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***Warning: I increased the rating as of this chapter. This one got a little away from me and I'd like to put the warning out there about the continued mental torture and suggested rape. If this isn't your thing please feel free to skip this chapter.
Devon woke in her own bed. Confusion lifted as she looked around the room until she spotted a form sharing her bed but the person was huddled under the comforter. Carefully she lifted the cover revealing blonde hair sticking up in every direction.
She smiled to herself as the prior evening slowly came back to her. It was hazy but incredible all the same.
Limbs tangled. Sweaty bodies pressed together. Moans filled the darkness.
Steve rolled a bit before he blinked sleepily.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Devon said with a peaceful calm.
"It's all right. Besides there's never a problem waking up to you."
Devon lay back with her hands behind her head. She was completely relaxed and therefore did not expect it when Steve began tickling her sides. She laughed and thrashed trying to get the upper hand. At this moment, she was happier than she had been in a very long time.
After a few breathless moments, Steve stopped his tickle torture looking her in the eyes. His face was just inches from hers. Devon tipped her head up, kissing him lightly on the nose. Steve for his part blushed. She hoped that everything would work out for them and that even years from now this incredible man would still blush at romantic displays.
Even through the blush, Steve was looking deep into her eyes. She knew that there would be a question coming but it could be about anything.
"Did you love him? Did you love Sean?"
Devon's eyes went wide, that question actually surprised her. However even without thinking, she knew the answer.
"No," Devon said simply.
Strangely, that answer made Steve frown. She had thought the truth would be the best way to deal with this, but it seems that was not the answer that he had wanted.
"I never-" she stopped herself from the lie that would make this easier. "I cared about him, but I have always been in love with you, Steve."
The super soldier smiled at that. Even when the world thought he was dead, she had loved him. She had told him the same thing before he had ever known about Sean.
"What about your issue?" Steve asked tapping her head lightly.
"I haven't had very many relationships, but when I have it's all been about sex. Sean was no different," she said truthfully, but the blunt words sounded almost callus. "I never cared about working on my issues until I met you."
Steve made a soft humming sound as he began kissing her neck and worked his way down her body. Her body arched into his every touch and it was not long before she was moaning and calling out his name. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her passionately.
Devon closed her eyes, as the pleasure was too much for her. When he nipped at her collarbone, she gasped in surprise staring at the man on top of her. What she saw though made her blood freeze. Over Steve's shoulder, she saw Sean glaring at her.
She pinched her eyes tightly and tried not to scream. Of course, that scream came anyway when she opened her eyes again and Sean had replaced Steve while he continued to thrust into her.
Devon continued to scream as tears streaked down her cheeks. Time had no meaning while in this torture.
When Sean was done with her, he injected her again and everything went blank.
Devon looked around her apartment in the Stark Tower. It looked like it had always but the feel of it was different. There was someone there, but she did not see the person right away. Slowly she turned around but still no one was there. She tried to push the feeling of being watched down but it never went completely away.
Sighing Devon walked to her room. As the door opened, she gasped seeing who was sitting on her bed. The young woman had long blond hair and brilliant green eyes that sparkled as she smiled. She was just like Devon remembered.
"Lizzy," Devon whispered realizing why this image had not seemed right. She had to be dead if she was seeing her younger sister.
"Hey sis," Elizabeth said, her smile going even bigger. "Before you ask, no you're not dead and I don't have much time to explain."
"How?" Devon could not keep the simple question from coming out. Her mind was playing tricks on her and her heart sank as she realized why her mind was doing this. Unable to escape the vision she sank down hopelessly on the bed next to her late sister. If nothing else, she might be able to indulge for a little bit of time with Elizabeth.
"Sweetie, you and I know that I am not really here, but know this, He can't see this," Elizabeth shrugged giving Devon a knowing look.
Devon's heart squeezed in her chest as she watched her sister. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that Elizabeth was right about Sean watching. That had been the difference this time, and she knew she would never see Elizabeth if this was one of his illusions.
"Dev you have to focus," Elizabeth said breaking through her thoughts. "You will be alright. I know it is hard, but it will be just a little longer. Steve's a good man and you can trust him."
Devon nodded. She had known everything that her sister had said was true. Still she needed to say something while this vision lasted.
"Liz, I'm sorry," Devon said wrapping her arms around her sister. "I should have told you everything. I always thought we had more time and that there would be a someday. I lost all my chances of that in one moment and for that I'm so very sorry."
"I know Dev," Elizabeth said hugging her back. "I love you and I understand. Now you need to go they need you."
The vision flickered and instead of being in her room with her sister, she opened her eyes and was in a dingy warehouse. Moving was near impossible as she gained consciousness. Her head swam but there were sounds that flooded over her making it hard to focus on anything in particular.
Guns rang out around her and it was almost too much to hope that the sounds meant she was being rescued. Her sister would not have given her false hope when she forced her to wake up. Then in one moment, all noise ceased. The sudden silence was a shock to her systems. Confusion settled into her mind as she tried to figure out what was happening. Her mind was not completely firing.
There was a man standing over her. He looked like Steve but she could no longer know if it was really him. Part of her wanted it to be him but this was the way each vision had began while Sean was torturing her.
Steve released her bonds quickly before lifting her up. Hot tears poured down Devon's cheeks as curled into the strong arms holding her. She closed her eyes and wondered what hell she would wake up in this time. Fear encompassed her as she slipped into the protective dark waters of the abyss.