A/N: Thank you to all of my subscribers and reviewers! You never fail to make my day. I love you. For being good, here's another chapter. I hate cliffhangers myself and I'm an awful person for making one.

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Ann Keeney's Point Of View

I rolled out of bed and into a fighting stance, startled by the loud knocking at the door. Steve was sitting halfway up in bed, obviously roused by the knocking too. "I'll get it," I murmured.

A worker sent by Stark greeted me with three enormous bags of clothing and a hearty platter of food. "Make sure you head to the top floor in half an hour, ma'am. Mr. Fury is holding a briefing and both of you need to be in attendance." I said a quick thanks and took everything in the apartment.

Steve ambled through the kitchen, smelling the food. He picked up a plate and started eating. I halfheartedly cleared my throat. "Fury needs us up at the top floor in half an hour." He nodded in acknowledgement, his messy hair matching the half grin he had. I picked up the bags and walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth, applying deodorant and lotion and combing my hair. Looking through the bags, I realized that Tony and I had the same taste in clothing. I noticed a smaller bag in with the larger… Huh.

Oh, I'm going to kill him.

The bastard bought me… Lingerie.

And damn, it looked good. Deep purple lacey bras and matching thongs… Three pairs of red, black, and… A very familiar shade of blue. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. I pulled the bra and thong out and gave a small groan. Where the cups joined together, instead of there being a bow or buttons, a little red, white, and blue shield with a star on it was in its place. A note with very fancy writing was attached.

"Hey,

I know you're going to kill me, but I couldn't resist. Either way, I hope it doesn't go to waste. Oh, and you're welcome for your bedding arrangement.

Hugs,
Tony

P.S. Don't kill me. You know you like it too.
P.P.S. Stop staring in wonder at the lingerie and get dressed.
P.P.P.S. Yes, that just happened.
P.P.P.P.S. Yes, your reactions are this predictable."

I'm going to murder him.

Though, this was my favorite shade of blue…

I quickly put the set on, and rummaged through for a pair of black slacks. I slid them on and realized that they were my size, but a tighter fit than what I usually wear. A collared purple button-up shirt with a V that exposed some of my chest peeked out at me, and I threw it on and rolled up the sleeves to just below my elbow. I touched up my hair and applied my favorite perfume, which was also in the bag… I guess Tony either was stalking me or had women's intuition. I'll go with the intuition.

I gathered up the bags and put them in a corner of the bathroom. I'll get them when we come back.

I soundlessly opened the door, and found Steve already dressed in a pair of khaki pants with a tucked in polo shirt that was his shade of blue, and a brown belt with matching shoes. He was fixing his hair in the mirror, and walked into the bathroom when I exited.

I walked into the kitchen and wolfed down some pancakes, sausage, hashbrowns and orange juice.

He walked into the kitchen as I was finishing up, and said, "Shall we?" I nodded and walked to the door with him.

Why Tony put the apartments on the twentieth floor of a hundred and fifty floor building, I'll never know. Thankfully, the elevators were still working.

Steve looked at me as soon as the doors closed. "Look, Ann, about last night. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I cut him off softly. "Steve, shush. I'm not." A look of surprise came over his face. "Well, I, uh… In that case… I'm sorry for not asking first." A deep blush overcame his cheeks, and a ding from the elevator indicated we'd reached the fiftieth floor. "What do you mean?" I asked after a long pause. "I'm sorry for not asking if I could kiss you." He mumbled, and gave me a shy glance. "It was improper."

I laughed. The elevator chimed, signaling that it was at the hundredth floor.

Butterflies were attacking my stomach. "Steve… It's not too late to ask me."

His eyes lit up. "In that case… Ann, may I?" I smiled.

"You don't even have to ask." His hands slid onto the sides of my face, and our eyes closed as our lips brushed together again. I met his lips with a soft passion, full of love. We didn't move. His lips were soft and unyielding. My heart was in my throat.

His left hand moved from my face to my waist, and pulled me close. My hands rested on his chest.

We stayed like that, in one long, unbroken, soft kiss for what felt like forever.

And then the elevator dinged.