Chapter Twenty Six
Kay felt Steve roll to hold her in the middle of the night and she heard White Blaze out on the fire escape. The cat was nuisance at times. She felt him slip his hands around her waist and pull her close, they had spent most of evening with him exploring their disgust in modern action movies and each other. She could get used to this, nights in his arms, and the days doing domestic things like cooking, cleaning, and watching movies. She rolled over and kissed him as he slept. She could see he was having a good dream, one night he had a dream about his past but he seemed content now. She slipped out of his arms, she was thirsty.
She padded into the kitchen, she had barrowed another pair of his work out clothes and the cold air felt good against her bare feet. She reached into the cabinet to grab a glass but a hand clapped over her mouth tighter than she had ever felt before. She squirmed as her asailent grabbed her around the waist which pinned her arms just as tightly. She heard a strange male voice whisper, "quiet, I just want to talk..."
Suddenly she was free and she saw her asailent. He was a tall man dressed in dark clothing, his hair was a mess and his eyes reminded her of Kale in so man ways. It was strange, because even though he was a fit man, there was something wrong with his posture. It was like he shouldn't have been his arm but he still had one. She whispered, "you know its a bad idea to break in here."
"Don't worry, Cap won't wake up."
She realized the man's sleep wasn't natural just then and she slowly stepped around the man, "who are you?"
"You must promise not to tell him I was here."
"Who are you," she repeated. "Tell me why you're here and perhaps we'll bargain."
He smirked darkly, "you are in no position to bargain, Little Miss."
"Never am, but doesn't mean I can't try."
"You're as feisty as she was."
Kay narrowed her eyes and repeated, "who...are...you?"
"People around these parts call me Winter Soldier."
She had stories of him but she still didn't know why he was there.
He smiled, "I just wanted to see the girl without any birth record."
She knew she wasn't a real Stark.
"Who are you," he asked.
She said, "Kayura."
"Just Kayura then?"
She nodded.
"You're like him then?"
She didn't move or anything.
"I take that as a 'yes'."
She asked, "what do you want?"
"I want you to take care of him."
She realized the opposing shadow of a man actually cared about her blonde god, "you're..."
He shook his head, "no..."
She realized he was keeping his identity secret for reason, "I'll do my best...but he misses you."
The man said, "you're clever."
"I try," she paused, "I'm surprised we never ran into each other before."
"I try to keep out of your sort of trouble. The things you mess with are not particularly suitable for my skill set."
She smiled, she liked him, "from what I hear, you're more trouble than I am."
"You'll find that it isn't Fisk."
"Who then?"
"I don't know but you still might have to talk to him nicely."
"That's all I do is nicely."
He noticed the ring on her hand, "red is your color."
She looked down at it and then looked up and he was gone. She hated ghosts. She grabbed her water and started back to bed. She drank down the cool water and snuggled in next to Steve. He shifted in the small bed to let her fit back in. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart to lull her back into a comfortable sleep.