Captain America: The Timeless Love

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Chapter 2 Homecoming

The dull sense of sleep is the most numbing places to be in. The time between not dreaming and waking up. As Steve could feel his mind pushing thru that numb barrier to the land of the waking, he was actually starting to feel a bit of anxiety. Had Red Skull's return been all just a terrible nightmare? Was time traveling just a fantasy of his? Was it too good to be true that he was able to see Peggy again?

As he could feel his senses coming back, he could hear a strange ticking of a clock and the sound of distance sirens. The air didn't smell like his apartment, it was too sterile. Finally he could feel his entire body, every muscle ached and twitched as he slightly shifted awake.

"Steve?" He heard a familiar faint voice.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, he was greeted with mostly darkness. There was a desk lap illuminating part of the room on his right. He could just make out the women in front of him. He nearly cried again, he couldn't believe it. It wasn't all a dream. Everything was real. Just as real as his sore body. Peggy Carter beamed at him with that same smile and twinkling brown eyes.

"Hi." Steve responded. He was surprised how dry his throat was.

"You had a restful sleep, didn't you." She went to the desk next to the bed. She poured him a glass of water from a pitcher. Also on the desk were a couple of various opened files. Steve scanned the files and then studied Peggy. Most of her usual makeup had faded, she had darkness under her eyes and her hair was pulled back into a pigtail. Most of its usual bounciness had faded too. She must have stayed by his side as he slept, and busied herself with work.

"I guess." Steve tried to clear his throat but it was so parched, making conversation was difficult. Peggy offered the cup up to his lips, he took a few long sips. Just enough to loosen up to talk again, there was so much he had to say.

"You were out for about 30 hours," She said after looking at her watch.

"What is the date?" Steve had to be sure.

Peggy blinked, "April 24th, 1947. 3:37am. It's a Thursday."

Steve collapsed his head back into the pillow. He was caught between two feelings, joy and sadness. He was coming home to the era he was most comfortable with, but at the same time he was leaving from a new life. He was leaving the Avengers behind, but he gained his old life back. It was such a weird feeling.

"Steve," Peggy touched his forearm, "How are you feeling? You had taken quiet a beating. I don't think I've ever seen you that injured before. But I am very glad to have you back. We all had lost hope for your return. Even I lost hope."

Steve laughed, "Yeah this is probably the most beaten up I've ever been. What do I have, a few broken ribs? Dislocated jaw?" He assessed the tough bandaging around his torso and the gauzes around his head.

"Yes, and more. But you are healing very well."

"Still hurts like hell."

Peggy bite her lip, "Well I hope I can keep you distracted from the pain. We have a lot to discuss." She briefly glanced at the paperwork on her desk.

Steve nodded. "How are you doing?" He reached a shaky hand up to Peggy's collarbone. There was a hand shaped bruise hiding under her collar. Peggy rubbed her neck to soothe the bruise.

"Oh this is nothing, its all the damn paperwork after that is giving me the most pain. I'm fine. If anything I feel much better now that you are here, alive and still the same man that I once knew."

Steve furrowed his brow, really? After 5 years of separation? After adjusting to a new timeline? After forming the Avengers? After collapsing SHIELD due to Hydra's influence? He still was the same to her? "I feared that time had changed me since 1942."

"Well you do look slightly different, its mostly in your eyes. They look….." She tried to find the right words, "Tired. But I can see they are softening up alittle bit."

"Well after 23 hours of sleep, I hope I look alittle more rested." They both giggled.

After a long moment of silence, they both realized they couldn't avoid the inventible question.

Peggy was the first to speak, "Steve, where have you been all this time? Why did you…" She choked up, "Why didn't you come back?"

Steve cleared his throat, this was gonna be a hard one to discuss. But before he could get a word out, the door to his hospital room opened. Howard popped his head and gave a slight wave.

"I don't wanna be rude, but I'd like to hear this story too. I have my theories, but…" He dug into his pocket and pulled out Steve's cellular device that he used to communicate with the Avenger team. Howard must have examined this suit and all of his belongings. "The technology and your suit. Everything, from the material to the design is all something beyond our line of technological advances. This isn't something Russia could make, hell even something I couldn't make. Maybe I dreamed of making it, but I still couldn't make it. Where have you been all this time Cap?"

Steve, despite his sore chest and back, sat up out of bed and grabbed for the pitcher and glass. This was going to be a tough talk. He chugged down a glass of water. "Well if its 3am, I'd suggest you guys put on a pot of coffee, this is gonna be a long story."

After Howard and Peggy had a hot cup of coffee in their hands and comfortable chairs to sit in, Steve didn't hold back. He told them almost everything. He told them about the plane crash and how he remained preserved for 70 years only to be found by SHIELD in 2010. He told them about his difficulty adjusting to his new life. He told them about the Tesseract's reappearance in NYC and the forming of the Avenger team. He talked about Tony, Bruce, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Sam and Vision. He told about the fall of SHIELD and how Hydra tried to take over it with Project Insight. He told them about Bucky's revival as the Winter Soldier. He told them about Project Last Hope.

Carter and Stark remained silence, maybe stopping Steve to ask for a simple question or requesting a break for another cup of coffee. By the time Steve had wrapped up his summary of the last 5 years, the sun was starting to peak in, color was leaking into the room again.

The two stared off into space, their brains struggling to wrap around Steve's story.

Peggy was the first to break the long silence, "Well, before we act upon anything else, I think there are two important issues we must discuss. One, SHIELD has Hydra agents crawling underneath it and we need to make sure to unearth them before anymore damage can be done. Especially if we want to avoid the chaos it inevitably creates in the future as you put it. As well as properly store away the Tesseract and the Cosmic Ring." Howard nodded. "Two, I must ask you this very important question Steve." She cleared her throat and placed her coffee mug done, "Since we have the Cosmic Ring and it sounded like you played an extremely important role to this Avenger team in the future, would you want to go back?" She looked at him with unbiased seriousness.

Steve paused for a second, he'd be lying if he said that he didn't need to go back. In the future, he had resolved his pain about leaving behind his old life. He had no choice then. But now he had a choice and it was a very difficult decision. To remain here in the era he grew up in with Peggy and Howard, or to go to back to the future where he was probably needed the most.

"No, personally I felt like I've already spent a lifetime there in the future. I gave them my life as Captain America. But I think here, with you guys, I can live the life of Steve Rogers. Just a regular kid from Brooklyn."

Peggy placed her hand on her lips, "You're always so dramatic. Well I hope Captain America can still be available when called into action, Mr. Rogers."

"Of course, it sounds like SHIELD could use a shield wielding soldier."

Howard pressed two fingers to his temple and reclined in the chair, "Plus it would be very difficult to get you back anyways. It sounded like it took a lot of weird engineering and mastery of that Ring in order to execute such an impossible task. Unless you got another 70 years."

"Well technically my body is 98 years old, I'm sure I could squeeze another 70 years out."

Howard jumped as if a thought loaded with a ton of bricks hit him, "Speaking of squeezing out, who the hell did I have a son with?"

Peggy sighed and went back to sipping her coffee.

Steve shook his head, "I'm afraid if I'd tell you it would mess up the time line."

"No you see, you can't think of time as like a line. Its more of an ocean." Howard hopped over to the desk and grabbed a piece of paper and began drawing diagrams, "Time has different branching paths of possibilities, every decision we make has several different outcomes. The one time zone we are in is one of many outcomes that can happen."

Steve shot a smile and skeptic glance over to Peggy, she had the same look on her face as they both watched Howard go off on a time tangent.

"Hell Steve you warned us about Hydra under SHIELD, an outcome that doesn't arise until 70 years from now. We can now create a SHIELD even better than the one you fought for in the future. You've created a new ocean of possibilities. You know of wars, assassinations, major catastrophes that will happen in the next few decades. The future that will happen to us now probably won't be the one you saw."

"Howard, I'm still not gonna tell ya."

Howard shot up his hands, "Oh cmon! Peggy aren't you curious to hear about your future?"

Peggy got up from her chair and began organizing her files, "Well based on your theory about 'opening a new ocean of possibilities' doesn't that technically mean that anything Steve saw has a 50% possibility of really coming true?" She glared at him with a mocking grin. Steve smiled.

Howard blinked and pursed his lips. He nodded at that consideration.

"Alright then, if you are done philosophizing the concept of time, you and I have some work to do." Peggy said as she clasped the files towards her chest, "We have a meeting to discuss how we plan to weed out the rest of Hydra. And I have to interrogate 24 of these gentlemen before lunch. If they all don't try to kill themselves before then."

"Yeah those little Hydra bastards have a habit of committing suicide right before they talk. Luckily that's why Peg's in charge." Howard commented as he began to take his leave with Peggy.

Steve swung his legs over the bed to follow them towards the door.

"No no no no no." They both approached him and pushed him back into bed.

"You need to take it easy, kid." Howard said, "Besides its only a boring meeting anyway, we'll call you back into action soon." He gave him a light tap and headed for the door.

Peggy laid a comforting hand on Steve's shoulder. "I'll come back once we're done. Why don't you get some rest for me." She gave him those soft eyes of hers. She leaned down and kissed his lips with careful gentleness. Steve was greeted with the same reliving feeling, it ran across his chest and filled it with a warm gooey pain-reliever. He cupped her face, just to hold on to this feeling. She took it as an invitation to stay longer, she gripped his shoulder.

"Ah Peggy if you need a few more minutes…." Howard had been standing in the door way the entire time. "I can stall the guys if you need it."

A red blush crept onto her cheeks, "I…" Steve could see her battling to consider that option. "I'll be there in a moment. Go make us some more coffee."

Howard smiled, and left without another word.

Peggy dared for another kiss, she felt like she was being too greedy. "Does it still hurt?" She soothed a finger against his cheek.

Steve took the files out of Peggy's arms and set them down on the desk beside his bed, "It hurts more if you stop." He cupped her face once again, wanting to draw her nearer.

Peggy bombarded his lips with hers. She placed one hand behind his head and leaned further into him. She awoke this fire between them that had been sitting idle too long. Steve embraced her to his chest, both arms wrapped tightly around her. The pain from his chest became a minor annoyance as it was been drowned away by this liquid hot fire that filled his heart as he kissed her back.

Steve pulled away just to see her face once again. He still found it unbelievable to be here, "You should go to that meeting, start changing the world."

Peggy, hesitate to move any further than a few inches from him, sighed, "Yes, I just needed a moment to let it sync in that you've returned. But this moment isn't long enough."

Steve nodded and placed another gentle kiss on her lips, "Well I still owe my girl a dance, I hope that moment can be enough."

"You can't go dancing, not in the state that you're in."

"I got 2 days to heal before this Friday, that's plenty of time."

"No, absolutely not. I will arrest you if you try to leave this hospital."

"Arresting Captain America? That wouldn't look well for you in the papers." Steve joked.

Peggy finally stood up and grabbed her files, "Well if it was for your own good, it would be worth the paperwork." She backed up towards the door, "Now behave yourself and get some rest."

"Yes ma'am."


Hours went by in that lonely hospital room and the only company Steve got was an occasional visit from a nurse or a doctor. He tried to keep himself busy to past the time, but nothing seem to hold his attention. It was nice to return to the simplicity of just radio and newspaper but he was growing bored and the soreness of chest only became more difficult to block out. The worst part was the fact that he wasn't allowed to get up and walk around. Noticing his distress, a kind nurse had offered up her lunch break to play cards with him to pass the time. She was very sweet. She had commented that her son was a big fan of his. He had seen his stage performance at least 4 four times and framed every news article about him in the papers. Steve replied that he would be honored to meet him one day once he was better.

But sadly her break came to an end and he was left alone again with nothing but the radio and today's paper. Eventually he gave up reading the same news article for the fourth time and just tried to sleep again. It found him quickly.

He didn't dream, it was just black and empty. Just a restful sleep for his body to recover. At some point he felt the presences of someone entering his room, a nurse perhaps? Light heels clicked over to his bed. He felt the pressure of the mattress bend as the body climbed into bed with him, he smelled a familiar perfume and knew who it was. The body said nothing as it curled up beside him and almost immediately fell asleep on his shoulder. He cradled one arm around her and drifted back into his heavy sleep.

This time he did dream. He dreamt about a grand vivid ballroom with a big band and a packed dance crowd. Everyone was wearing shades of purple but he couldn't see anyone's face. He searched thru the whirly purple of dancers for a familiar face. The big band began to race and pick up intensity. He kept turning around, trying to find her face.

Steve stirred himself awake, causing the body in his arms to stir as well. And there she was, from the darkness of sleep to awake to see Peggy by his side. She craned her head up to meet him with her tired eyes. "Im sorry for waking you. I wanted to come see you before nightfall, and I guess I dosed off. What time is it?" She straighten herself up and looked at her watch.

"I don't mind, the company is very much appreciated."

Peggy groaned and rubbed the tension under her eyes, "Its nearly 8am. I still have more Hydra agents to interrogate. 5 of them managed to hang themselves yesterday." She sighed.

Steve rubbed her back, "Peg you should take the day off."

"I should." She paused to consider it, "I'll work a 5 hour shift and then I'll come back for you ok. I promise."


Peggy slammed on the gas of her red Standard Vanguard car. She drove white knuckled all the way up to her apartment at Howard's Estate just outside of Manhattan.

"Damn you Howard." She muttered under her breath as she saw the Estate in sight.

She had finished work early at Steve's request but was upset to discover that Steve was released from the hospital late that morning. A nurse who was caring for him had mentioned that he was picked up by Howard Stark's butler and was assigned to "recover" at Stark's Estate under Howard's authority.

As she pulled into the drive, she saw Ana, Mr. Jarvis's wife, unloading groceries from her car. She saw Peggy and waved.

"Good afternoon Ms. Carter," Her smile gleamed in the sunlight, "It's a surprise to see you home so early. I was just out getting some ingredients for tonight's supper."

Peggy tried to defuse her angry in the presence of Ana, "Yes, well I've lost something and I'm here to recover it." She stormed off into the Estate on the hunt for Mr. Jarvis and her supposed patient.

"Ms. Carter, if it is my husband you are looking for, I saw him touring Captain Rogers around our gym physicality."

Oh lord no!

Peggy clicked her heels down the main lobby and made a bee line for the Stark gym. As she approached the main doors, she could hear the voices of both Mr. Jarvis and Steve. They were both in the gym's boxing ring, with their arms up and they were sparring together. Steve was dressed in athletic attire and by the look of perspiration, he had been in the gym for some time. And Edmund was wearing his unusual one piece athletic unitard.

Oh good lord no!

"What in the bloody blazes are you two doing?!"

The two jumped back and stared innocently at Director Carter who had her hands on her hips. "I run all over the hospital looking for you until I hear that Mr. Stark had transported you back to his mansion for 'recuperation' only to find you sparring with no protection gear against his butler!"

"M-my ribs have a healed, Howard's new healing drug…"

"Mr. Stark is not a licensed doctor. You know as well as I do that he is not the best of judgement when it comes to looking after people. And you Mr. Jarvis. You drove him all the way from the hospital to the mansion, knowing the state he was in and you decided to spar against him?!"

Mr. Jarvis straightened up, "Well Captain Rogers has made a remarkable recovery, looking at his X-rays from this morning it appears he's made a 70% recovery."

Peggy sighed with discontent, "Mr. Jarvis, please go put on some decent clothes and drive Steve back to the hospital." Without any hesitation, the butler was out the door, he knew that fury in Peggy's eyes and he wouldn't think twice about going up against it.

"Peggy, I feel fine." Steve jumped down from the ring.

But she wouldn't believe him. No man with 5 broken ribs could heal that fast in less than 48 hours. It was just too ridiculous. She walked up to him and placed on a hand on his chest. She was startled that he didn't react to her touch. She pressed around his pectoral muscle and his upper abdomen. The muscles felt hot and sweaty but nothing felt abnormal. And Steve wasn't wincing anymore like he did last time.

"Lift up your shirt." Peggy ordered.

Steve obeyed; he removed the slightly damp grey undershirt entirely. Peggy stared at his chest, judgingly. She ran her hand over his pecs, there was a very large dark purple bruise along most of his upper chest and it had spread down to tips of his abs. A faint ring of brown encircled the purple bruising.

"There you see, fit as a fiddle."

Peggy rolled her eyes, "Yes I see. But I would prefer if you got cleared by a licensed doctor."

A smudge look came across his face, "You'll have to spar me for it. You know like old times." During the war, the two of them had this little game they liked to play when they were often partnered for sparring. The spar was only fun unless there were stakes.

Peggy removed her hands from his chest and shook her head, "Oh no no no."
"C'mon. I'll give you the stakes. If you pin me down, I go back to the hospital. If I pin you down, I get to stay at Howard's Estate and 'recuperate'."

Peggy glared at him, she rolled her tongue over her right inner cheek with her hands on her hips again. "Fine." She said smugly. She began removing her high heels. "I'll just end up putting you back in the hospital anyway."

"Oh ho." Steve lifted the ropes for her to enter. "I do have to warn you, my last few sparring partners have been a Russian trained female spy and an ex-military combat solider."

"A Russian spy? That sounds familiar. So have I." She claimed her side of the ring and got into her stance. Steve got into his. The two stared at each other for a second. Peggy's cocky smile dropped when she noticed that Steve had not put his shirt back on. All the muscles in his torso were tensing up as he anticipated their fight. This would be her disadvantage; he would be distracting to look at. Peggy had to end this fight quickly, she had to just pin him down. Pin down his shirtless tight body down. This was gonna be hard. She had never fought Steve like this before. When they sparred during the war, they were more…..modest.

Lost in her own thoughts, Steve took the first move and lunged for a grab. Peggy was almost a hair too late as she redirected his hand away with a quick swipe. If she was more focused she could have just grabbed his wrist and redirected his entire body to the ground.

With some added frustration, Peggy went for a brigade of kicks. Steve was able to block all of them. On her last kick, Steve skillfully grabbed for one of her ankles and locked on. Putting her entire body into a roll, Peggy pivoted on her other leg and twisted her leg free from Steve's grasp. He stumbled forward but regained his footing to counter back. He lunged forward with a few hits and jabs. Peggy could feel his energy as she redirected and blocked each hit. She could tell he was holding back his real strength, but he was fast. She watched as his forearms swiped past her line of vision and then contoured back in to his bare chest for another swing. She could see his entire muscle structure at work, this was getting very dangerous.

Peggy had had enough, her heartrate was elevating much too fast, her body was beginning to heat up. It certainly wasn't from the fight, it was the fact that Steve wasn't wearing a damn shirt. She was getting too many close calls because she kept ogling at him. If she remembered from her previous victories against Steve, she knew that his weak spots were his legs. She casted her vision downwards and planned her route. She was going to grab his next punch, pull him forward and then sweep her body to the side and trip him with one of her own legs.

As Steve went in for his forward jab, Peggy readied herself. She grabbed for his wrist and began to twist her body, but Steve must have saw past her or just applied smarter tactics. Instead he open palmed his hand and twisted his forearm, causing Peggy's grip to fail. Now she was left wide open. Steve grabbed for her opposite arm and twisted it behind her back. Peggy grunted as she was forcibly jerked around. She could feel Steve pull her in close to his chest. His heaving chest pressed into her back. She could almost feel his heart, a faint beat echoing thru her back and into her own chest. It made her heart quiver.

Steve took a step forward and prepared to throw her down for a pin. She wasn't gonna let that happen. As Steve threw her down, she twirled around fast enough so her back hit the mat first. She soften her landing and sprung off it. She hurled her feet up and kicked straight into Steve's abdomen. He took a step back, that did hurt a bit. He winced and Peggy noticed.

"If you keep this up I'm only going to hurt you more."

"You're suppose to pin me, not hurt me."

"You're suppose to be resting."

Peggy ran at him, this time she was using more aggressive force, behind each punch, each kick was a shout. Steve could feel it, she was putting her all to get him down. She wanted to put him back in his hospital bed. Peggy was growing a little sloppy in her anger, she was repeating the same hits. However her power had increased dramatically. As Peggy went in for a flying kick, Steve grabbed her ankle again. He knew exactly what she was going to do next. She was going to spin pivot out of his grasp. With a strong lunge, he grabbed for her thigh of her free leg and pushed her down. She hit the mat ass first and rocked back. She caught herself before she could be open for an easy pin. But Steve's force was too strong. He released her legs and grabbed for her arm and pushed down on her other shoulder. Peggy groaned in protest. She lifted up her hips and tried to get a leg underneath his chest. But Steve thrusted his pelvis down on top of hers and pinned her lower half down. Peggy was hanging on by a thread, the only point keeping her from the pin was her ab strength. She struggled against his force for a few more seconds. Her fury began to fade as she realized there was no coming out this. She had lost. As her stomach began to tremble from the over exertion, she gave up and she collapsed into a pin with a hard hit. Steve loomed over her, his breath was steady. Peggy panted below him, she groaned at her defeat.

"Best 2 out of 3."

Steve shook his head, "No, we're done here. I'm not the only one who needs rest you know. It's time you relaxed."

Peggy struggled under his arms, he had her wrists pinned by her shoulders. Steve only applied more pressure and got closer to her face. His chest almost touching hers.

"You're not relaxed."

She flared her nostrils, and sighed with a forced exhale. "I would relax more if you weren't sitting on my pelvis." She wiggled her hips underneath his, trying to escape.

"If I loosen up, will you stay? You promised."

"I made that promise in the hospital. Where I trusted you would stay."

"Well it seems we both are staying right here than until we've reached an agreement."

Peggy swallowed hard, "Fine."

This was getting much too dangerous. Her heart couldn't relax, it kept racing. She could feel almost every definition of Steve being pressed on to her. From his hips to his torso. Her face became flush as his temperature was radiating off of him and melting into her skin. She could feel moisture collect under his palms against her wrists. She could feel his breath hit her neck and whistle down her collar towards the tops of her breasts. She swallowed hard again. The one part of her body that wasn't limited was her neck, and Steve was resting so close. Just close enough to kiss.

Being sneaky and ambitious, she craned her head up and grabbed for his lips with her own. She could feel Steve jump slightly at her kiss, but as she held it there for a second or two she could feel his body sync into hers. He kissed her back, adding his own force to the kiss. The fire that they touched before back in hospital was dangerously tickling them again.

Their lips became hungry for more kisses. Steve slowly sank down on top of Peggy's chest. His hands moved up and captured her fingers, they interlocked and held firm. She became so overwhelmed with all his pressure upon her that she moaned into their kiss. It was the softest and sweetest thing Steve had ever heard. He wanted to hear it again. He dared to open his mouth and entice her with his tongue. She accepted, it was warm and wet.

Peggy's hips couldn't help but squirm against Steve's. Her core was buzzing with energy and demanded for a release from its capturer. But the struggling only made it worse for her, as her muscles grew hot and tender with each touch. His bony pelvis only seemed to electrify her and encourage more resistance. Each little twist of her hips made her moan against his lips, she couldn't help it, and she was enjoying it.

Steve parted from their kiss and loomed above her. Peggy couldn't imagine how she must have looked at that moment. Her pupils must have been dilated, her lipstick all smudged, her face contorted in between a look of frustration and lust. He stared down at her with his gorgeous blue irises that were hiding behind his large pupils. His breath now matched hers, thick and heavy.

Then suddenly Steve starting moving his hips in response to hers. Peggy bite her lip as her body tingled with delight. She could feel Steve's eyes studying her, those blue eyes. Steve slide his fingers out from between hers and glided them down her palms, down her wrists, her arms, and then down her sides. Peggy's breath trembled as he teased her delicate skin with his rough fingers. No longer being bound by his hands, Peggy reached up and demanded for his lips back. She pulled his face back down and the rest of him followed. His pelvis slowly grinding against hers. The softness of his lips, his tense muscles holding her close. Peggy moaned one more time, this time much louder and more vocal of how pleased she was.

"Ms. Carter?" Mr. Jarvis voice echoed in the gym. The two immediately froze. "Shall I go fetch the car?" He stood in the door way searching for them, he could see the two in a heap in the middle of the boxing ring.

Steve rolled off of Peggy and they both stood up, adjusting their clothes and dusting themselves off. Steve retreated to one corner of the ring to fetch his shirt and towel. He discretely removed Peggy's red lipstick from his face.

Peggy tucked her shirt in and fetched her heels, she walked up to Jarvis as if nothing was wrong. "Thank you Mr. Jarvis but that won't be necessary. Steve Rogers will be staying with us after all. But no more sparring with him please, make sure he is resting his injuries, not rebreaking them."

Peggy stormed off for her apartment before he could put together what he just walked in on.

"Oh wait, Ms. Carter. Ana wants a moment with you. She'll be in your dressing room." He called after her.

Steve walked up beside Mr. Jarvis, he had his towel and shirt draped over his arm, and his arm rested close to his hips. "Are we all set for tonight?"

The butler nodded, "Yes, I have made your appointment at the club, Ana has prepared a lovely dinner and your tux is laid out for you in the gallery. Shall I draw you a hot bath Mr. Rogers?"

Steve shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "No, I'm gonna need a cold shower."