Chapter Four
Kayura woke in the middle of the night when Steve scooped her up to lay her in his bed. She yawned and quietly whispered as she watched him start to leave the room, "don't go."
He stopped, "I shouldn't stay."
She felt her heart race, "Steve?"
"Look, its okay, I'll sleep on the couch," he smiled at her.
She felt her face flush as she said, "please."
He looked at her in the pale moonlight, she was so beautiful with he dark hair and pale skin. He came over and tucked her in and then laid next to her. He felt Kayura pull herself close and laid her head on top of his chest. She closed her eyes and listen to his heart beat in his strong chest. She could feel wrap his arms around her and his hot breath against the skin of her neck. She curled closer and sleep tugged on her eye lids. Steve kissed her forehead and felt his eyelids grow heavy.
Steve woke early in the morning and noticed Kayura gone from his arms. There was a note on his night stand that read, 'going shopping, I'll see you at the party this afternoon! Love, Kay.'
He sat up and rubbed his neck there was a large knock on his door and he groaned, only one person knocked like that. He slid out of bed and opened the door to the red head, "good morning, Nat."
She shoved her way in, she was carrying what looked like a dry cleaning bag and she hug it on the back of the chair. "I hear you're going to lame birthday party at that mansion," she said.
"Did Clint tell you that?"
"Yes, and you know who you should take? Sharon..."
Steve closed the door and said, "Nat..."
"She's not busy you know," she continued on as he went to the fridge to grab a glass of milk.
"Nat," he tried again but she wasn't listening.
"I mean you never know when Kay is coming back, she's totally pulling a you."
"Nat," he said firmly going to her as she fiddled with the shirts. "I am not going with Sharon."
She looked at him, obviously not knowing that Kayura was back, "Steve, you can't wait for her. She lived there for a thousand years, who's to say she won't be there another thousand..."
Steve said, "she came back yesterday."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "what?"
"Yeah, she went out shopping so she can have some nice clothes for the party."
"Ugh, why do I even try," she complained. "Look, you've known her for all but a week."
He laughed, "compared to someone I don't know, but you know that's valid in your eyes?"
She pursed her lips, "fine but at least wear one of the shirts I got you, so you don't look like an old man."
"Tony is going too," he said.
Natasha frowned, "don't make a scene. I know you and him haven't been on the best of terms lately but this is a kids party."
"Why're you telling me this?"
"Because unlike him, I can trust you to not start something if I tell you not to," she said. "At least most of the time."
"I will do my best."
She looked at him suspiciously, "you didn't tell me what happened in Africa."
"Nothing," he said finishing his glass of milk. "Why do you assume that something happened?"
"You proposed to her," she insisted.
"Nothing happened," he insisted as she starred him down.
"Fine, don't' tell me about your romantic encounter," she complained. "But why propose? I mean you hardly know her! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who they lovingly call 'Ogre'?"
"You know better than to judge someone by their past," he said.
She crossed her arms and then sighed, "I knew you were smitten the moment I saw you drawing her."
His cheeks flushed, "what do you mean by that?"
"I admit she's deadly, she's elegant, and hot as hell but a week?"
"I missed out once," he said finally. "And Sharon is a nice woman and a skilled agent, but that's too close to trying to recreate Peggy? Don't' you think that's creepy? Kayura...she's different than that. She's elegant in ways that I haven't seen in any modern woman, has poise, and all the fire to back up the dangerous side of her."
"You're certain then."
"Yes, I am."
She smiled ear to ear and said in her most authoritative voice, "then Captain we have a mission to accomplish today."