A/N: Sorry for the late post! I was in a bad mood and didn't remember. Anyways! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.


Steve's POV

After Sera left, Bucky took one look at me and said, "I'm sorry for what I did to her."

"Buck, we are all consenting adults. I get it now. Well, I understand it, but I don't like it. I was raised to believe sex should be between a man and a woman, but you taught me it was okay. The world is more open to things like this now, but I'm not okay with the idea of you beating her and abusing her body like that."

"Even if she likes it? Even when she begs for it?"

"Buck, we discussed that I would be in the room during said times to step in if I feel its not pleasurable for her anymore."

"You think I like that part of myself? I hate it. I don't want it, but it's like there is still a trigger inside my head Steve. When something happens, when things are out of my control, I go blank. I fight it, but I need control over myself sometimes, over the situation. This hasn't happened since Russia. It's not going to be an every week showing."

"Buck, I just want you to think about something first. Sera has been through a lot of fights, but none while she could possibly be pregnant. So the next time you feel like that, and need that special treatment for release, what if she's pregnant? How would you get it without hurting her like you did today? Because keeping the oxygen from her body will not only damage her, it would harm the figurative baby."

Bucky was quiet after that and got up, collecting the kids on each hip and walking out the open door. I knew where he was going. Sera had set up the upper floor of the stable as another apartment, and the kids loved the horses. I needed to blow off some steam. Walking towards the gym, I thought about how I left them, and how I found them this morning.

His metal arm was around her delicate neck.

His body pounding into her furiously.

The already deep bruises on her slender wrists.

As I approached, he didn't even look over at me. Just kept looking at her with those cold eyes, a smug look of satisfaction on his face. It was the Soldier in that moment.

But it wasn't.

As I approached the punching bag, I sent it flying from the first punch. Leaning over to grab another one, I heard a low whistle.

"Remind me never to get you that angry." A soft voice said from the doorway. I looked over as I took a few deep breaths and saw Natasha's slender form leaning up against the frame.

"What do you want Romanoff?"

"Is Sera around?" She asked.

"No she- You already know."

"I just wanted to see your reaction. From the way you said her name, something happened."

"Something did happen Natasha. A few days ago, remember? The day we were supposed to celebrate her, she nearly died!"

"But, she didn't Steve."

"But she could have. If she didn't have the Inhuman gene, we could have been having a funeral right now."

"Sera is alive." Natasha said, putting a hand on my shoulder. It wasn't meant to be comforting; it was weighted, as if to snap me out of my thought process. She took a stance on the mats and I conceded, bracing myself for the fight. She didn't speak, only attacked, most of which I could block if my head hadn't been so filled with anger.

She stopped and gave me a hard look, "There is something else bothering you."

"I found her and Bucky this morning." I sighed.

"And you're jealous they started without you?" She teased.

"He was choking her as…"

"Oh, I'm surprised this hasn't come up sooner." She smiled. My eyes narrowed in annoyance as I said, "She is covered in bruises."

"We both left each other covered in bruises after our time together." She smirked. I shook my head to clear the thought. I didn't want to think of Natasha that way.

"She seemed so okay with them, with the way he was treating her. I'm not okay with the bruises, the… abuse."

"It's not abuse when you trust that person. I can relate."

"What was his name?"

"Sasha. He was an instructor of mine in the Red Room. He had to… condition us to abuse. Some men need to feel like they are in control, and then secrets just spill from their mouths. When it came time for us to learn the art of seduction, he was the one that took our innocence."

"I'm sorry."

"I trusted him. I shouldn't have, according to my Headmistress. Love is for children. She would make us repeat it over and over as he taught us."

"Why don't you try seeing it from Bucky's perspective? He lost control, and Sera was helping him regain it. She wouldn't have said yes if she couldn't handle it. He trusted her judgment on what her body could handle."

"What if he forced it on her? I just can't look at him right now."

"He didn't. A dom will never force it on a submissive. A true dom that is, not this soft-core stuff they are making movies about. There are safe words, and they always ask questions to their submissive, wanting answers before they do anything. They take no as a no."

"I don't want to think about that stuff."

"But it applies Steve."

"Sera seems stronger." I said as I sank to the mat, resting my palms behind my back, with my legs stretched out in front of me. Natasha sat down, leaning her forearms on her propped up knee, saying, "She's going to need some more training. How to use her wings in a fight, the whole fireball thing."

"Well, Coulson is taking the agents back in a few days. She needs Daisy's knowledge of Inhumans."

"Actually, I was just coming to talk to you about that Captain Rogers." Coulson's voice said as he and Tony walked in.

"About Sera?"

"About SHIELD. I've been thinking about how hard it is for all of us when we are hours away from each other's bases. It would make more sense to be in the same area."

"So, I've already purchased the next 500 acres, around our own land, for the base and Sera made a point to mention the Helicarrier the other day to me. Housing in the city would cause too much attention if it needed to come down for maintenance." Tony explained, agreeing with Phil on being out here.

"You want the Helicarrier?" I asked Phil.

"I think it would be mutually beneficial to both teams. Having a fully trained staff operating and maintaining it, while allowing it as a neutral zone for rest between missions overseas. There would be less need for using jet fuel in such large quantities, and it would mean a large number of advantages for us. Twice as many eyes on satellite information and a shorter response time."

While everything he said made sense, I was still not convinced.

"Daisy and Lincoln would be here to teach her more often, Steve." Natasha said, and I sighed.

"So long as we all agree, we run our own ships."

"And we work together. No one has seniority." Phil agreed.

"We discuss things as a team. Everyone has a say, a vote, a voice." I said sternly.

"So we're on the same page," Phil smirked. I nodded, "We are."

Tony interrupted us by saying, "Well now I have a building to design. ARSENAL, help me draw up specs. I want three floors, and a sub-level for a shooting range. Shall I design you a sister? How about a baby brother?"

"I have no preference of gender Sir. Madam designed me and I believe she shall once again want to design and create for SHIELD."

"Fine. She gets to do all the fun stuff. I do like the name LUCY though…" Tony said as he disappeared down the hall.

"Should we have someone make sure he doesn't go overboard?" Natasha said and I looked at Phil.

"I'll call our scientist wrangler to oversee him." Phil smirked, as he pulled out his phone to call Darcy as he walked out of the gym

"I've enjoyed our chat Rogers. Now, what are you going to do?"