Rebecca slips out of bed after trying to sleep for nearly an hour. She looks down at Steve, heavy with sleep. She stretched, getting the kinks out of her well-used body. She smiled at that. She was feeling antsy, still feeling the extra energy from Steve coursing through her. She decided to go for a walk to get rid of some of that energy. She got dressed in some jeans and a shirt. She kissed Steve on the cheek before leaving.
She walked down the hall, before coming across a glass wall, with an extraordinary view of Wakanda. She stopped, standing in front of the glass, looking at it.
"It's a nice view," She heard Natasha say. Rebecca turned, seeing some chairs, seeing Natasha curled into one, her hair freshly wet, newly blonde.
"New look?" Rebecca asked.
"We're fugitives. I wanted to look… less like myself," She explained. Rebecca thought that over.
"Hmmm I guess I should do the same," She said, sitting down next to Natasha. Natasha looked her over before cocking her head for a second.
"What?" Rebecca asked when she saw a smile break out over Natasha's face.
"About damn time you two did something…" Natasha told her in Russian. Rebecca looked a little shocked, trying not to blush.
"Ahhh. Do what?" She tried to hide it.
"You're neck… Steve did a number on it," Natasha said. Rebecca's hands went to her neck, covering up the bruises there, her cheeks turning red. Natasha smiled at her. "Nothing to be ashamed of, its endearing. So he's sleeping it off?" Natasha asked.
"Yes, I did a number on him as well," She said a small smirk on her lips.
"Is he going to be ok?"
"He will live," She said, her blush deepening. Natasha took a piece of Rebecca's hair, twirling it around her fingers
"Want to try brown?" She asked, getting a confused look from Rebecca. "You're hair… maybe we can dye it brown. You would look cute as a brunette," she offered. Rebecca smiled.
"Sounds good, maybe we can do that before we leave," She offered. Natasha nodded.
"So… Fondue?" She asked. Rebecca couldn't help but let out a loud laugh as she began to tell the story.
Rebecca woke up the next morning, after a few hours of sleep. She found Steve still resting beside her. It concerned her a little, as she watched him. She saw that the covers had slipped off him a little, exposing his chest to her. She could see some of the marks she left on him and it made her smile as her hand went to her neck. She watched his breathing for a minute before she decided to let him sleep a little bit longer, getting up. She headed to the shower, getting ready for the day.
When she came out fully dressed, she noticed Steve sitting up in the bed, still completely naked. She looked at him for a moment, marveling at the beauty that was him. She could tell that he was still tired, and just a little out of it.
"Good morning sleepy head," She offered him. He looked up to her, with hooded eyes, giving her a half smile.
"Morning…" He said softly. He looked like he was still shaking off the effects of last night.
"Is this what a hangover looks like?" She asked, curiously.
"Something like that…" He said, hand on his temples, rubbing away the pain.
"Sorry if being with me causes you… pain," She said sadly.
"Hey…" He said, holding his arms out for her. "It's worth every second…" He offered her. She nodded before moving into his arms as he pulled her to him. He held her for a little bit before her stomach growled. She heard him chuckle before he let her go.
"Let me get dressed so we can go find my queen some food," He told her.
"I'm never living that one down, am I?" She asked. He shook his head, smiling at her as he got dressed.
They made it to the dining hall, seeing that food had been prepared for them, laid out in a buffet style. Steve surveyed the room, seeing that some people had already visited while seeing that Sam and Natasha were still present. He smiled at them when they turn to look at him.
"About time you two woke up," Natasha told them, with a knowing smile.
"Wild night?" Sam teased. Steve gave him a look before shaking his head.
"Lots of fonduing?" Natasha asked Steve. Steve quickly looked at Rebecca who was avoiding eye contact, trying her best to hide the smile forming on her lips as she filled her plate with some food.
"BECCA!" He snapped at her. She started to laugh.
"You know… I can not keep a secret from her…she is a master interrogator after all..." Rebecca said innocently.
"Did they finally?" Sam asked curiously. He looked at his two friends, seeing both their embarrassment. "About damn time…" He told them. Steve rolled his eyes.
"Can it, both of you…" Steve said as he got his own food. They sat down enjoying breakfast, being teased by their friends. Despite the embarrassment, Rebecca was happy. She felt like things were getting back to normal for her family.
'Family…' she thought as her mind drifted to Bucky now. Steve could sense the change in her mood, pulling her close.
"You ok?" He whispered to her. She smiled at him.
"Nothing to worry about, " She told him as she went back to eating and talking to her friends.
An hour later, she went to go visit Bucky, looking at him in the cryostasis tube. She looked over the panels, looking at his vitals, not really knowing what she was looking at, or what would be normal for him. She wasn't sure what else she should do when she came to visit him.
"Hello," she heard. She turned, seeing a woman, a few years younger than her.
"Hi," She said.
"You came to check in on your father?" The woman asked. Rebecca nodded. The woman offered her hand.
"I'm Shuri… I'm the one trying to figure out his programming... " She told her.
"Are you not… a little young?" She asked before getting a look from Shuri. "Not that I am questioning your qualifications or anything, I mean one of my friends had a couple of masters degrees by the time he was your age." She babbled, before taking a breath. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you can handle it if T'Challa put you in charge," She told her. Shuri smiled.
"I assure you, I am quite qualified," She told her. Rebecca nodded.
"Good.. good… do you mind if I ask you what you are planning on doing?"
"You have some training in neuroscience?" Shuri asked.
"None whatsoever… but I quickly pick up on things." She said with a smile. "And I want to know what is going on with him."
"It would take me too long to explain things…" She told Rebecca.
"You do not have to explain anything, just let me know what is going on. If I do not understand something then I will spend my time researching it," She told her. Shuri looked at her curiously. She shrugged. "I do not mind teaching myself … I just… please, I want to know what is going on with him," She begged her. Shuri sighed, picking up a tablet, starting to type on it as she talked.
"I'll send you everything we have on Sergeant Barnes and I will keep you up to date on his condition." She promised. Rebecca smiled.
"Thank you," She said, before pulling Shuri into a hug. Shuri let out a laugh.
"Anything you need. Just let me know." Shuri offered her.
"Thank you, Shuri. I will be in touch," She told the younger woman. She walked back over to her father, her hand resting on the cool glass of the pod.
"I will see you soon," She told him before she left.
Rebecca secluded herself the rest of the day, looking over the information over her father. She found information about his time in HYDRA and a pretty detailed timeline. She was pretty sure that was Steve's doing. He must have given them the information he had on her father. She was reading about what they had done so far and what were the plans in the future. She looked over scans, researching any information she didn't understand, completely lost in it.
She heard a knock on the door. She didn't even look up when she told them they could come in.
"Must be interesting…" Steve said with a chuckle. She looked up from the information, with a smile, looking at her lover. She noticed the plate in his hand.
"Hey... yes. You know me. I am like a dog with a bone sometimes," She explained.
"I can see that," He said noticing that she had food wrappers surrounding her. She always liked to snack when she was engrossed within something. He smiled remembering when he used to clean up after her in the compound.
It had only been a few weeks since then, but yet a lifetime ago. So much had changed since then. For both of them.
"I brought you dinner." He said showing her the plate.
"Dinner?" She said, looking at a clocked, a little shocked. She'd been pouring over this information for nearly 8 hours now. "Damn.. sorry I lost track of time," She said rubbing her eyes. She stood up stretching. She walked over to Steve, hands out to take the plate. He held it above her head.
"Are you going to take a break?" he asked her. She could tell he was concerned. She playfully rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I will," She told him before he handed her the food.
"You can be just as bad as Tony when you find something you're interested in," He said. She sat down on a couch in her room, before taking a quick bite.
"I guess I can be," She said, taking it as a compliment. "Speaking about Tony, you still have not told me what happened. In Siberia..." She asked. She knew something went down, but Steve and Bucky had been tight-lipped about it. Steve sighed, sitting next to her.
"Not right now…" He begged her. She nodded to him, kissing his forehead.
"Soon though... " she told him.
"So what was so interesting?" He asked her, trying to change the subject.
"I asked for information on what they were going to do with my father," She said.
"Yep.. that would get your interest..." Steve said with a light chuckle.
"Did I miss anything at dinner?" She asked as she ate.
"We are planning on taking Lang and Barton back to the states tomorrow. They are eager to go back. I don't blame them. They have their families…" He told her.
"But it's not safe for them…" Rebecca argued.
"They are hoping they can make a deal… they stand a shot, due to past good deeds and the fact they aren't me." He told her. They knew who the government was really after.
"How far the mighty Captain has fallen," She said, half joking, but noticed that her words had struck a chord with him. She put her plate down. "Hey… sorry. Did not mean too…" She started but he cut her off.
"It's fine. I knew what was most likely going to happen when I didn't sign. But it was worth it… for him… I'm just… worried about you," He said honestly. She smiled at him.
"Do not. This last year… has been one of the best years of my life. I had freedom. For the first time in my life, and with that freedom, I had the freedom to choose. Please do not question my choice anymore, " She told him honestly, hand going to caress his cheek. "And I know I made the right one. I am thankful for that," She told him, eyes shining with her love for him. He nodded to her before he leaned in, pulling her into a passionate kiss before slowly pushing her to the couch, settling on top of her, hands in her hair.
'When are we leaving in the morning?' she asked.
'Early.' He felt her worry for him. 'They will wait for us...' he told her.
'Or we could just be quick about it,' she told him, sending him thoughts of what she wanted him to do to her. He broke the kiss with a moan.
"I don't think I ever want to be quick with you…" He admitted. Pulling her shirt over her head. His hand went down to cup her bra covered breast before she moved to unsnap it, freeing her breast. He quickly took one into his mouth.
'Unless you want to be dead on your feet tomorrow…' She argued.
'Don't care…' He said moving to the other breast.
'I do…' She said, before pushing him off her breast, until he was sitting on the couch. She smiled at him, standing up, popping open her jeans, slowly slipping them down her legs as he watched. He reached for her and she backed away from his touch, shaking her finger at him. He groaned out, looking at her with lust filled eyes.
"Patience, Cap…" She teased him.
"Screw patience," He told her with a flirty smile. She let out a chuckle.
"Take your shirt off," She told him, as she stood before him in nothing but a pair of black panties. He straightens up, looking right into her eyes, before removing his shirt, tossing it away. She bit her lip at the intensity of his gaze. She was losing a little of her confidence but she chose not to show it.
"Pants..." She told him. He looked at her and she felt a flush appear on her cheeks. He slipped his fingers under his pants, pulling them off along with his underwear, slipping them off with a groan, sitting there as he stroked himself, completely naked to her gaze. Her breath hitched. She let out a breath before slipping off her panties.
"You're gorgeous…" He breathed out. She felt her blush spread. He held his hand out to her and she took it this time. He pulled her close to him, his lips brushing against her stomach before moving to kiss the hollow of her hip.
"Steve!" She moaned out, slipping into his lap, hearing him groan as her wetness rubbed against his hardness.
"You don't play fair…" He told her, as his hands went to her hips.
"That's the point…" She said as she allowed him to lift her up slightly before he lowered her on his hardness. They both groaned out at the feeling they both shared. They immediately found a rhythm, as her hands went into his hair, pulling him closer to her, his face buried in her neck. She could feel pride radiate through him, looking at the handy work he did to her neck last night.
'You like marking me?' she thought.
'Shows that you are mine,' he thought before he growled as they began to speed up. She could feel the lust overwhelm them.
'Then mark me…' she told him, feeling his thrusts become shaky jerks at the request. She felt his teeth sink into her neck, with just enough pressure, causing her orgasm with the perfect amount of stimulation. She threw her head back, moaning out his name. It didn't take him long before he followed her over with his own orgasm, holding her tightly to his body as he emptied himself into her warm body.
"So much… for taking my time…" He panted out. She smiled.
"We will have other times to take it slow…" She told him, kissing his forehead. "I am just happy you are still conscious this time," she smiled, before she started to pull back from him but he wouldn't let go of her.
"Steve... " She warned.
'A few more moments won't make a difference… let me hold you,' he pleaded to her. She nodded to him, arms wrapping around him as he held onto her for as long as he could stand it before eventually letting go of her.
