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Chapter 7
Downtime

Shopping wasn't one of Jamie's favorite activities, but when someone travels a long way to visit you and to see where you live on their vacation, she wasn't too picky with what they did, seeing as it wasn't her vacation to waste. She never liked it too much because she grew up on military bases in a house full of men. Shopping wasn't exactly their forte either, so despite the fact she liked to look nice, Jamie didn't particularly like or know what to get when shopping and whatnot.

But Taylor, on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted and where to get it. She just humored Jamie going into regular stores because she could see just how plain Jamie normally kept her wardrobe. Though Taylor did insist that not all of her clothing was as out there as what she had been wearing on the day her and Jamie had first met. Though she had also said that it hadn't been the strangest thing she had ever worn to work either.

"So, what exactly got you in trouble with SHIELD to get you on their bad side?" Jamie asked.

"Hm? Oh that?" the girl asked as she pulled out a white lace top and held it against Jaime's figure. "Tch, think you're high enough to hear it?" she joked. "It was kept pretty hush hush."

"Shut up," Jamie muttered. "I'm level Seven."

"Alright alright," Taylor shrugged. "I was always good with science and computers, I'm epidemic," she said tapping her head. "I never really had a lot of people to hang around, kinda lost some ties after an accident. Something I couldn't control but still burned bridges. So I threw myself into my coding. Add in an abusive ex-boyfriend that pissed me off a little too much and you got a bad storm." Taylor grumbled.

"Well, I know what it's like to be alone," Jamie said. "And about crappy ex-boyfriends. He wasn't abusive, just a sleazy cheater."

"From what I was told, Noah had always treated me like shit," Taylor grumbled. "So eventually I got pissed off with him stalking me and hacked into SHIELD to put him on their hit list." she said like it was no big deal hacking into one of the most secure servers on the planet and putting your boyfriend on a hit list to be killed.

"Okay, maybe that's a little extreme," Jamie admitted. "But then again, my best friend offered to go and kill my ex for me, so who am I to judge?"
"Yeah, no judging." Taylor scolded and coo'd when she spotted a nice corseted top. "And long story short, SHIELD was a little pissed off that an eighteen year old hacked them and gave me a deal. Join or Federal Prison."

"So joining it was," Jamie said, getting the picture. "For me it was either join or forcefully take to do the same job that I willingly ended up doing. It was one of those guilt tripping scenarios. Playing my sense of justice and duty to the innocent to their advantage."

"Then we, my friend, are in the same boat. We both used our powers for good after some serious events. Though yours is on a bit of a bigger scale than mine. What exactly happened anyway? I don't even have clearance for that file."
Jamie shrugged, her hands instantly burying their way into her sweatshirt pocket. "Not much to tell," she muttered. "I was overseas. The platoon got captured, we were tortured and experimented in, and the rest was history."

"Oh, short sweet and to the point. I knew there was a reason we were friends," Taylor said and tossed a shirt at her to try on.

"I thought you didn't do friends," Jamie pointed out, making her way towards the dressing room.

"I don't. But you've become the exception," Taylor muttered. "Now shut up and change!"

Jamie rolled her eyes and went into the shall, quickly trying of the shirt, deciding she didn't need another one like it, and changed back into her own shit. She left the stall, leaning up against the wall to wait for Taylor to come out so they could get on with the shopping trip. "I should just be happy about that, shouldn't I?"

"You should," Taylor said from in the dressing room, popping out to get her yay or nay on the bell sleeve victorian looking blue shirt. "You are the first," she scoffed. "And admit it, shopping with me is better than alone."

"Then I'm honored to be your first friend and graced by your amazing style consulting, oh Master of Technology," she replied in sarcasm.

"You should be, you bitch," Taylor huffed at her crossing her arm.

"Oh, don't let Steve hear you talk like that," Jamie said, pretending to scold the girl. "He doesn't like swearing."

Taylor snorted, "Mr. Star Spangled Tight Ass?" she teased her right back.

"Taylor!" Jamie scolded.

"I never said having a tight ass was a bad thing." Taylor winked at her.

"It isn't, but that doesn't mean you have to say it like he's just an object for you to look at," Jamie said.

"Oh defensive much? Don't worry I'm not after your boyfriend. I'm just admitting he's good looking. He's not my type anyway." Taylor shrugged.

"Oh, then what is your type?" Jamie laughed.

"I don't know, never really dated other than Noah, and see how that turned out." Tay scoffed at her, "I'm a better solo act."

"Doesn't mean you can't keep your eyes open," Jamie said with a shrug.

"It's never worth it," Taylor pointed out to her. "How are things going with the Capsicle?" she asked her wanting to get off the topic of dating, or lack thereof.

"He's doing good," Jamie said, not understanding what she truly meant. "He's catching up little by little."

"Not him as in him," Taylor rolled her eyes. "Though you can always send him to me, I'm a good teacher. I had meant your relationship."

"We're fine," Jamie stated. "Nothing's really different."

"No awesome dates or anything? When was the last time you saw him?" Taylor scoffed.

"Uh, about a week ago?" Jamie thought. "We were having movie night and he got called out for a mission."

"Bummer," Taylor said sympathetically. "But is the relationship stagnating like that? Have you guys even fought any?"

"Fight? With Steve?" Jamie laughed. "No, Steve and I don't fight. We talk."

"Uh, that's not really good. I mean not the talking part, the not fighting part," Taylor said raising an eyebrow at her. "I mean, fights are normal, and it means the relationship is progressing."

"Where do you think the relationship is going to progress?" Jamie asked. "He's my best friend."

"Uh, I thought he was your boyfriend?" Taylor asked her.

"No, no, no. no, no," Jamie insisted, shaking her head. She was getting flustered again. "We're not...Why does everybody keep saying that!"
"Because it's totally obvious that you're into eachother like that," Taylor explained. "I mean, obvious to everyone but you. Can you really see Steve with anyone else?"

"I, uh, don't know," Jamie said. "He doesn't date so I don't know what kind of person he'd go out with."

The thought of him going out with another girl, dating, seemed off to her. Steve offering his arm for another person to take as they walked down the street, or giving up his jacket to keep them warm. To call and cancel movie night with her so he could go to a movie with them. It didn't sit well with Jamie. She didn't like the thought of him blowing her off for someone else, even if they were his girlfriend.

"It's because subconsciously you put yourself in that position. Just without the romance and title," Taylor said. "That's why it's obvious to everyone else. It's obvious to you two as well."

"How is it obvious to us?" Jamie asked.

"Subconsciously you know how you feel and can pick up on the other one too. So you put yourself in boyfriend-girlfriend categories without realizing it. I mean you're as close as can be without that barrier, right?"

Taylor had a point. She had, just moments before, been comparing someone dating Steve with her relationship with him. Jamie and Steve were extremely close. They talked about practically everything, did practically everything together. The only things they didn't do were the physical aspects of a relationship.

"O-Okay, so maybe you have a point," Jamie admitted. "That doesn't mean either of us are going to do anything about it though. I mean, I know Steve. I know how he thinks. He's not going to make a move because he doesn't want to risk our friendship. And we work together. We can't complicate or compromise a mission just because we're involved. And I feel the same way."

"Tch, like that stopped anyone before now!" Taylor told her. "And really, why shouldn't you make the first move? If your friendship is as good as you say it is, then it will just be awkward for a while but then you would go back to the same old same old."

"I don't know, Taylor," Jamie sighed, rubbing a hand against one of her eyes tiredly.

"You don't have to do it now, jeez," Taylor said as she came out of the dressing room, back in her regular clothes and going to the register to pay. "I mean, I'm just telling you how it looks to someone objective to the whole thing. Also Blue Soldier is really big on the internet."

"What?" Jamie gaped. "What are you talking about?"

"Blue Soldier...it's a pairing. A fan pairing that Avenger fans made. That one is you and Capsicle," Taylor explained.

"We have a fandom?" Jamie muttered in disbelief.

"Oh, duh!" Taylor scoffed. "Everything has a fandom nowadays."

"I can't believe it," Jamie mumbled. "And how do you know this?"

"I live on the internet," Taylor said completely serious. "And trust me, your pairing is way less creepy than Stony/Iron Soldier or Stonner." she shuttered.

"W-What are they like?" she asked.

"Uh, Jamie that pairing is for Tony and Steve, as in... Together."

"No! Not those," she laughed. "I'm talking about mine and Steve's."

"Oh! Well, it's just a bunch of cute fan drawings and stuff, a few stories here and there. You know, normal fan stuff." Taylor shrugged. "Just don't look it up, it will warp you seeing your life being dictated by fans. Like, they think your real name is something like Solicia or that Solace is your actual name. Some think you're an alien."

"Really? They seriously think that?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah, I mean they don't know anything about you, other than your codename and that you're an Avenger," Taylor told her.

"Well, is the fanart cute, at least?" she asked.

"Some are, some are kinda bad, and some are just weird," Taylor said walking out with her bag.

"Weird? Weird how?"

"I don't think I can say it, might compromise Steve's morality in your mind." Taylor smirked, giving her an idea of what it entailed.

"What?" Jamie gaped at the girl. "Oh come on! Don't leave me hanging!"

"How much more can I say, Jamie? S-e-x, sex scenes, doing the nasty." Taylor huffed at her shaking her head as if embarrassed at knowing the girl.

"Steve? But he's...Steve's…" Jamie muttered, trying to justify the man. "I mean, I'm not a virgin, but he is. I think. I mean, yes. He is. And he's not the kind of guy to...I mean, I don't think he is...We haven't really talked about that." Jamie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration; in more ways than one. "Uh, God, it's been a long time since I've gotten laid."

"I told you!" Taylor scoffed at her. "And you and me both. Any Avenger single and willing to change that for me?" she joked.

"Well, Thor and Tony are taken," Jamie said. "And I never even see Clint checking anybody out. So really, just Tasha and Steve."

"What about big green?" Taylor joked with her.

"You know, he's not always big and green," Jamie laughed. "And Bruce doesn't really focus on girls either. I think if he gets too excited, if you know what I mean, he might hulk out."

"I know," she chuckled. "I just don't want to say his name out loud you know? The guy seems like he prefers being left out of public conversations as much as possible." Taylor said and blushed as Jamie told her that. "Well, that would be...awkward."

Jamie laughed. "Yeah, that would be awkward," she said. "Glad I wouldn't have to deal with that, if Steve and I actually were together."

"Yeah, might make giving me the God babies I'm going to have a bit awkward," Taylor said.

Jamie just rolled her eyes. "Can we change the subject now, please?"

"Okay, well since we've been stuck on relationship issues with you, you can do me for a bit. What type of guy do you think would be my type?" Taylor asked raising her eyebrow.

"Someone unique," she stated without hesitation. "Someone who is sarcastic and funny without even meaning to be. And he'd be totally head over heels for you," she stated. "Probably a geek too."

"So...myself or Tony Stark?" Taylor asked raising an eyebrow in a joking manner. "Sorry, can't date myself and the other is taken."

"No, not Tony. Plus, I picture someone that doesn't like others getting picked on. He may do it himself jokingly, but he wouldn't intentionally be mean to someone."

"...Have you thought of this before? That answer was really thought out." Taylor glared at her. "No blind dates!" she yelled loudly pointing at the girl.

"Okay, okay, jeez," Jamie muttered.

"Just making sure, wouldn't put it past you." Taylor grumbled.

"No, that's more of Natasha's thing," Jamie admitted.

"Don't let her do that to me either, Jaime. You owe me," Taylor huffed.

"Yeah, yeah," Jamie muttered, waving her off. "I'll keep her off your back."

"Thank you!"

Jamie dropped the bags of the thing she bought that afternoon on the floor next to the couch. She plopped down with a sigh, resting her feet on top of the coffee table, shoes having been left next to the wall by the front door. They had been out all morning and for a good part of the afternoon. Her feet hurt and she, by no means, wanted to make dinner. It was going to be a pizza night,that was for sure!

After ordering a pizza from the New York styled parlor down the road, Jamie turned on the stereo and sat back as the playlist of the 40's music she had made for Steve filled the apartment. She found herself listening to it quite a bit when he wasn't around. He made her feel a little less lonely when he wasn't there. Plus, it was making her feel a little more comfortable after hearing everything Taylor said.

Was it a bad thing her and Steve never got into a fight? Sure, they had talked about things they were both passionate about and were on the opposite side of, but that didn't mean they had to really fight, right? they could talk their stuff through? She sighed, shoving the thought out of her head as she grabbed her laptop off the coffee table.

There was one other thing nagging at the back of her mind though: the fanfiction. She googled Blue Soldier and was rather surprised to find hundreds of results. It seemed it really was a popular thing to do. She clicked on one randomly and skimmed through it.

The First Time I Saw Her by StillDoll13:

The first time I saw her I didn't know what to think. And when it's in the heat of battle I tend to overthink, hyperthink, whatever you like to call it. As a leader you are always aware of your teammates, even when the team is formed at the last minute like these Avengers were. You also think ahead, what's your next move, your next three moves.

You also think of all the ways you can die.

I had died once already, sinking into that icy water and at the time the only thoughts on my mind were how I had to put this plane down, and of the millions of people who would suffer if I didn't.

Back on the battlefield I wanted to avoid going through that again but after beating aside one of the aliens drones and spotting her taking down one after another, a blue glow around her my mind went blank. What was my name again? Steve something... She was a classic beauty, something about her reminding me of my time, reminded me of home. Her brown hair whipping around her as she twirled around easily in the air, zipping around and sharp precision. Her blue eyes sharp and focused on her job at hand.

The world came rushing back when I saw her turn, gun in hand, to point it right at me. What? I lifted my shield to block the shot, but when it rang out in the air I didn't feel it hit and bounce off. Instead a grunt sounded over my shoulder and I felt warm liquid splatter across my cheek. My blue eyes blinked in shock before shifting down in time to see the drone drop to the ground. I lowered my shield and looked to the woman, her blue eyes, much more intense than my own glared at me.

"You should pay attention, Captain Rogers. I won't always be here to save you," The woman said her feet touching the ground in front of him. "My name is Solace, I've been called in to...assist you."

"I-I um, nice to have you aboard," I said my tongue feeling thick. Oh god, why am I like this? Why now? "We're glad for the, watch out!" I called and took her under my arm, shield blocking her from a blast from on of the drone's blast. I stood up, spinning around to step in front of her and toss my shield. I felt an elbow hook with mine as another approached and didn't think. I twisted, causing Solace to go over my back and land a hit on the Chitauri before my shield came back to my hand. We turned and stared at eachother for a moment.

"Well that is much better, in my opinion." She smiled at me and I thought my heart would come barreling up my throat.

"Y-Yeah, I'm not so distracted all the time." I said without thinking. Gosh dang it, Steve.

"Distracted hm?" Solace smiled stepping closer. "Well, I'd say you're focused now, and then come find me after the battle. Then it's okay to be distracted." she chuckled a bit and I found it hard to keep the shy smile off my face.

"Yes, Ma'am. Now, can I accompany you on the battlefield?" he asked.

"You may." she grinned brightly as her fist glowed.

Maybe not thinking wasn't such a bad thing.

Jesla777: American Solace

Captain America looked out across the city of New York from the roof of Stark's Tower, ignoring the party inside. The other Avengers were inside celebrating their victory over the alien onslaught that had occurred early that day, but what had happened bothered Cap. So many innocent lives were lost, lives that could have been saved if they had only worked together sooner. The hardest one that had happened, to him, was the death of that young agent that picked him up from his apartment when he was notified of what was going on.

The boy, no older than twenty, wasn't the kind of guy that would stay down, but no one could get back up from the dead, not even the boy. He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair, his mask off as it always was around his friends. Not that it really mattered, everyone knew who Steve Rogers was. The super soldier who had come back from the dead.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as a female voice said, "Hey, what are you doing out here alone?"

Cap turned around to face his blue eyed friend, a half smile on his face as he answered, "Just thinking."

Solace nodded, her face softening as she said, "About today? That boy?"

He sighed, the rest of his smile falling as he said, "To be honest, all of it."

She walked nearer to him and said, "You are being too hard on yourself, you know that right?"

"I am a Super-Soldier, Solace. It's not like there was literally nothing I could do. I could have done more, saved more people…"

"Stop right there." She said, cutting him off, "There are more people alive tonight because you were there to save them. Like that waitress you saved."

He sighed and said, "I know, but…"

"No buts. We all were there and we all did our best. There was nothing more we could do, Steve."

Steve smirked at her and said, "Trying to live up to your name I see."

She grinned cheekily at him and said, "Why do you think I have it to begin with?"

Steve laughed at both her tone and expression before giving her a side hug as they headed back inside. "Thanks Solace. I needed that."

She smiled back at him and said, "I do have a name you know."

He nodded and said, "Right, thank you Lily."

Watch Your Six by seasidewriter1:

The skies over New York were being ravaged by aliens, which poured out of the hole in the sky. Men and women all looked to the heavens in fear, wondering if, perhaps, this would be their final day on earth; if this was armageddon. Even if it wasn't, it certainly seemed like it. Buildings were exploding and collapsing, the streets had become war zones, and people were dying. There seemed to be little to no hope for the citizens of the City that Never Sleeps… until something flashed through the sky. A streak of blue that zipped between buildings, and took down the aliens that were so intent on destroying the city. Now, in most recent years, the world had seen a cluster of heroes appear, ones who surged forward to save the day when they were most needed. But the world hadn't seen a hero like this one before.

Solace.

Her name is Solace.

There was a faint pattering as her feet touched down on the side of a city bus that had been sent sprawling across the pavement. The metal was crinkled and singled and most of the glass had been broken. While the sounds of fighting were relatively close, none of it was concentrated on the street she found herself on. Slowly, Solace turned her head left to right, scanning the cracked cement of the street with attentive eyes. Eyes so impossibly blue that even the sky wasn't a match for them. She had been so busy looking left to right, she hadn't thought to look upwards, towards the sky. Something landed behind her with a thud, the frame of the bus trembling at the impact. Solace spun around, eyes narrowed at her would-be attacker. It was an ugly thing, with snarling teeth and a disgusting snarl. The woman with blue eyes smirked.

"You're here for the party, huh?" she asked before raising her poised hands. The alien snarled and hunched in on itself. "Well, then… let's dance."

The alien lunged for her and managed to wrap its spindly fingers around her throat. Solace listened to it growl under its breath as she was knocked down. The fall didn't deter her in the least, though. Instead, she grabbed hold of the creature's wrists and let a burning sort of energy warm her palms; a burst of blue energy enveloped her hands and the alien howled in pain, throwing itself backwards and away from the prone hero. Solace rubbed at her throat as she rose to her feet, eyes intently trained on the alien that was crouched before her. Just as she was about to raise her hands for a second time, another alien dropped out of the sky behind her. Two against one––the odds weren't horrible. In fact, they were still swayed in her favor, if she were being perfectly honest. She turned so either of her hands were aimed at both aliens, prepared to resolve the fight quickly. A third alien then scaled the bus and faced Solace square-on. Three against one––the odds were starting to waver a bit, especially with those weapons they were carrying.

As Solace formed her game plan, something––someone––else dropped out of the sky and landed in front of her. Captain America had landed in a crouch, shield poised, head ducked. Solace smirked and quirked an eyebrow, continuing to eye the three aliens. "Come to help out?"

Captain America rose to his full height, squaring off with the third alien. "Thought you could use some assistance," he responded gallantly.

Solace let a burst of energy expel itself from her left palm, effectively knocking the first alien off the bus and into the windshield of a nearby car. The glass cracked and spidered, and the alien ceased moving, a scorch mark plain on its chest. "I think I have it under control, but your assistance isn't unwelcome."

The Captain, smirking, swung his shield around, the edge of it connecting with the side of the alien's head. Solace was about to make quick work of the second alien, but it had lunged forward much like the first had. This time, Solace was able to step out of the way, pressing her back flush to the Captain's. The alien rushed past, its shoulder nearly grazing Solace's chest. She stretched out a hand and put all the focus she had into building up a charge of energy. It buzzed between her fingers and warmed the center of her palm before it expelled itself in a quick and brilliant burst. The alien screeched in pain, but it was only injured. Not dead. It then spun around and hunched forward, letting out a terrifically disgusting growl. It would take another moment for her energy to recharge itself, and until then, she would be put on the offensive. Before her enemy could take another step, however, the Captain threw his shield. It connected with the creature's neck and sent it sprawling off the bus. With the enemies all cleared, the two turned to face each other, not the least bit winded.

"Glad I could be of assistance," the Captain informed, in reference to her previous comment. Solace smirked and took a step forward to their chests nearly touched. She placed both hands on her hips and then nodded in a vague direction.

"Should we get back into the fight?"

"Seems like it would be a good idea."

Solace reached up and placed her hand on the back of his neck. Smiling gently, she stretched up onto her toes and gave the Captain a quick peck on the lips. Slowly, she sank back down to rest flat-footed on the bus' side. The Captain smiled down at her as she took a couple steps away, giving a sharp flick of the wrist in what might have been a salute. She paused and looked over her shoulder, winking at her teammate.

"Watch your six," she said in an affectionate tone. Facing forward again, Solace shot back into the sky, leaving Captain America to smile and watch her go as he quietly replied,

"Watch your six."

Jamie chuckled,setting the laptop of the coffee table as she leaned her head against the armrest of the couch. Taylor had warned her that the fanfiction would wrap her mind. Perhaps she had found only tame fics, but she actually found them quite interesting to read. None of them were right, but it was amusing to see what they imaged about her.

She got up from the went to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee before making her way back to the seat she had just gotten up from. She went on, clicking another link.

Sour Lemons by Caps4Us: Warning, contains adult content.

The brunette fighter pilot hopped out of the Boeing F-22 Raptor and took her helmet off. She shook her hair out of the rubber band thankful to take it out. After all, she would always get a headache if she had it pulled back too tightly and for too long.

Anna was tired after the long demonstration she had that day for the Generals wanting to cut her program. They wanted to replace all of them with drones. She knew drones were important, but there was nothing that could replace a pilot's intuition in the heat of things. All the blue eyes airman wanted to do was head to her bunk and conk out for the next week.

Dropping her things off in the locker room first, changing into civilian clothes, Anna went to the much smaller women's quarters and went to her bunk. For the time being, she was the only woman on base, which was rather irritating, that was for sure. It made her miss the company of the fiery redheaded Black Widow she had worked with and became friends with during and after the invasion of aliens.

Anna face planted into her thin mattress. The whole bed squeaked under her weight. She didn't care though. She just wrapped her arms around her pillow, drawing it in closer to her as she sighed. It was good to get rest. She loved flying. It was the best thing in the world, and that incident with the experimental jet that exploded with her in it, giving her her powers was almost the best thing that could've happened to her. After all, it gave her the ability to fly, but that didn't mean she didn't get tired and stressed out doing it.

"Hey Blue," and voice chucked behind her.

Anna jumped. She bounced so high that she hit her head off the top bunk. "Shit," she swore, turning around as she rubbed her head. "Jesus, Cap! Make a little noise, why don'tcha!"

Arms caught her and pulled her close to a strong body. "Sorry." Steve Rogers grinned at her. "It's just so fun scaring a big tough girl like you."

"Oh really?" she giggled, looking over her shoulder into his blue eyes. "I should report you for that, Captain."

"Oh you wouldn't report your special friend would you, Lieutenant? I thought what we had was special," he grinned as he nibbled at her ear.

"What...What we have is-is against regulation," Anna got out, her breath quickening as she tried not to focus on his lips and tongue.

"That just makes it better." he muttered against her ear. "Besides, we saved New York! I think we get a little...leniency." One hand gripped her hip forcing her forward onto the bench as he sat behind her.

Anna giggled, turning over completely so that she could wrap her legs around his muscular waist. "We really shouldn't," she pointed out, though she didn't act upon her words. "It's risky in a base. Our apartments are one thing but…"

"No one's going to come in." He insisted as he leaned in a captured her lips in his. He forced his tongue past his lips to kill her protests before they started.

Anna groaned, pressing her own tongue against his. She squeezed her legs tighter around him, bringing her closer. One of her hands was on the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to her so that maybe it would urge him to keep going with his tongue. The other hand was gripping his hair tighter than would she should have been, if he were a normal person.

Steve forced Anna back onto the mattress, pinning her there and already pulling her shirt over her head. He moved to suck on her neck, above her throbbing heartbeat as he fumbled with her pants button.

"M-Moving a bit fast, are we, Cap?" she asked, resting her head against the pillow. "Mmm, not much foreplay…"

"Getting there, I just wanna see you first. It's been a while." Steve said leaning up to kiss her, gentler this time. He then pulled back to yank her pants down her legs as his lips and tongue moved down her chest, teasing the skin above her bra cup.

"W-Who's fault is...oh, is that? You were out of the country on missi-on," she said as she moaned half the words.

"I know, so I have to make up for that. I am so sorry for disappointing you and neglecting you baby." He chuckled as her bra disappeared and his tongue teased the bundle of nerves at the center of her areola.

Anna's eyes fluttered closed, head rolling to the side as she moaned again. "Y-You're rather focused on me," she muttered. "W-What about you?"

"Not until I've had my fill," he said as he yanked her underwear down, already teasing her clit the second it hit the air.

"Oh God, Steve," Anna moaned out, back arching, pressing her bare chest against his. Her fingers dug into the the tense, hard muscles of his back leaving red marks. Her rested her head against the crook of his neck, lips sucking on the skin.

"Hmm? I can't hear you Lieutenant." He coo'd at her, tongue still working her in time with his fingers. "Speak up to your CO,"

"I-I missed you fi….fingers, S-Sir," she breathed out. "Mmah, Steve. T-That's so...uh…"

"That's better," Steve grinned going up to kiss her ear. "I missed your mouth." he whispered to her, nipping the lobe.

"I-I can do that, Sir," she said. "If you ju...just let me go…"

"Hmm I don't think you want too," Steve grinned. "I don't think you mean that."

"W-What are….are my orders, Sir?" she asked. "I'll….Oh God, follow my orders wi-with plea-sure!"

"Use your mouth, like the good little girl you are." Steve smirked finally releasing her.

Anna smirked, flipping their positions. She removed his pants and undergarments in one swift movement, leaving his whole bottom half leaving him exposed. She chuckled, moving down to his large penis in her hands firmly. "Everybody's small in comparison," she licked his tip before finishing her sentence, "to you." She then took as much of him she could in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could.

Steve's hand went to lace tightly into her hair, guiding her actions as his hips moved with her. "No one sucks like you do, baby." he grinned to himself as he moaned loudly, hand pulling at her hair a bit roughly.

Anna moaned, though it wasn't exactly for pleasure this time. His hair pulling, though a bit hot, she admitted, always got a bit too rough for her tastes. Though, then again, she sure did like the taste of him. So she supposed it was something she could put up with. And hope that when he said nobody sucked like her, he didn't mean that he had anybody doing her job for her while they weren't together. She knew practically every woman wanted him, and she was lucky enough to have this beneficial relationship, even if it wasn't necessarily a intimate boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.

Not that she didn't want it, she did, but for them it was hard in their line of work to get attached to anybody. And even though this had started out as playful and hot, their sessions were bringing them closer together (obviously in more ways than one) and Anna wanted him in that way too. Not that she'd risk telling him that though. This was too good to mess up.

So Anna just kept sucking and using her left hand to fill in where she couldn't' go with her mouth, while the other massaged his inner thigh.

"B-Babay pl-please, I-I'm so close! Come on baby!" he groaned, his breathing heavy as his eyes flashed down to meet hers. "God you are the greatest woman I've ever meet." he moaned as he climaxed into her mouth her name leaving his lips in a groan.

Anna leaned back, sitting at his feet. She licked her lips, making sure he saw her with her mouth full of his white, sticky come as she swallowed it. She knew just how much he loved seeing that, so she had no problem giving it to him. After all, she did love the taste of him.

Anna leaned forward, a perfect view for him to look at her chest and lower. "Was that acceptable, Sir?" she asked as seductively as she could.

He flipped them over so he was the one on top again. "Bet your ass it was." he groaned as he sat up quickly, forcing his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her heatedly, not caring if the taste of himself was on her. He went back to prodding her clit, fingers slighting past the fold as his other hand came up to massage her breast.

"C-Cap?" Anna asked against his lips, breathlessness coming back from his ministrations.

"Yes, Solace?" he teased her with a grin.

"T-tell me I'm the only one," she practically begged. "O-Oh my-my God," she moaned, her insides contracting, though not enough for the orgasm yet. "O-Only one that g-gets to touch you?"

"Of course," Steve said slowing his motions, both so she could focus on his words and so to build up some frustration, leading to a better orgasum. "I'd never want anyone but you. No one compares to you." he said kissing her lips before starting up his quick pace again, thumb pressing her clit down.

Anna pulled back to look at him in the eyes. She placed her hands on the sides of his face gently. "Mmm," she moaned at his words. "Steve," she sighed. "O-Oh Steve. Please, I-I'm c-close! Mmm-my God!"

Steve put his weight on her, pinning her there as he worked her over, lips capturing her neck now, biting at her as he pinched her breast and clit in rhythm.

"S-Steve!" Anna screamed out as she finally came, her come coating his fingers.

Steve smiled, kissing her lips as he pulled his fingers out, licking them slowly and in close proximity to her face.

"I-I see why you like that so much," she muttered, taking on, "Sir," just for good measures.

"Like what exactly?" Steve murmured sitting up to look down at her.

Anna giggles, easing onto her mattress to make her more comfortable. "Eating come," she chuckled. "You gonna stay for a while this time?" she asked. She pulled the blanket over her, leaving room for him. "I know it's not the biggest bunk but…It's be nice to have you around for once, you know, instead of running off after the fun part."

"I got some time to kill," Steve murmured as he lowered himself down next to her, one arm lazily placed over her waist as he slipped under the blankets.

"We gotta stop the long periods between these," Anna chuckled, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "It's too long, and not enough…"

"Tell me about it, but...Duty." Steve sighed slightly, fingers in her hair.

Anna hummed in delight. "Well, we could always get an apartment," she suggested nervously. "I'm only on base because it's cheaper, but if I has something to come home to…"

"And when we're all over the world?" Steve sighed.

"I just do test-flights now," Anna said. "And we're nothing on our Avengers missions. Really we'd only be apart when you're on your own….But if you don't want to, it's okay. It's just a suggestion." She shrugged, looking down to his chest instead of his eyes. Rejection was hard enough. \

Steve took her chin in his hand, tilting it up to press a kiss to her lips. "Let's go for it."

Anna couldn't help but smile, though she bit her lip trying to contain her. "So, uh, wanna go again?" she suggested, sitting up.

"Round two is on." Steve grinned pulling her down for another kiss.

Jamie quickly shoved the laptop, bushing it away from her on the coffee table, knocking her coffee cup and the troll doll off the table.

Oh my God, I can't believe I just read that whole thing, Jamie groaned. The brunette hid her face in her hands, her face deep and red, while she had an all too familiar pressure built up between her legs that hadn't really been a problem since she had been with Colin. I can't believe I read Steve and I having sex! Or, well….Not us, but it was us...Uh, I need a shower. A cold, cold shower. She left her laptop where it was, as well as the broken glass and the troll to go take that needed shower.

Jamie guiltily left the bathroom in a pair of comfortable pajamas. She had every intention of taking a cold shower to get her out of her mood, but the hot water had been on and before she could move it to cold she was already in the showers. One thing lead to another and she took care of her problem...with images of Steve floating around in her head the whole time.

She had always been attracted physically to Steve. He looked like a god, though not Thor, necessarily. He had the boyish, soldier, old fashioned look to him that was classic and that held a soft spot in her heart. She felt like she perverted him by fantasizing about him doing rather unholy things to her. They weren't married - not that that stopped her before, but Steve was religious too. And as far as she knew, he was a virgin.

I am a horrible, horny person, Jamie thought with a sigh. She picked up the broken mug, lucky that it only broke in a couple large pieces. She placed them on the table, even luckier that she had drank all her coffee before she broke the mug. She then picked up the troll doll, the fuzzy head rolling off and clunking back to the floor.

What the...Jamie looked inside the body, a small phone inside with a small piece of paper.

"Secure line. Speed dial 1."

Must be a secure phone Taylor has in case of emergencies, Jamie deduced. She nodded her head subconsciously. Good thing to have. Could be useful. Jamie got up and put it in her bag she took to and from work before making her way back to the couch. She sat down, her eyes landing on the laptop. She reached forward, shutting it a bit forcefully.

"That's enough of that!"

OMG I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS LAST WEEK! I've been really stressing about college starting up against this week and so last week was a mess...but anywho there you have it! That last one was a collaboration of me and StillDoll13. Hope whoever read it liked it. And yes, we know how OOC Steve is. Anyway, hope you guys liked the chapter. This one was really fun to write. Also had development with Jamie and Taylor and their friendship. Hope you guys liked it!

Thanks go to the following for their reviews on the chapter:

Jedi Jelsa777- Oh, I've got things planned for all of them after the fall of SHIELD. The fanfiction people did for the next chapter was pretty dang good. And it's cool to see what people thought with Jamie, well, Solace as a new possibility of anything. And Agents of SHIELD starts to play a much bigger role in the series as well.

BowlofCereal- Cool! I'm glad you liked it!

Jo- This chapter was much more playful than the last. The last several have been rather heavy, so I figured this would be a good thing.

CJ/OddBall- I really wish Jamie could've met the Howling Commandos. I think she would've gotten along with them really well. Andy really is adorable. And I love him so much. Don't worry, He'll be in future chapters and will not be abandoned.

KnowInsight- Yeah, if you go with that then yeah, it does sound like it. And I guess it is in a way, though at the same time Aaron always did believe in things like survival of the fittest and whatnot.