A/N: I'm switching it up… How about a little hotness from our one and only Captain Rogers?

Steve Rogers' Point Of View

Walking to my room at Stark Tower after our meeting, I couldn't help but to take a deep breath and let a shudder ripple through me. Half of the hallway was in ruins, but it was being repaired quickly. I'm guessing that Bruce and Thor's room was next to mine. Clint and Natasha probably shared the one across from me. The room next to me was being fixed up at a tremendously fast pace; it would be ready by tomorrow morning. I wondered if it was supposed to be Ann's… Tony would be vindictive and do something like that.

Entering my room, I tossed my shirt to the floor; I didn't care where it landed. I needed to find the shower. It was nearly eight, and I wanted to get a full night's sleep before tomorrow. Loki was still lost in the ruins of Manhattan, but powerless. We had the Tesseract and his scepter. Tomorrow, we started the manhunt, and I needed to be at my full potential.

Looking around, I allowed myself a small smile at Tony's grandiose taste. It was like a mini-apartment- a kitchen, small living room, and a hallway that leads to a huge bedroom, with one of the biggest beds I've ever seen in my life. And, it was all decorated in things from my era. A note was laying on my bed, in fancy handwriting. So typical of Tony.

"Hey Cap,
I thought you might find this bed fitting.

Sorry about your sleeping arrangement. I hear that your temporary roommate can be a real beast sometimes.

Sleep tight,

Tony

P.S. I had the closets filled with some… Modern clothing that should fit you. Enjoy. P.P.S. If you're still alive in the morning and murderous, you're more than welcome to have a go at me. If you're happy about it, then you're welcome."

Sometimes Tony could be a real jerk, but at the end of the day, he did have a heart. Well, kind of. If a nuclear reactor counts. Whatever that is. I just hope that my guess was right about the sleeping arrangements. I'd rather bunk with Fury than Bruce or Thor, though…

Passing through the bedroom, I stripped myself of my pants, only leaving my cropped boxer-briefs as I ran to start the shower.

The shower could easily hold seven people. I wondered why he would ever need that many people in here at one time… A shiver ripped through me. I didn't want that answered.

Steam began rising from the hot water as it cascaded down from the twelve polished chrome showerheads, misting up the sliding glass doors. Looking into the mirror that was across from the shower, I inspected my side. Not even a scratch. No light pink flesh to remind me that a chunk of my body had been missing. That dame sure as hell could work some magic… And my leg wasn't even sore. However, I could feel my side begin to ache, as Ann warned me just before the meeting started that it would.

Ann. She filled my mind again, and I placed my hands on the solid black granite countertop, leaning against it. I had experienced some of her memories. I'm not sure if I was supposed to, but it felt like I was going through a tunnel. It was the oddest sensation… I didn't want to remember what I saw; they were her private memories. I was an intruder. Surely you can make an exception for the last thing she showed you, Rogers. You want to remember it. The way her passion was inflamed at your touch, your laugh, your smile, just glancing at her… Now you know what she feels. You want to remember the way she was pressed against you, the way your lips just barely brushed… Where your hands were on her body… No, stop, this was inappropriate. My underwear swelled so suddenly that it hurt. I shouldn't be thinking of this.

Go ahead, Steve. She won't know. I couldn't resist the seductive voice anymore. Roughly pulling down my boxers, I stepped into the shower and held my pride in my hand. This was the only natural thing that remained with me after the serum- it didn't enhance it because it didn't need enhancing. Almost 11 inches long and 2 ½ wide. The steam swirled around me, and I got lost in thought.

I let her pull me closer. My skin touching hers, hearing her heavy breathing on my neck, I buried my face into her hair. She smelled so good… So sweet and fresh. Like the crisp, clean air of the sea. My hands traveled along her soft pale pink body, tracing every delicate curve. Over her back, past her bottom, onto the back of her upper thighs… I wrapped my hands easily around them and picked her up and pushed her against the wall, making her legs wrap around me. My mouth met hers for a hot, passionate kiss. She tasted sweeter than she smelled. An intoxicating mixture of the sweetest candy, yet more addictive than the taste of a light whiskey. I may not be able to get drunk off of alcohol, but her kiss was better. I pulled away, biting her lip, and I felt her breath against mine. She attacked my face with another flurry of soft kisses, but I attacked her mouth ravenously. One of her hands was in my hair and the other on my back. My hardness was pressed between us, and breaking away, she grinned at me. I could feel her wetness, and I couldn't resist anymore. She whispered, "God, Steve, please… I beg you…" I quickly entered her as fast and hard as I could, causing her to cry out. The slickness between our bodies made the rhythm of me pulsing against her easier. "Take me to the bed, Steve. Now." She commanded, and I sat down, leaning against the headboard, her sitting on me. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leaned up, and my hands covered hers as she started to work her body. "Ann," I whimpered as she took every inch of me inside of her, grinding me, her hot moans quickly joining mine. She kissed my neck, and then behind my ear. I felt my thighs start to tighten, knowing what was about to happen. I couldn't help myself as I held onto her hips and started to thrust with her. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I heard Ann coming to her own end, her tight muscles working me over the edge. My cries mixed with hers as I bit down on her neck, suppressing my deep moan by her sharp outcry of pleasure. Looking into my eyes, she whispered the words I've always longed to hear from a woman. Especially from her. "I love you."

Snapping out of my absolutely filthy thoughts, I looked at my hand and the dirtied glass I was standing next to. "Oh my, Steve. Look what you've done now…" I mumbled, and splashed water onto my hand and the door to clean them off. Scrubbing the rest of my body down, but being careful of my hurting side, I finished up my shower and looked at the clock as I dried off. It was a quarter past eight.

Out of the blue, I heard a soft knock at my door. Great; Fury or Bruce was here to come and take over my quiet time.

I wrapped the towel I was holding around my waist and picked up my soiled clothing and tossed them in a corner. Water was still dripping off of me as I ambled to the door and opened it.

My face paled. "Oh, hey, Ann." She gasped as she saw me, and a pink blush spread across her face as she saw what I was holding on my hips. Opening the door to gesture her in, I heard her stutter, "H-hey Steve. I must have the wrong room; I think Tony was playing a prank on me. I'm sorry to have bothered you." Ann turned to go, but I touched the back of her shoulder. "No, he told me you were supposed to be here. Come in. You can use the shower; I'm done. I'll ask this cock-eyed contraption that Tony calls JARVIS to order us some dinner."

Ann slowly walked into the little apartment, and murmured a thanks. She made a beeline for the bathroom and locked the door.

Walking back to the bedroom to throw on a white v-neck t-shirt and some comfortable black sweatpants, I made up my mind that tomorrow, Tony Stark was a dead man.

I should've taken a cold shower.