A/N: This is set before chp 12. Pre terra-genesis. Sorry if there's so many Steve Rogers, it just happens that he fits.

It had been two gruelling weeks in the forests of Brazil. Steve didn't particularly like Brazil, but had Skye been able to come along, it might have been marginally better. He didn't like dropping out of contact from his soulmate even if he knew she was probably safe with Coulson. Towelling his hair dry from the quick shower, he dialed Skye's number, eagerly anticipating hearing from her. He could get Clint to pick her up tomorrow and they could go out on a date. Dancing maybe, Stark had found a forties dance hall down in Brooklyn.

The phone rang and rang which should have been the first indicator that something was wrong. Skye usually picked up quick so when it took Steve two calls before she answered, Steve had worked himself up by worrying about what could have been happening. "Can't talk. I'm in a raid!" she yelled. He could hear the sound of the guns firing away in the back and a loud, deafening explosion. "Shit-! Call you back-" Then the phone went dead.

Steve clutched his soulmark, trying to make a sense of Skye's emotions but there was nothing out of the ordinary except the underlying frisson of… adrenaline? A raid? Panic shot through him, his mind recalling the countless of devastation he had witnessed during the war. How had she got caught in a raid? He thumbed through the messages which left off him saying goodbye as he left for Brazil. No further messages. Skye always told him before she went on a mission, regardless if she were to leave before he got back; but this time she didn't. Apprehension curdled in his stomach, something was really wrong. Had they been attacked?

"Jarvis? Can you trace Skye's last location?" He gripped the phone tightly, barely noticing the looks that Clint and Natasha were giving him.

"Sir, Miss Skye is currently at the Shield Base."

"Shield Base..? But-" He placed his hand over his mouth, his mind trying to figure things out. There was no way he was going to leave Skye to whatever was happening down there. What if it was Hydra attacking all over again? Turning to Natasha and Clint, "How fast can we reach the Playground?"

"Fifteen minutes tops," Clint replied.

Steve nodded. "Suit up."

The hallways were eerily quiet when they entered. "Are you sure-" Natasha started but the words died on her lips when a loud explosion was heard from two rooms down. Steve skidded towards the door, wrenching the door open, shield in hand ready to throw at the enemies when he realized the large majority of the room was staring at him and they were crowded around a television.

A loud cheer came from the centre of the crowd. "Yea! I killed you!" came Skye's voice. "I won, I won~! I'm the new Destiny King!"

"Skye?" Steve called out, crossing the room through the throng agents that parted like the red sea. Skye froze at the sight of him in full Captain America gear, eyes darting behind to take in Natasha and Clint in full field gear.

Later that night, Skye was getting into bed, arms splaying on him as she snuggled up to him and laid her head on his chest, staring at him. "Thanks honey. Even if it was a false alarm." She pulled herself up, her veil of hair draped over his face as she leant forward, pressing her lips against his, a soft, sweet kiss. Steve pulled her head closer towards him, his arm banding around her waist. Her silky skin pressed against his. Tilting his face, he deepened the kiss, stealing her breath hungrily, sucking her lips before finally releasing her.

She pulled away, her flushed cheeks looked so good on her as her kiss swollen lips made his gut tighten up pleasantly.

"I love you Skye," he murmured against her lips and she rested her face on the pillow beside him, turning to look at him. He pushed the curl of hair away from her face. "But don't ever do that to me again, okay?"

Her lips twitched in response and a smile bloomed across her face, she chuckled then spluttered into an all-out laughter, palming her chest in an attempt to draw breath to halt her laughter. "Sir, yes sir!" Skye did a horrible salute and wiped the tears away, body still shaking from the laughing.

"Cheeky!" Steve flipped them over and tickled her then continued to kiss her breath away.