A/N. Hiya! So the trailer script is posted on my profile, please go check it out! This chapter is just fluff but it brings up some stuff that will come up later in the story. Hope you guys liked the wedding :D Without further ado, enjoy the second chapter! :D

Disclaimer - I don't own the Avengers. MARVEl/Disney does.

CHAPTER II

Tania hummed Michael Bublé songs to herself as she made her way down the levels of the Tower via the elevator. She held a basket of her dirty laundry against her left hip as she waited. Normally she wouldn't be humming to herself the morning after a party where she drank alcohol, but she only had a few sips of Steve's drink so she didn't have a hangover, which was nice. It was Tuesday, but Tony and Pepper had generously given her a Christmas vacation not unlike the holiday break high school students received.

So she slept in. It was currently ten o'clock in the morning when the doors opened and she entered the laundry room. This floor of the Tower was made specifically for chores and the like. There was a laundry room, a storage room, a furnace room, a pantry, a shed of sorts to house outdoor gardening tools, and a few more.

Tania opted for the laundry room that had a full wall of washing machines occupying the space with another row of dryers on top, making a total of ten washers and ten dryers. The wall adjacent to that one had a shelf running its length for folding and an iron on each side. Beneath the shelf, there were ten empty baskets.

The brunette walked toward the first washing machine only to see that it was in use. It was shaking rather violently and causing all of the other machines to shake as well, even if they weren't on. She moved on to the next one and dumped her coloured tops into it. She poured in the detergent and turned it on. It started whirring.

She reached up top to the dryer she knew held her denim clothes and removed them, placing them in her now empty basket. She transported them to the shelf and began to fold them. She continued to hum and daydream as she did so, not noticing violent quaking of the first machine she'd seen or the vibrations in the floor until she paused to change songs. She froze.

She turned to look at the first washer and so that it was practically rocking back and forth. "Jarvis?" she called.

"Yes Miss Banks?"

"Who did the laundry this morning?"

"Mr. Stark did."

"Oh dear."

Up in the lounge, which was only about a floor or two higher than the "chore floor" as Tony had called it, Steve and the others sat around doing their own things. Steve was reading the Lord of the Rings. Natasha was also reading, though her book didn't have a cover and she refused to tell anyone what it was. Clint sat next to her, channel surfing on the couch. Bruce and Tony were sitting at the bar counter and discussing something intelligent along with Betty and Jane while Thor was rummaging around in the fridge for food. Pepper was on one of the lower floors supervising one of the departments of SI for the morning.

All of a sudden, a small explosion rocked the entire floor and everyone noticed. "What was that?" Clint asked, turning his attention away from the TV.

"One of the washing machines exploded, Agent Barton," JARVIS explained.

"Was there anyone in proximity to it?" Steve asked, always thinking about the safety of others.

"Miss Banks was within several meters of the machine," he confirmed, but Steve had already thrown himself over the arm chair he was sitting and rushing for the elevator. The others were close behind him but some opted to take the stairs as they wouldn't all fit.

When the doors to the elevator opened, a massive amount of water rushed in up to his ankles and bubbles pushed their way into Steve, Tony, Clint, and Natasha's faces. The Captain waved them all away annoyingly before stepping forward. Already, his PJ pants were soaked at the hems and his socks clung to his feet uncomfortably.

"Tania?" he called. Obviously it wasn't a real explosion which had him relaxed slightly. Surely the only bad thing was that water was everywhere and bubbles were falling from the ceiling.

A beat after her name was echoed, the woman herself popped up from a particularly large pile of bubbles with a gasp. She was apparently sitting on the ground and was absolutely drenched with bubbles on her head and torso as well as her arms. "Here," she stated before hiccupping. Bubbles came out.

Steve waded through the water that was slowly draining into the other rooms towards her and grabbed her elbow, helping her to her feet. "Are you okay?"

In response, she hiccupped again. Yuck. Soap tasted nasty.

"Tony!" Steve said menacingly as he turned to face the philanthropist still in the elevator.

He threw up his hands. "Why are you looking at me? It could have been Shakespeare over there!" He pointed to where Thor, Bruce, Betty, and Jane entered from the stairwell with shock written all over their faces.

"But it was you, Mr. Stark."

"Shut it Jarvis!"

"Tony…" Steve warned.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's think this through now…" he backed into the elevator and pressed the button to bring them up. "Ha!" The doors closed before they could see anything else.

Tania hiccupped again and watched as a large bubble appeared in front of her face and steadily rose toward the ceiling. She started laughing. It kind of hurt from the soap down her throat but it was just too funny not to laugh at. She splashed Steve (who was closest) with the soapy water and he spluttered before looking at her in disbelief. She turned to run but ended up slipping. She started to fall backwards and grabbed at his arm to prevent it but somehow ended up dragging him down with her.

There was a loud SPLASH as they both crashed into the water. When the resurfaced from the bubbles, they both had new beards and hats made of the soapy substance. Steve immediately wiped them from his face and hair but smiled. Just then he smirked.

It was a look that Tania had never seen on his face, but rather on Tony's more often than not. A smirk usually meant mischief, naughtiness, or smugness. To have Captain America feel any of the three was unusual for sure.

While she was caught in this line of thinking, Steve threw an entire pile of bubbles in her face. She squealed and raised her arms to shield herself. It didn't do much good. She splashed him back, not noticing the quartet of witnesses slowly backing into the stairwell from which they came.

They had a little mini splash war before the bubbles started to disappear. They tried to kiss at one point but since they both now had soap down their throats it burned (in a bad way) to do so. However they both laughed and settled for hugs and kisses on the cheek and what not as they played around like children.

Eventually, they sobered up enough to have an actual conversation. "So… I guess my laundry is now ruined," Tania stated.

"Did you do this?"

"Oh no. It Tony's fault. Probably a ploy by Pepper to get him to do chores that went horribly wrong. But still, from his machine that exploded, all of the other ones did too and that's why there's so much water. All of them leaked, including the one that was washing my clothes. And the jeans I just took out of the dyer are now sopping wet yet again." She sighed.

"Guess we'll just have to go back to hand washing them. Oh the horror," he said sarcastically. She lightly slapped his arm.

"Easy for you to say."

"Yes, yes it is."

She rolled her eyes. "We should probably get out of here. It hurts to talk and I need a drink."

"Me too. But who's going to clean this up?"

She sent him a meaningful look. "Who do you think? Tony is going to clean this up whether he likes it or not."

"How do you suggest we do that?"

"Pepper, of course."

"Of course."

They stepped into the elevator and hit the button for their floor. As they waited, Tania felt the need to start up another conversation.

"So… our six month anniversary is coming up."

"I know."

"It's on the- Wait, you know?" she turned to stare at him disbelievingly.

He shrugged. "Of course I do. We got together on the twenty-sixth of July. Officially."

Her eyes were a little wider than normal. "Wow, no guy I have ever met or dated has ever remembered anniversaries before. You truly are one of a kind Steve Rogers."

"Thank you, so are you."

She smiled brightly. "So… are we… going to do anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"For our anniversary. You know, like going out to dinner or getting each other gifts or celebrating in general."

"If you want to. I didn't know people celebrated being together for six months. Is it every six months?"

"No, just the first half a year. Then it's every year on the date you got together. That's why I asked if you wanted to celebrate it. If you don't it's fine with me."

"No, let's do it. So does that usually just entail an extra special date and some gifts?"

"Basically. But it's just one gift."

"Interesting."

The doors opened and they entered their floor. "So there's twenty-five days and counting."

"Yup. Just over three weeks to plan."

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"Not really. I mean, the guy usually pays and goes all out for his girlfriend but I want to go all out for you too. So how about I take you out during the day and you take me out during the evening. Then we'll exchange gifts at night."

"Sounds good."

They walked into their room and immediately started searching for clothes. Ever since Tania had moved into his room, she had moved the majority of her furniture there so that she had her own dresser and wardrobe as well as a nightstand and other various things. She left her bed to Graham, who didn't have one seeing as he used to live in a school dorm.

She rummaged through her drawers for a new outfit and started changing. In the months that passed, she and Steve had gotten more and more comfortable around her, clothes or no. They changed in the same room (though Steve insisted that they look away when doing so… baby steps) and walked around in only towels sometimes. It was a whole new level to their relationship that the both of them enjoyed very much.

Once she had toweled off and pulled on her dark jeans and violet long-sleeve shirt, she tied her hair in a ponytail and turned around to face Steve, who had also tugged on jeans but wore a black T-shirt.

In more recent times, she had gotten Steve to slowly adapt to the fashion trends of modern day times. She eventually convinced him to try on jeans when they went shopping once. Despite his initial denial to try it, seeing as everyone he saw with jeans on wore the skinny type ones, he found that he liked them enough to keep ONE pair. Hey, it was progress.

She also got him to wear less flannel but he did tend to wear more plaid shirts than anything else. That was fine. She just made sure they were unbuttoned to reveal a black or white shirt underneath. It was a more modern style that way. He'd flat out refused converse and any shoes of the like but had settled for loafers and running shoes when need be.

"So… what do you want for our anniversary?" he asked as he started buttoning his plaid shirt over the black T-shirt. Tania walked over to him and shooed his hands away and started unbuttoning them for him.

"Surprise me. You did a fantastic job at Christmas that I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job this time."

"Isn't your birthday coming up too?"

"Maybe." She kissed his nose before turning to her vanity and sat down to apply her makeup and tie her pocket watch around her neck.

He walked up behind her and leaned over her chair so that they were both framed in the mirror. "You are so beautiful," he murmured and kissed her hair.

She blushed and looked down. "Thanks." Her tone of voice suggested that he didn't fully believe him. He gently tilted her head to look up at the mirror without taking his own gaze from it.

"It's true. What could make you think otherwise?"

"The fact that my ex-boyfriend wasn't attracted to me." It was out before she could stop it. She blushed even harder.

Steve frowned. "Darren? The guy from the beach?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he told me I 'didn't get his engine running'." She rolled her eyes as she remembered him. Why she had ever dated him was still a mystery to her.

"If that means what I think it means, then he was an ass."

"Agreed."

"But Tania, you are the most beautiful woman in my eyes. I love everything about you. Everything."

"Thanks Steve. That means a lot. And for the record, you are most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. I know I'm not the only one who thinks so and I consider myself extremely lucky that you're mine."

He pressed his lips against her temple softly. "I love you."

She turned and brought his face to hers, kissing him gently. "And I love you."