest of our team to land.
"I think twenty." Chris laughed then heard a gun cock behind her head.
"Don't move." He said to Chris.
He was then shot by Rumlow.
"Thanks." Steve said to Rumlow.
"You two seemed to be helpless without me." He said sarcastically.
Steve and Chris broke off and found Bartoc. They waited to move until they knew everyone else was in position.
"Targets acquired." Someone said.
"STRIKE in position." Rumlow said.
"Natasha, status?" Steve asked.
There was silence over the comms.
"Natasha?" Chris asked.
"Hang on!" She yelled.
After some grunts they got a response.
"Engine room secured." She replied.
"On my mark. One... two... three." Steve said.
Steve and Chris made their way to the control room. Steve threw his shield through the glass and it knocked out the other guy in the control room. Steve jumped through the window and Bartoc kicked him. Chris chased Bartoc while Steve got his shield and followed.
"Hostages in route to extraction, hostiles are still in play." Rumlow said over the comms.
"Natasha, help Rumlow protect the hostages. Chris, where are you?" Steve asked over the comms.
Bartoc rounded a corner and Chris followed him. He punched her as she turned the corner. She hit the wall. Bartoc went to kick her head, but she moved out of the way. He punched her again and she hit her head on a pole. When the room had stopped spinning Chris saw that Steve had kicked Bartoc down. Bartoc stood up and she ran over and pushed him through a door. She sat on his chest and punched him over and over.
"This...is...for...Wesley!" Chris said between punches.
Chris looked back and saw Steve standing in the doorway.
"Well, this is awkward." Natasha said.
They looked over and saw her standing at a computer.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked.
"Backing up the hard drive." She replied.
"Rumlow needed your help. Why are you here?" Steve was not happy.
"Completing my mission."
"The mission was to rescue the hostages." Chris said standing next to Steve.
"That was your mission." Natasha said and grabbed the flash drive out of the computer.
"You just jeopardized the entire mission."
Bartoc stood up and threw a grenade at them. Steve batted it away and they jumped through a window into the other room to escape the blast. They all sat against the wall panting.
"That one's on me." Natasha said.
Chris looked at her arm and saw the shard of glass protruding from her bicep. Steve looked over at her and saw it as well.
"Chris, are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." Chris responded and left it in there.
"I'll take that one too." Natasha said.
"Damn right." Steve said and helped Chris up.
The three of them got to the rendezvous and were picked up. Steve sat next to Chris and looked at her arm.
"Come on. Let me take care of that." Steve said gently.
Chris sat there as he pulled out the huge shard. She gave a small wince and Steve looked at her.
"I need to wrap it up."
Chris unzipped her top and pulled it off her shoulders. She was glad she had remembered to wear her tank top underneath this time.
Steve wrapped up her arm and gave her a small smile.
"Good as new." Steve smiled.
"Thanks." Chris smiled.