The dream is replaying over and over in my head.
"Night Steve." I wrapped my arms around him. I felt the adrenaline ripping through my body as I pulled away from him.
"See you in the morning Captain." I whispered into his ear. I pulled back and stared deeply into his lustful eyes.
Before I know what was happening, he leant forward, pulling my hips towards him as he did, and kissed me on the lips. His lips were soft and sweet. I felt as if my whole body was on fire.
He brushed his tongue across my top lip, making me moan. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me squeal. I tightened my grip around his neck and he wrapped his hand around my back. Our kisses got quicker and more desperate as I walked backwards with him into my room.
He laid me down on the bed and started kissing my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he came back up to kiss me on the lips. His hands glided over my body and I felt so happy that this was finally happening. I've been sexually frustrated about this guy for weeks.
"Hey, are you sure about this?" I asked him when we pulled away to breathe.
He smiled against my lips and replied "There's nothing I want more." He went back to kissing me as I took off his top. I turned us over, so I was on top, and I started to kiss the top of his chest causing him to moan. His arms were gliding up and down my sides.
He got the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my head, so I was just in my underwear. He turned me over so he was on top again. He started kissing lower down my stomach, making me shiver, and-
That's where it ends. I've been trying to get it out of my mind, but it isn't moving. It is stuck there like a broken record unable to shift or move on. That's what I am. A broken record. I was taking my anger out on one of the punch bags, like the one's that Steve uses. They even smell like him. Now that is unfair.
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
Just repeating the cycle of angry punches over my head. Each fist to the bag was me saying 'Get. Out. Of. My. Head.' I was of course talking about Steve. Nothing else seemed to be on my mind. I wish I could punch the bag off it's hook. Surely I would feel the satisfaction that he does when he finally does it. I wish I was that strong naturally. But no, I'm me. And I have to work for everything I do otherwise I'm a nobody. I already feel like a nobody right now.
I gave one last strong right hook to the punch bag before retiring to the locker rooms. Before I split off into the girls changing room section, I bumped into Rogers. Literally.
"I-I'm sorry, Steve. I didn't see you. I've been a bit...rushed lately." I explained.
"It's alright Maria." he replied. "And just take a breather okay. We can't have you going crazy now, can we?" I laughed and he continued. "Hey, can we go onto the mac apple later?" Aw. That's so adorable.
"Do you mean the apple mac?" I asked, causing his ears to tinge the faintest colour of pink. He nodded. "Yeah, sure." I replied. "Just get JARVIS to tell me when you've finished your workout."
"Great." he said and I turned, placing my hand on the door. Before I could open it, Steve said "Maria."
I turned back to face him and he said "Don't punch the bags so hard." He smiled and pushed the door open with his back. Wait, that means he waited for me. Instead of bringing that up, I shouted "You can't talk." before the door shut.
I smiled to myself, went to have a shower and get into some clean clothes with heels. I came out of the changing rooms and walked across the training room. Rogers was still there. He had moved onto weightlifting now and, boy, did he look in brilliant shape. He placed the long dumbbell on the stand and said, slightly breathless, "I'll be done in an hour. Is that alright with you?"
I nodded and went towards the lift. He was putting more weights onto the bar and before the doors shut I shouted "Don't punch the bags so hard." gesturing to the 8 broken punch bags. I saw him smile before the doors shut, blocking the view of each other. I know we can't be together, but a bit of flirting's okay...isn't it?
"Living ro-" I stopped myself. "Actually where is Stark, JARVIS?"
"Mr. Stark is currently in the laboratories."
"Is he alone?"
"He appears to be so Miss Hill."
"Then take me to his floor please."
The lift descended and the doors opened revealing Tony smashing a desk with a sledge hammer. Thump. Thump. Thump. I know he knew that I was here, but he just didn't want to acknowledge me. I walked over, my heels clicking against the glass floor, and stood there waiting for him to do whatever he needed to do.
After a couple more swings, the desk was completely demolished. Nothing was on the desk apart from some very small pieces of a kind of metal.
"If you have quite finished?" I said, eyebrows raised.
"What? I wanted to destroy the computer chip."
"And was the computer chip the desk?"
"No. It was this." he said, picking up the remains of a chip the size of a thumb nail.
"So you thought a sledge hammer would be an appropriate tool to use."
"Of course. It's the coolest one apart from my suit."
I rolled my eyes, scoffed and said "Can I speak with you for a second?"
"Sure." he said, pulling out his phone and texting someone.
"I need to talk to you." Didn't move from staring at the screen. "Like face-to-face." Still didn't look up. "Like a normal conversation." I said, attempting to snatch his phone, but he pulled it away quicker than I could get to it.
"What is this about Chill? I have work to do?"
"What...smashing up tiny little computer chips with sledge hammers?" I asked, with raised eyebrows. He was silent. "Annnnyway...I need you to stop making comments about me and Steve."
He stopped everything and looked up at me. "You do like him don't you?"
"That's not what this is about. Stop making cheap jokes about us." I said sternly.
"Do you like him?"
"Will you stop if I tell you the truth?" I begged.
"Yes. I will."
"I don't like him."
"You said the truth, not lies Chill."
I sighed and shook my head. "I don't fancy him."
"We all know you're lying Hill. Just admit that you're into capsicle and I shall let this whole charade go." he said, smirking.
Damn him. "I don't like him." I said and Stark just got the sledge hammer again. "Bye Hill." he said and started smashing up another table. I think he is actually doing this for fun.
"You're an asshole." I snapped and then added "who needs to get rid of the stupid stairs that lead up to my bed."
He tapped a few buttons and said "Already done."
I walked towards the lift. I don't want Stark making stupid comment about us twenty four seven. And CaptainHill may be a brilliant ship name, but it is not happening. Unfortunately.
I went up to my room, noticing the new door, and opened up my secret email server on the S.H.I.E.L.D laptop I brought with me. No one can hack this. Not even Tony Stark. That made me feel good. There was a message from Fury. Oh dear.
Agent Hill,
Mission tomorrow. Pickup at 2100 hours on Avengers Rooftop.
Location: Upper Manhattan
Estimated finish time: 23:00
Target: Fedor Igrasva
Crimes (All unknown to public): Drug and human trafficking, drug, diamond and bomb smuggling, rape, known involvement with Hydra
Background: Friends with people of high authority. Made trades with Stark Industries in past, secretly without knowledge of Mr. Tony Stark. Approach target with extreme caution.
Mission: Infiltrate Igrasva's party tomorrow night. Seduce him. Get him to tell you nuclear launch codes. Kill once codes have been authenticated.
More information will be given to you at pick-up. Also, tell Romanoff that due to her new relationship status, she is no longer permitted to do seduction missions for S.H.I.E.L.D.
- Director Fury
Fury wasn't one for words of compassion. Also, I really hate seduction missions. I've had to do more than Romanoff and that is saying something. People have got used to knowing how she operates if they all work for the same organisation, so if I am used then they don't see me coming. It's a pretty good idea, but I don't like it. I shut my laptop lid, quite firmly at that, and got up. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water before I spoke with Cap about apple mac's or mac apples as he preferred to call them.
I put my glass on the table and suddenly remembered that I left Natasha's briefing stuff in the conference room. I still had a couple of minutes, so I went to the room and grabbed the file. I took a sneak preview into it. I'm allowed to do that as second in command. Shoot to kill mission in Portugal. Blah, blah, blah. Approximation three days. Even though her mission was shorter, I still had to seduce someone. I didn't find the missions hard, it's just I hated the feeling of leading someone on. Good or bad.
I closed the file, put it in my bag and walked back into the living room. Steve was just coming out of the lift and I ran towards the sofa to get there first, but I was in heels and he is a super soldier, so you can bet how that turned out. He got there first and I was three metres away. "Advantages for you - Super soldier serum and you're not wearing heels." I said, gesturing to the black ankle-breaking platforms I was wearing.
"I didn't pick you're shoes." he said, shrugging. I think he's getting better at the funny side of life.
I rolled my eyes in response and said "Right, i'll introduce you to the wonders of the mac apple."
I smiled at him and he shook his head. "You're never going to let this go are you."
"Hmm...Probably not, now lets go."
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