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Laura Stark lay sleeping inside her bunk at the playground. Her pale hand lay across her swollen stomach and her brown hair was spread across the pillows, getting messier with every sleepy turn of her head.

The window to her left slid open- silent as the night- and a blonde man slipped in and landed on the wooden floor. His landing was louder than he anticipated, and her eyes snapped awake. In one swift movement, her hand slipped under her pillow and snatched her pistol and in less than a heartbeat, it was aimed at the dark stranger.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as Laura acknowledged the man throwing his hands up in what seemed like mock surrender.

"Oh for gods sake" she spoke, lowering her pistol as soon as she realised it- the messy blonde hair, the less-than-human athletic build? Steve.

"Good to see you too." He said back, a trace of a laugh in his voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?! You're a wanted fugitive and if anyone on this base catches you-"

"But they won't" Steve cut across her, raising an eyebrow.

They stayed silent for a second, staring at each other, then Steve crossed the room in three fluid steps and enveloping his wife into a hug.

"I've missed you so much." He whispered into her hair, releasing her and letting his hand slide downwards towards her stomach.

"So have I. It's nightmarish here without you, and I have to deal with dad's constant lectures about your actions. Coulson helps a bit, but what doesn't help is the fact that the man who shot me is in the basement. Sometimes I really need you around." She explained in a whisper, lowering herself back onto her bed, Steve sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry I'm not around darling. If I could, I would end the war right now." he whispered, resting his head in the crook of her neck.

"I know." She said.

"I forget, how much longer do we have until our little soldier is here?" he asked, his eyes resting on her stomach once more.

"'bout two months." Laura answered.

"I don't think I'll see you until then." Muttered Steve, his voice wavering as he tried to hold back tears at the concept of having to leave her again.

"I didn't think so… but if you miss the birth, I'll never forgive you." Laura warned, her threat as deadly serious as the entire war was.

"You'll have to stop your dad from ripping me apart when it happens then…" he muttered. It was supposed to be a joke, but Laura raised both eyebrows.

"I'll try my best."

"But until then… we have about an hour before Sam assumes I've been captured and sneaks in after me…" Steve said, raising his head from her shoulder and bringing his hand up to stroke her soft cheek.

Laura smiled and reached for his cheek, leaning in and giving him a small kiss. Steve responded with more enthusiasm than he had ever before, running both of his hands through her hair and deepening the kiss.

Steve broke away suddenly, and grabbed his vibrating phone from the depths of his pocket.

"Sam?" he asked curtly, reaching over and lacing his hand with Laura's.

"You've been a long time. Everything okay?" Sam asked from down the phone.

"Fine. Everything's absolutely fine. I've only been gone ten minutes! But you know what? I won't be back tonight. Can you follow that lead we got on Bucky instead?"

"Fine. But if you're not back at base by eight o'clock on the dot, I will come and find you." Sam responded, before the phone went dead.

Steve locked his phone, then threw it to the other side of Laura's bed.

"Now… where were we?" he asked, leaning in towards Laura once again.

At six am, Kim awoke to her phone alarm ringing in her ear. She groaned and slowly reached over to where her phone lay, missing by a long shot and knocking it off her bedside table. She groaned and raised her head from her pillow, her eyes adjusting to the beams of light streaming in from her windows by her bed.

Her phone lay a few inches from where her hand had dropped, and she grabbed it, sat up, and turned off the alarm.

She showered quickly and threw on a pair of black leggings and a S.H.I.E.L.D issue jogging top. As she slipped her blue trainers on, she got a message from Coulson asking for her to wake up Laura; there was a few things he needed to go through with her.

Kim jogged over, passing Skye and Fitz on the way, waving in a hello as she passed.

When she reached Laura's room on the other side of the base, she knocked softly, and heard no reply. After a few seconds she knocked again, louder this time.

Kim rolled her eyes. Laura valued her lie-ins very much, and she was probably just ignoring her. She let herself in, and turned the corner into Laura's room to find Laura fast asleep… with Steve lying next to her.

Laura stirred slightly, and Kim backed out of the room faster than even Pietro ever could, and shut the door, her eyes wide and conflicting feelings running through her head… tell Coulson or tell Tony?

Telling Tony was the easy option. Tell him, and the war would be open in a split second. They both looked dead to the world… he could get here with no fuss, and end the war before something bad happened…

But to tell Coulson would get Laura into so much trouble. Steve as well. But wouldn't they both see it as a betrayal if she told anyone? Alerted even Fitz to their presence… no.

She walked back in and cleared her throat loudly, waking Laura up instantly. Her eyes widened at the sight of her fellow Brit stood at the end of her bed. She shook Steve awake, whose eyes also widened, and he looked apprehensively back and forth between the two women.

"Well this is awkward." Said Laura, biting her lip.

"What are we going to do about this then?" Asked Kim, folding her arms.

"Kim don't say anything. Please." Said Steve, sitting bolt upright and looking dangerously at her, as if to add on 'or so help me'

Kim took a deep breath. "I'm gonna go now… and I'm gonna tell Coulson that you just woke up, Laura… so you'll be in his office where he wants to see you in twenty minutes… if you're not there, he'll ask why, and I'll tell him. But if you're early or on time, then what he doesn't know won't help him… understood?" She warned, backing away slowly, never breaking eye contact with Laura.

They both nodded slowly, and Kim sped out of Laura's room, leaving the two in peace.

She stood against Laura's door for a solid minute, getting her beating heart under control, her brain gyrating, trying to make sense of what just happened.

So Steve broke into the base last night… to see Laura… and they obviously slept together, then they fell asleep… and he's still here. Why didn't she call Coulson?

"You okay?" asked a voice, interrupting her stream of thoughts.

Fitz.

Shit.

"Y-yeah… fine. Why?" she said, feigning confidence.

"You've gone all pale, and you're frozen outside Laura's room… I'm not an idiot." Said Fitz, stating the obvious.

Kim didn't say anything, and took a few steps away, struggling for words, as Fitz looked at her, brows creased as if to say 'well?!'

"I… should go and see Coulson. He wanted me to get Laura, but she- she's just got out of bed so… see you later." Kim spilled out, before turning on her heel and jogging away, leaving Fitz looking incredibly confused in the middle of the corridor.

"She won't tell a soul. I'll make sure." Laura said, watching her husband pulling on his shirt. She had slipped on a black dress and flats as soon as Kim left.

"How?" asked Steve, picking his phone up from Laura's bedside table and checking the time.

6:15.

"I'll have a word with her. We get on well… probably because of our shared love of making fun of your stupid accent." She teased, smirking as Steve approached her, smiling as well.

"I'm not the one with the weird accent, Queen Elizabeth." He said, pulling her into a hug.

"Is that so, Mr. Yankeedoodle?" Laura retaliated, hugging him back.

"Well that's hurtful." Steve said, releasing her and making his way towards the window.

"You know you love me." She teased, releasing him, pecking his lips, and turning away. "See you soon." She muttered, as she heard the window slip open and Steve launch himself onto the roof of the next building.