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The helicarrier was huge, and the walk to the containment room seemed to never end. Tony and Elizabeth walked in silence, not wanting to talk about the impending doom that could be occurring. He stopped in front of door and cleared his throat. "I won't go in with you, but I will be standing right here. He can't get out of the glass, no matter what he says." He kissed her forehead.
Footsteps jogged towards us and we turned toward the sound. Steve Rogers stood there, in his brown bomber jacket and jeans. "If you need us, we'll be here." He told her, looking up at Tony briefly before flickering his eyes back down to meet hers. She nodded at him, reaching out and placing her hand on his forearm.
"Thank you, Captain." He blushed a little bit, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Call me Steve." She smiled at him, before agreeing and looking towards her Uncle Tony.
"I'll yell if I need anything." She reassured the pair before opening the door and entering. She held a brave face, but once she saw the handsome face that belonged to Loki, she felt herself become nervous. This man wields a ridiculous amount of power. Power that she could never even imagine.
"And who is this?" The man asked, giving her a slow smile. He was in his usual garb, minus the gold head and chest pieces.
"My name is Elizabeth Stark." Loki raised his eyebrows.
"Stark? Are you married to the metal one?" He asked, and Elizabeth shook her head quickly.
"No. He's my uncle." She explained, and he took a step closer to the glass.
"Well, you're just stunning." He cooed, making her even more nervous than before. She didn't say anything, but she took a step backwards as he took another one forward. Tony told her that there was no way for him to get out, but the thought was still terrifying.
He grinned wickedly as he could see she grew even more uncomfortable. "If you are not claimed, maybe I shall claim you as my own. Make you my queen." He suggested, leering at her body. She gulped.
"I-I .." She trailed off, and he continued to speak.
"I wonder how that uncle of yours would feel if he knew you were my queen. If he knew that I would make you writhe under my body and scream out with pain and pleas-.." She covered her ears with her hands, not wanting to hear the rest.
Loki sure as hell knew how to manipulate people. He had a way with words, a silver tongue. "You would rule by my side." He laughed at her face. She squealed with shock when he slammed his hands against the glass. The door swung open, and Steve and Tony rushed in.
"Are you okay?" Steve asked, standing behind her and placing his hand on her arm. She nodded, not removing her eyes from Loki's stare. Tony glared at the God-like man and jerked his head towards the door.
"That's enough. Let's go." Steve gently grasped Elizabeth by her elbow and directed her towards the door.
"So the man out of time has your heart? No matter, he does not possess the power as I do!" His wicked cackle echoed in her ears as the men shoved her from the room.
"Are you okay?" Tony repeated, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
"He's a crazy bastard." She told him, making Tony laugh and Steve flinch at the use of profanity. She shuddered as she remembered the look in his eyes as he leered at her, and Steve took a step closer.
"I think we should get you out of here." He suggested, and Tony agreed.
"I can take you back to my place." Tony said, but Elizabeth shook her head.
"I'll just go home." Tony wasn't having that.
"I think it would be better if you stayed with me. It's a lot safer, plus you get to spend time with your favorite uncle." He said, a sense of finality in his voice. She sighed. It would be a waste of her breath to argue with Tony, that is what he's best at.
"I would not mind taking her back to your residence." Steve said, a blush dusting over his cheeks. She smiled at him.
"That would be great." She felt her own cheeks heat up, and Tony gave the two a suspicious glance.
"Okay, fine. I don't have to like it. As long as you're safe." She hugged her uncle tightly around his torso.
"Come home safe." She told him. He winked at her. Steve led Elizabeth out of the helicarrier. There was a selection of small helicopters available, and Steve asked for a ride back to Stark Industries.
"Thank you for volunteering to bring me back. I couldn't stay there any longer." She told him. He sat across from her in the helicopter.
"What did he say to you? If you don't mind me asking, of course." He said, his voice gentle. She sighed, making him feel like he was intruding.
"He said that I was stunning. That I could be his queen, and he would .." She trailed off, not wanting to continue. He said he'd make her writhe with pleasure. That was too much detail to tell the Captain. He seemed to understand why she stopped, and his hands clenched into fists.
"He will never lay his hands on you." He said, his voice angry and lower than normal. It sent shivers through her body. Elizabeth placed both of her small hands on top of his large fists, making him relax instantly.
The two didn't say anything else until they arrived at Stark Industries. "After you." He said, holding open the door for her. JARVIS responded to their presence.
"Good evening, Miss Stark and Mr. Rogers." Elizabeth smiled at the familiar voice.
"Good evening, Jarvis." They both replied. The elevator took them up to the penthouse, and he stopped when it came to a halt.
"I understand if you would much rather be alone right now." He told her, his voice concerned. Deep down, however, he wanted to stay with her. He wanted her to ask him to stay.
"Uhm .. Would you mind staying with me? At least until Tony comes home?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her chew on her pink, plump lip.
"Of course." He nodded, stepping out of the elevator. The two lingered awkwardly before Elizabeth shook her head slightly.
"Would you like a drink? Just make yourself at home." She told him, gesturing towards the couch. He asked for water, and she produced two bottles out of the fridge. He sat down on the couch, sitting stiffly in the corner of it.
She tossed him the water, which he caught gracefully, and then plopped down beside him. She seemed at ease, and he began to relax slightly seeing her like this. She was flipping through the television channels, pursing her lips every few channels.
Elizabeth noticed him watching her out of the corner of her eye. "What?" She asked, giving him a little smile. He shook his head, and blush heating up his cheeks. She stared into his baby blue eyes, feeling herself getting lost in them.
"Well, I see that you two are cozy." Pepper said, walking into the room. The two jumped, feeling their hearts begin to pound in their chests. "Sorry to interrupt, but where is Tony?"
"He's still with SHIELD. They should be here soon." Steve told Pepper, who in return thanked him for his answer and walked out. Elizabeth tossed him the remote control to prevent any awkwardness from forming.
"You can pick something to watch on tv." He was embarrassed to admit it, but when he first woke up, he had no idea how to work anything. Bruce has tried to reassure him that there is no reason to be embarrassed because the technology is far more advanced than in his time, but Tony thinks differently. He likes to pick on Steve every chance he saw, so Bruce took manners into his own hands.
The two had went over and discussed a majority of technology, starting with the television and the new Stark phone that Steve was given. He cleared his throat and pointed the remote at the tv, flipping through the guide. He finally settled on the history channel before looking at the redhead next to him.
"Is this alright?" He asked, and she nodded.
"Anything is fine with me." He watched the documentary carefully, taking in every aspect of information that he could. He was trying so hard to catch up with the modern times, but it was a lot of information to comprehend.
The pair sat in a comfortable silence, and after thirty minutes had passed of the documentary, Steve looked over at Elizabeth. She was curled up sleeping. Her breathing was slow and even, and the worry lines that were visible on her face before were wiped away. Her beauty amazed him.
He stood up carefully, searching for a blanket. "JARVIS, can you help me find a blanket?" He asked, his voice quiet.
"Down the hall, sir. In the linen closet on the left." Steve thanked the AI and followed the instructions given to him. He found a nice blanket folded up inside the closet, exactly where JARVIS said it would be.
He covered her up carefully, not wanting to wake her. He took his spot back on the other side of the couch and returning his attention back to the television. "Steve.." She breathed out, making him look at her.
She was still unconscious, but she was whispering his name. He smiled softly at the woman. He was beginning to grow quite fond of her.