A/N: I love all of you. And all of you are about to hate me.

I'M SORRY.

Oh. And I'm an idiot- after enlightening myself with the Avengers movie (again) and Captain America, I realized that Tony's 'reactor' isn't a nuclear reactor… But I'm keeping it because it sounds good and is included in my plotline already. Just to clear that up! Kisses!

Steve Roger's Point of View

I sat down on the bed after I asked JARVIS to send up a couple of cheeseburgers. Ann was in the shower. The note that Tony had on the bed was still there, and I quickly shoved it underneath a dresser. She didn't need to know that Tony said she could be a beast. Ann would probably put Bruce to shame.

I heard the water stop in the bathroom, and quickly moved to the little living room to give her some privacy. I heard the bathroom door open, and the sound of light footsteps coming down the hallway. "Steve?" Her head popped out. "Is it alright if I borrow one of your shirts? I don't think Tony planned for me." She said sheepishly. I walked to her, and quickly averted my eyes, seeing that she was only in a white towel. Water was dripping across the exposed parts of her legs and chest and-

Whoa, calm down. My heart hadn't stopped fluttering since she walked in… And I was not going to get… Excited… Again.

I swallowed hard. "I don't know. I think Tony may have some of clothes for you, I mean, he did tell me you were coming. I'll go look." She followed me into the room while I rummaged through some drawers. "I don't see anything, but this shirt may fit, and you don't mind wearing an unused pair of boxers, do you? You're right. He didn't have anything in here. But he did go shopping for me, and I've never worn these." I held up a black shirt just like the white one I was already in, and red boxers. "They'll do." Ann said, a pink flush staining her cheeks. "Thank you, Steve." She took them and headed back into the bathroom, and when the door shut I put one hand on my hip and used the other to rub my temples. Get it together, Rogers. A knock on the door startled me.

When I answered it, one of Stark's workers was holding a platter of food. "Thank you. Oh, and can you find Stark and tell him that Ann doesn't have any clothing, so she's borrowing mine. Can she have some for in the morning?" I asked, and the worker smiled, and replied, "Mr. Stark thought you might say something like that. The answer is yes, she'll have clothes in the morning sent with your wake-up call, but they're currently being bought right now. Anything else, Captain?" "No, sir. Thanks again."

I shut the door and put the platter on the little counter in the kitchen. Ann came ambling out of the bedroom in my clothes. I forgot to breathe for a couple of seconds.

The shirt hung off of her, but that was expected. The boxers actually fit her quite well, from what I could see. Her wet curly hair was disheveled. It was everything I could do to not walk to her and sweep her off of her feet.

"I hope you like burgers." I smiled, and gestured to the platter. "Thanks again, Steve." She took a plate and sat on the couch, and I plopped down next to her. We ate in silence. When we finished, she stood up and took our plates to the kitchen. It was already half past nine.

Ann yawned. "We better get to bed." She said. "And since this is your apartment, I will take the couch." She sat back down and began to stretch out. "Nonsense! We're both adults, aren't we? That bed is certainly big enough for two people." She gave me an odd look, but stood back up. "If you insist."

Three Hours Later

Ann's breathing was slow and heavy, and over the past three hours she'd migrated from the farthest possible edge of the bed to nearly the middle, where I was.

She was curled up in a ball, and she scooted forward just a little to where her head barely touched my shoulder.

I wrapped her in my arms, and she didn't even stir.

For once in over 70 years, I fell asleep truly happy.

The Morning

Third Person Point Of View

Bright light cascaded down onto the bed where the two entangled figures were sleeping. Her head was on his neck, and his arms were wrapped around her, cuddling her close.

He stirred first, his arms moving around her waist. She picked her head up and looked down on him. She then realized the position her body was in, and froze. Ann was on top of him, her legs straddling his waist, her chest on his, her head buried into his neck… His arms around her, his cheek against her head… Their foreheads were nearly touching. They weren't breathing. Ten seconds passed.

Moving suddenly, his hands were entangled in her hair and her hands moved to the side of his neck, on the bed, to support herself.

His lips brushed hers again. He couldn't help it. Using the hand that was entangled in her hair, he brought her lips down onto his and held them there. She didn't resist, and responded back eagerly. It became a frantic competition for kisses. His other hand was on her face, holding her. She slowly bit his lip, putting an end to the frenzy and opening another door. His hands began to move down her body. She adjusted her body strategically, feeling his hard pride beneath her. Steve gasped, but she took that opportunity to meet his mouth with hers and kiss him with a hot passion. Steve closed his eyes and fought to not arch his back, feeling her wonderful weight on that one part of his body. She could tell what he wanted, so, keeping his mouth entrapped, she slowly ground on him through their clothing. Steve cried out and his hands flew to her hips. Ann kissed down his neck. Steve was shaking with want, his body beginning to sweat. She did it again, and he moaned into her mouth. She did it again. And again. She got faster. Harder. Steve started to pull up the back of her shirt and run his hand along her smooth skin…

Between the kisses and the grinding and the want and the sweat Steve didn't realize that somebody had been calling his name…

Steve woke up.

"A-Ann?" He whispered. It was dark. Looking at the clock, he saw it was almost four in the morning, and Ann was still in his arms. "Are you okay, Steve? You were moaning like you are hurt." Her small voice came floating to him in the dark. "I'm fine." She sat up, and looked down on him. "Are you sure?" She almost whimpered. "Well, I don't think that you could heal this pain, Ann." "Healing takes time, Steve." She whispered softly. He could feel her breath on his lips. Even after sleeping, it was still sweet.

"Maybe I can." She whispered. "You were… moaning… my name…" She trailed off, and leaned down a little closer.

He put his hand on the side of her face, stroking her smooth skin. Her lips brushed his. He wasn't going to let her slip away this time.

He brought their lips crashing together, savoring it. She kissed him back when he broke apart, surprising him.

"Maybe you can."