A/N: I figured I'd post the second chapter, since the first one didn't have all that M rated fluff that I know you were looking for! But you gotta get the backstories out of the way. Hopefully this entices just a bit… Not quite M just yet, but I'm getting there. (; And I'm going by their looks in the movie, not the original comics. Because mmm, Chris Evans. Isn't that why you're reading it anyway?

"Steve, I want you to look at me." I told him. His eyes were shut. I hadn't moved from beside him. The wet white shirt he was wearing was showing his impossibly hard muscles, and even though I was doing my best to not look and focus on the task at hand, I couldn't help it. I felt guilty. He was hurt, and I was supposed to be helping him. He was trusting me to be his healer.

After a long moment, his dazzling blue eyes opened and seemed to stare straight through me. "I need to touch you for this to work. Are you hurting anywhere else?" He shook his head, pulling himself out of the daze he stuck himself in. "No ma'am." I moved through the water, on my knees, sitting up to face him. I masked the uncertainty on my face by smiling softly down at him. He returned it, a genuine smile brightening up his face.

He didn't need to know that this was my first time healing a human.

"What did I tell you about calling me ma'am?" I asked again, slightly exasperated. "Not to." He gave a small chuckle, but winced again, cutting it off sharply. I pulled my glowing hands out of the water, and touched my palms to his shoulders, trying to keep myself at arms length. I didn't want to be any closer than I had to. "I don't know how this will feel to you, Steve." I explained honestly. "Will it hurt you?" He asked in an almost childish voice, soft and full of concern. He was bleeding and missing a chunk of his flesh, for Christ's sake, and he was asking about how I felt!

"Stop being Captain America for five whole minutes, and let me heal you." My voice was stern, but playful. "It won't hurt me. I promise." "Ann, you have to do it fast. We have to get back and find Loki-" I cut him off sharply, my voice having an edge that I didn't really mean. He just had to shut up. "What did I just tell you?" He clammed up, a pink flush of something making his ghastly white cheeks show a little sign of life. "I want you to put your hands over mine." His big hands covered my long, thin, white fingers. They were warm. I let myself have a couple of seconds of contentment and secret pleasure before I opened my eyes and looked down at the slightly blood-tinted water around us, focusing my stare on his side.

I wanted nothing more than to see him healed. I felt a familiar tingling, warm sensation envelop my body. My hands pulsed, and I felt the gold glowing water leaving my body and go into his. I concentrated hard, and focused on the feelings of joy he gave me every time I saw him. My hidden feelings of passion.

Suddenly, like I was going through a wormhole, I began to see memories that weren't mine.

You'll never be anything, Rogers. A dirty army lieutenant screamed in my face. Feelings of horrible failure. The image of a scrawny boy in the mirror. One that will never be anything. There's this serum, Rogers. Since you want to be a soldier so badly… Feelings of pain and my body engorging. Feelings of the most extreme joy as I emerged from a capsule. Knowing that I was perfect and invincible from disease and things that would kill a normal man. My heart swelling with pride and love, knowing that my country loved me and that I can finally serve like I always dreamed. Mind crippling pain as I said goodbye to the one woman I had loved. Diving into the ocean, not knowing what was in the abyss. Numbness. Revival. The fear that came with the words, Captain Rogers, you've been asleep for 70 years. Looking at a stark white room, the antiseptic hospital stench stinging my nose. Seeing a million doctors that told me I was fine. People asking me what happened. Being introduced to modern superheroes and a demigod. The Hulk, Tony Stark, Hawkeye, Natasha, Thor… Oh, and I have someone I'd like to introduce to all of you. Her name is Ann Keeney, and she is our new Medical Director. She's been trained by SHIELD for 6 years, and is what you call a healer… Mixed feelings of fear and something that he hadn't felt for over 70 years. A small hint of passion. Staring at the woman, about 5'6, with short brown hair down to her shoulders. Cerulean eyes that seemed to stare through your soul. Flushed skin. Soft pink lips. My heart fluttered and my stomach flopped as she shook hands with everybody. When she got to me, my hands were clammy as they touched, if only for an instant. It's lovely to meet you, Captain Rogers. A feeling of peace as I fell into a deep sleep, and then raw, wild passion as I imagined her walking into my room, stripping me down, letting my hands roam her soft body, running my fingers through her hair and my lips touching her and not getting enough of her sweet light taste and hot breath, her moving her body under me, denying me more, my hips arching into her as I heard her voice moan my name-

And then waking up. My eyes opened as I stared at Steve. We were both breathing heavily. We were so close, I could see the golden flecks in his iris. His breath was warm on my face. His arms were around my waist, holding me against his chest. I was still on my knees in front of him, my face above his, looking down onto his perfection. My hands still on his shoulders. I couldn't find the right words to speak. I had no idea that would happen. However, without looking at him, I knew that I had healed him. His wounds wouldn't even leave a scar.

Our noses touched. He closed his eyes as I pressed my cheek to his, not giving either of us quite the satisfaction we wanted. He turned his head from our clammy cheeks and let his lips slowly brush against mine, not quite in a kiss, but enough to send my heart pounding against my ribcage. I closed my eyes.

Pushing myself away from him just in time, I heard the doors open and Tony Stark walked in, carrying a bathrobe. "Sorry to break up the wannabe lovebirds, but It's been nearly an hour and Fury wants to talk to all of us. There's no time for me and Ann to have our own private bath time." His smirk and glance at Steve told us that he knew exactly what almost happened with our lips. Even though neither me nor Steve were really open about our feelings, Tony just had to be the one to pick up on our subtle hints. And intrude when I was about to get exactly what I wanted. I hopped out of the gigantic pool and made an offhand wave motion; all of the water on my body instantly flowing off of me, leaving me dry. I did the same for Steve, once he made his way up the steps. He shivered, and Tony handed him the bathrobe with a flourish.

"Now, let's walk into what's left of the command center. We still have to find Loki." Tony said, a weary sigh leaving his lips.

I wonder how long Tony will keep quiet.

Will Steve confront me about what happened? I bit my lip as I followed after the two men, buttoning my slacks and retrieving my fallen clothing items in the long hallway, putting them back on as I gathered them.

What could possibly go wrong now?