So sorry about the wait! I had a really bad day yesterday, and then really didn't feel like writing today, but I got it done anyways. I had a part of it written Thursday...I think...and pretty much just whipped this out of my ass a few minutes ago. So...it's a cliffhanger, but I promise it's a good one.

BookGeek98: Me too, honey. Me too.

DarylDixon'sLover: Yeah, that was kind of the idea. They can be steamy, but sweet at the same time. But...as far as kids go...well...you never know...

chibichibi98: Thanks hon! And James definitely wouldn't let her go without knowing a little self-defense.

Tiphanie: Yeah...maybe just a little crazy. JK, I love you! I wanted it to be a little hilarious. And lets face it, that would probably be the only way to beat him. Using sex. I'd hop on that train any day. Maybe I'm crazy too...

TalkNerdyToMe91: Self defense does make a big difference! And I can tell you, you get a break from cold showers for a chapter. I can't make any promises about the next one though.

twifan1987: I wouldn't say no in that position. If I were that close to Bucky...the things I would do to him...

NadzKers12: Ooh good chills! Strap yourself in because there's gonna be a lot of those coming! And I think it's a good thing that you're addicted...I mean, at least to me it is...

Hails: Bucky will always risk himself to keep her safe before making her defend herself. But at least this way, he knows she can protect herself if he can't come to her rescue.

Crystal-Wolf-Guardian-967: Thanks hon! Glad you're enjoying the story!

Guest: That's an interesting idea...but I'm not sure how I would incorporate it in the story.

RosiePosie15: They deserve it! And yes, I do plan to get to Civil War eventually. Probably in a couple chapters.

Scarlett: I used to live outside Tulsa, so I had to put those in there! And you must not have seen Civil War yet...You'll understand Romania when you see it. And I've seen your reviews on Iron Skye as well. And at this point I don't plan on crossing this one with Iron Skye. It would be interesting to see what would happen if Olivia and Bucky met Skye and Steve. Maybe I'll do a short fic crossing the two over eventually...that's actually a pretty good idea...And don't worry, you won't be the first to read them multiple times.

Chiharu-angel: Thanks, hon! Glad you liked it!

booknerds-unite-1205: Aww, I'm glad you have a favorite chapter (or two)! Yeah, I screamed a little too when I wrote that! And they will get their happy ending...eventually. Well...I'm glad you enjoyed them! Though...some parts were meant to be funny, so I'm glad you got a laugh from them!

Enjoy!

James and I were walking, hand in hand down the street. I'd talked him into going to the market with me, wanting to get out of the apartment for a while. We hardly left the bed when we were there, and I knew a break would do us well.

Until I saw the headline of a newspaper. It was about the Avengers, and something that happened in Sokovia. I stopped, grabbing one of the papers to glance through the story. James wrapped his arms around my waist, scanning the area around us before resting his head on my shoulder, reading the story as well. I couldn't read the whole thing, my Romanian not quite that good yet. But I could pick out what happened. A robot Tony Stark helped create killed a bunch of people in Sokovia when he made part of the city fly. The Avengers had stopped it, but a lot of people had died in the process.

James pried the paper from my hands, folding it before putting it back. He kept his arm around my waist, his grip on my hip tight as he steered me back towards the apartment. I could feel the nervous tension running through him as we walked. Well, he walked. I was being dragged.

He practically broke down the door to the apartment, stumbling through, his hands fisted in his hair.

"James?" I asked quietly as he bent over the table, breathing hard. "James? Are you-"

"Don't come near me." He said, his tone harsh. "I don't want to hurt you."

I rolled my eyes. In sight, I really probably should have listened to him, but I wasn't thinking like that in that moment. "You're not going to hurt me." I said, reaching out to touch his trembling shoulder.

He spun, catching my wrist in his metal hand. I whimpered as I felt the bones in my wrist grind together, but I tried not to let the pain show.

"James, it's okay. You're safe."

"I'll never be safe." He growled, yanking me closer to his face.

"Yes, you will. We will. We have been for a year now. What makes you think that will change?"

"They'll find us eventually. We'll have to run..." He trailed off, wincing slightly.

"James..."

I suddenly hit the floor, stars erupting in my vision and my breath leaving me. He was on me in an instant, his knee digging into my stomach. I coughed for breath as he wrapped his hand around my neck. I saw an opening, thinking back to his training.

"Sorry." I gasped before throwing a fist directly between his legs.

He groaned, rolling off me. I coughed, gasping for air. He rolled on his back, and I moved over him, kneeling on his arms to keep them pinned. Well...one of them pinned.

"James." I said, gripping his shoulders. "James, it's okay. It's Olivia."

He groaned, his eyes fluttering before he shook his head, looking up at me. "Olivia?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, leaning my head down on his chest as I released his arms. "Thank god." I sighed.

"What happened. I didn't...I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No." I said, sitting up on his stomach. "Not really. But I should probably get you some ice."

"Why would I need ice?" He asked, trying to get up, but stopped, a groan leaving him.

"I kinda punched you in the family jewels to stop you from choking me."

"Nice job." He said, rolling on his side.

"You're in crippling pain from a cheap shot, and you're telling me 'nice job?'"

"Yeah. You defended yourself. Who cares if it was a cheap shot?" He said, taking the bag of ice I handed him.

"You really mean that?" I asked, sitting down on the floor by him.

"Yeah. You're a woman. Don't ever be ashamed about a cheap shot. Sometimes, it's your only option."

"Good to know." I said, brushing his hair from his face. It was silent between us for a second. "You wanna talk about it?"

He rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling, still holding the ice to his crotch. "I used to be so protective of Steve. I usually had to save him from being beaten to a pulp in an alleyway. He could have been seriously hurt, or died in that fight in Sokovia. Seeing that...just kind of set me off for a moment."

"Wow..." Was all I could say.

"I mean, he's strong now. I've seen him fight...I've fought him. I know he can handle himself. But I still get worried."

"He was your best friend. I get it. You're still feel protective over him, even though you don't really know why." I said, rubbing the back of my head.

"Are you okay?" He asked when I winced.

"Yeah, I just...hit my head when you threw me on the ground. Nothing more than a bump."

He grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down so he could inspect the back of my head. I felt something cold and melty touch my head and realized he'd put the ice on the back of my head. I sat up, his metal hand holding the bag of ice in place as I moved.

"You need it more than I do." He said when I went to protest. "I can't feel anything anyways."

"You might have given me another concussion." I said, squinting at his face.

"Aww, maybe I need to kiss it better." He said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, working his way down to my lips.

I giggled, scrunching my nose as he pressed a sloppy kiss on it. He cradled my face with his hand as he pressed his lips to mine.

"I'm sorry." He breathed, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.

"It's okay. Accidents happen. You're teaching me to defend myself. That's the most important thing."

He leaned his forehead against mine. "I just hoped you wouldn't have to use it. Especially against me."

"But I found a way out, and didn't get hurt..." He gave me a look. "Too badly. I've had worse." I shrugged, but regretted it when I saw the look on his face.

I leaned forward again, pressing a kiss to his lips. His thumb ran over my cheekbone as he cradled me close. I could tell he was still in pain, but he ignored it, taking care of me instead. I had never been more sure I was in love with someone, than I was in that moment.

We ended up curled up on the couch, sharing sweet kisses. James continued to check and make sure I wasn't concussed, wanting to be sure I was safe to sleep tonight. I knew he'd stay up with me if I wasn't, even though he was exhausted. Or at least he looked that way.

"James?" I asked, shifting slightly so I was facing him as much as I could. My legs were still thrown across his lap, his hands resting on my jean clad thigh. "Can...can I confess something...to you?"

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel a nervous sweat start to build up. I could see the tension within him, and I knew he was thinking the worst. I was secretly HYDRA, they knew where we were and were standing outside the door. Or maybe something worse than that.

"I..." I looked down at my hands, fiddling nervously. "I..." I looked back up at him, staring deeply into those beautiful grey-blue eyes. "I love you, James."