A/N: Hey guys. So, I'm catching up on a few other stories this week, so I'm gonna give you three chapters. Don't ask why, just enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers.
Dropping in altitude, I raised my hands in surrender as I dropped onto the Presidential lawn. Numerous Secret Service men came out with their weapons raised, and I got down on my knees.
"Hands behind your head!" They yelled and I did so.
"My name is Sera Stark, and I need to speak to the President, immediately." I said as they surrounded me. As they spoke into their comms, I breathed deeply. A Secret Service agent came up to me that I recognized and said, "Miss Stark."
"Hey Frank," I smirked.
"You can get up now," He said and I raised myself from my knees, without letting my hands leave my head.
"Stand down," Frank ordered the other men, and nodded to me that I could lower my hands.
"He'll see you. Couldn't have just called?" He teased.
"I don't quite trust phones," I joked.
I was brought inside, and I looked back slightly to see a few tourists had taken pictures and were pointing to me. As the doors closed, I was led down several hallways towards the Oval Office. Many of the Staff nodded to me, and I responded back with a nod of my own. Most of them were here when the Centipede soldier tried to hold the President hostage, and I came to the rescue.
"Mr. President," The Secret Service agent said, gaining President Matthew Ellis's attention.
"Thank you Frank. Sera, what can I do for you?" President Ellis asked. I approached the chair he offered me in front of his desk, and I said, "Thank you for seeing me. I know you could have refused."
"I assumed you'd call the next time you needed my help."
"Well, I wasn't sure if you'd like the favor I'm about to ask of you."
"I'm assuming it's a difficult topic." He said, gesturing to my red eyes.
"Oh, no. I just delivered Captain Rogers some bad news about a friend of his."
As the President asked for his Staff to leave the room, all except Frank, I said, "It's not so much difficult, as a large favor."
"How large?" He asked, smile on his face.
"I need to address the United Nations assembly, personally." I blurted out, and he frowned slightly.
"I'll pull a few strings. I'm assuming it's about this imminent threat to Earth."
"Partially, and partly because they are going to try and implement a Superhero Registration Act. The Sokovian Accords?"
"So you caught wind of Ross's plans," He said, frowning further.
"And I can tell you it's not going to work. It's… I need to show you," I said, bringing the hologram up on my watch. I showed him the exact same news clips I showed the team not an hour ago, and he sat back in his chair. As I showed the video clip of my 'interrogation session' he covered his mouth in concern.
"Now, this may not play out exactly like this, but to the same effect. The Avengers will not sign. What if this 'committee' makes us go somewhere we are not needed? What if there is somewhere we need to go, but they say no? By signing, we give away our right to choose. This is what happened in an alternate dimension to our own, one where I don't exist to help stop this. It split the Avengers and left an even bigger wound on the world."
"And Ross wants you to say no," He concluded, "To make more super soldiers."
"Hydra just wants Steve. Again. I feel like every time we solve something Hydra related, they come back, worse."
"Like a weed, or the flu." He acknowledged.
"Exactly."
"Alright Sera. I'll get you a meeting with them." He said, before pressing a button on his desk, "If you can get me proof about Ross, in this dimension, I'll get his arrest. And we'll throw him right into the hole you built for those scumbags."
"Thank you Mr. President." I smiled, shaking his hand.
"Now, how are your kids?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Big," I chuckled, showing him a picture of them playing in the snow from this morning.
"Wow," He exclaimed, smiling, "Didn't you have them only last March?"
"Yeah. They look like their two years old now. It's all due to the serums from their Dad's." I said, tucking the phone back in my pocket.
"How are they by the way? Last I heard, they weren't letting you leave the Base without a security detail," He laughed.
"No, I just keep disappearing and they don't appreciate it. The inter-dimensional trip lasted two weeks and it was a complete accident. And before that, I nearly blew up in Lagos. So, I'm kinda on house arrest. Oh, I forgot to tell them about this," I said, smacking my forehead and sending off a quick text to both of them.
"Whoops," He smiled.
"Well, I will get you your evidence. Are you, wait, no you're probably not going to want to hear my methods," I said, waving it off.
"I know you'll use whatever is necessary Sera, but try to remember that the world will see your actions, our actions, and judge us accordingly. I'm counting on you Sera."
"I understand Mr. President. I won't let you down," I promised, as Frank opened the door for me.
"Say hello to your husbands for me." He said, waving goodbye to me, and I said, "Of course."
As I landed next to the barn, I quietly folded my wings in as I heard a low voice talking to my horses. I peeked around the corner to see Loki brushing Sunchaser's mane. I snickered as I noticed him talking to Sweet Feet as well, and her responding back in a whiny.
"Wait your turn." He said softly, and she huffed.
"She's a dramatic one," I said, and Loki seemed to jump at the sound of my voice.
"The Captain and the Soldier are not happy you left."
"Man, they really need to get over this whole, 'controls everything I do' routine. I'm my own person, and I needed to do something. Steve really has a hard time with that. He can jump out of a plane without a parachute, but I can't fly to talk with the President about our current situation."
"I assume you've already done so," Loki stated, as I grabbed a brush and moved to comb through Sweet Feet's mane.
"So, I never got to ask you. How was your time over there?" He asked, nonchalantly and I sighed.
"Hard. I was surrounded by familiar people that didn't know me. What's worse, I think Bucky's doppelganger reverse Stockholm Syndrome'd me."
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Basically, I think he developed a crush on me. He was my shadow most of the time, and he comforted me one night."
"Did you…" He asked, looking concerned.
"No. He just danced with me, reminded me of home. He was sweet, and caring." I explained as Sweet Feet searched me for a snack, "No girl, I don't have anything."
"They both missed you. It's been a long few weeks for them. But they've enjoyed roaming the field with me," He smiled, and I chuckled. No more words were spoken between the two of us, but I grabbed a saddle from the shelf, and a fresh blanket for Sunchaser's back. Loki got my train of thought, and said, "I promised Maria I would watch a movie with her."
"Really?" I asked, a devious smile creeping onto my face.
"Miss Hill and I have been getting a lot closer," He said, looking down at his feet.
"Don't be ashamed of your feelings for her. She's the kind of woman that needs to know where your relationship/friendship stands, but isn't going to wait around until you figure it out. Tell her."
"I'm worried my past will lead her to think I'm lying." He sighed contemplatively.
"It won't. Take the jump," I smiled, as I tightened the saddle straps and grabbed my boots. He smirked and said, "Easier said than done. She's intimidating."
"Do it," I said, chanting. He laughed, covering my mouth with both of his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I will."
"Good. Now, I'm missing the feeling of horseback riding. Run along now," I teased. He laughed, "Alright then, I'll see you at dinner."
"Who is cooking tonight?" I asked.
"Wanda and Jemma."
"YES!" I shouted, "Both are great cooks."
"I'm looking forward to it." Loki said, before giving a small wave and taking off out of the stable. Opening the door to Sunchaser's stall and then throwing open the door to the field.
"Chase me," I said, running out into the cool, autumn air. Sunchaser followed behind me, dropping his neck to allow me to use his neck like a swing to bring myself under and around to the saddle.
"Alright boy, this may be one of our last rides of the year. Just kidding, I'm still riding while pregnant, and I loved riding in the snow."
He neighed in response, clearly happy to be running with me again. It was a few minutes of riding before I noticed four figures approaching the fence line. I nudged Sunchaser over and finally found that it was my husbands and my babes.
"Mama! Can I ride with you?" Callie asked, clearly excited.
"If Dad hands you over to me, sure thing babe." I smiled, and Steve smiled down at Callie, lifting her up and over the fence. I grabbed her easily from his arms, and plopped her down in front of me.
"I heard from a little boy that someone took him horseback riding without me," I teased Bucky. His smile was easy as he responded, "Yeah, he was missing you."
"And missing me constituted riding without me?" I joked, before Callie demanded we move.
"One lap and then we have to go inside for dinner. Auntie Jemma and Auntie Wanda are making supper," Steve said, and Bucky chuckled.
"That should be interesting."
"They are both excellent cooks. Don't be mean," I said, before telling Sunchaser to move. Callie screamed in joy as Sun took off, a lot faster than I wanted him to go, but he seemed to listen to her shrieks of joy and sense she was okay.
As I brought her back to the stable, I told her to hold onto the horn while I got off. And once I was on the ground, she easily slid off.
"Oh you crazy little girl," I giggled along with her.
"Bye Sunny!" She said as Bucky came and stole her out of my arms.
"I'll be there in a minute. Just have to wash up," I said, and Steve handed Elijah off to Bucky as well, staying behind with me. I got the two horses feed in their troughs, and fresh water. I added some more hay to their stalls and left each with a carrot in their feed.
"I'm just gonna wash up upstairs," I said to Steve, he followed me up the staircase to the small apartment, leaning against the bathroom doorframe to watch me. I stripped off my dirty shirt, and was down to my tank top when I felt his hands around my waist. He hugged me to his chest, and I realized he wanted to talk about Peggy now. Well, at least accept comfort.
I didn't say anything, simply holding him and humming to soothe his nerves. I felt him attempt to breathe deeply, and he go choked up instead.
"Let it out Steve," I whispered. He didn't cry much. I knew there was only one other time in his life he had cried. When he thought Bucky died. He had told me as much when we first started dating. He didn't even cry at his mother's death. He felt like he had to be stronger.
While Steve was known to voice his opinions, standing up to bullies, and refusing to let people treat someone else without respect, he rarely showed exactly how he was feeling. Bucky wore his heart on his sleeve. I had comforted Bucky more times than I comforted Steve. Steve was the kind of person that would wait until he knew he was completely alone to cry, or show his emotions.
"She is… was… a huge part of my life."
"And she always will be Steve." I said, as he let out whatever emotion.
"Do you respect her? Do you respect how much she sacrificed in her life, how much work she had to do to get the world to where it is now?"
"Yes."
"She isn't dying in vain. She had a long life. And I know she was a big part of your wartime years. I respect her for how she pushed you to be the best version of yourself. But she isn't immortal. She will live on in you, and our memories. Put that eidetic memory to good use. How about we go see her this weekend? Or if you'd prefer, just you?"
His sobbing stopped, and I continued to rub his back, while he thought.
"I want the kids to see her one last time," He sighed.
"You know Bucky and I will be with you. You won't be alone," I whispered, as I pulled back to look into his eyes. His smile warmed my heart as he said, "I know. I love you."
"I love you more," I smiled, before he rested his forehead on my own. His lips descended upon mine in a flurry of passion and I didn't try to stop him from pulling my body closer to his own.
"You won't lose me too," I sighed as his lips and tongue bathed my neck in love bites. But it didn't stop him from hurriedly parting both of us of our clothes, and laying me down on the soft carpet and entering me without any foreplay. It wasn't as painful as I imagined it would have been, had I not already been wet from his kisses.
His thrusting was hard, and determined as he began to give me more love bites along my collarbone and the other side of my neck. His thrusting got faster and more erratic, as I felt him near his climax. I moaned softly as I felt the stirrings of my own. As he came, he pulled out, seeping onto my stomach, and nearly collapsing.
"I love you," he sighed. I reached up to cup his cheek saying, "I love you too. You're lucky your fast, otherwise you would be explaining to Natasha why we have to wait another month for the implantation."
His smile appeared, a little less pained than before, and said, "I would explain that I am allowed to make love to my wife."
"And your wife is allowed to comfort you with her body, when you need it."
"Now, let me take care of my wife," He said, getting up to get a facecloth wet. I just laid my head back down on the ground and sighed. My eyes closed as a warm cloth was wiped over my stomach. Steve chuckled before I felt a single finger enter me gently.
"Oh," I sighed, as I felt him reach that spot with his long fingers.
"Anything you'd like?" He teased, as I squirmed.
"Anything!" I panted. His responding chuckle made me think he was going to be ok. This wasn't going to break him.
