So, I was gonna post this last night, but I fell asleep. But's a little shorter than the others, but it's really just a filler, packed full of dialogue.

Tiphanie: Yeah, they kissed. But it won't be the last time! Anna is opening up, slightly, but you know me. Not everything's going to be sunshine and rainbows. And you know what I'll say to your questions...You will see. You will see.

inperfection: Aww! I had to change my position writing that. But I'm glad you liked it!

TalkNerdyToMe91: It's my sixth sense. I just know when people are having bad days, and update for them! And you won't have to bet your boob to find that out...

Enjoy!

Sam woke up with the sun in his eyes. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but the weight against his chest reminded him. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sun rising over the city. He was a little stiff from sleeping in a weird angle, but he didn't dare move. The leg that was bent, pushed against the back of the couch was starting to tingle, the leg that was bent off the edge of the couch was stiff, but he didn't want to risk Anna waking, knowing her sleeping patterns. He looked down, watching her sleeping peacefully against his chest, one hand under her cheek, the other tucked against her chest. She looked so sweet...so innocent there. He would love to wake up every morning like this. In his bed, Anna wrapped around him, sleeping peacefully. To be able to feel her soft curves, her silky skin. He closed his eyes, praying he didn't pop a boner while she was practically laying on it. They'd made so much progress, he didn't need that kind of setback.

Anna shifted slightly, nuzzling his chest gently before she settled with a sigh. Sam relaxed, letting his hand rub her arm softly. Suddenly her stomach growled, making her groan lightly. He laughed a little, the sound vibrating in her ear.

"We should get you fed." He said softly, squeezing her arm lightly. She groaned again, burying her face in his chest. "You need to eat, baby girl." She groaned louder, and he chuckled.

She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her hair slightly messy. Sam sat up as well, his back breathing a sigh of relief. Sam ran his fingers through Anna's hair, getting the tangles out. Anna leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He cupped the back of her head, holding her as he nipped at her lower lip. A smile crossed her face for a moment, making him smile as well. They were finally making progress.

Sam made sure Anna ate, and got ready for the day, before they went their separate ways, Sam to his office, and Anna to Tony's lab. Anna entered slowly, finding Tony tinkering away at her gloves. They'd updated them further than she would have ever hoped, but yet there was always something to fix to Tony.

"Hi." She said, standing a ways away from the mechanic.

He turned, eyeing Anna. "Hey, kiddo."

"I'm sorry. I know I should have told you-"

"No, it's okay." He said, standing and walking towards her. "I shouldn't have gotten so mad. It just took me by surprise is all." He pulled her into a hug. "I'm not mad at you. I mean, yeah, it would have been great to know ahead of time, but no one got seriously injured, nothing blew up. You're okay."

Anna was panicking slightly. Sam was the only person who had touched her like that since she entered the tower. It was weird to her. She didn't know what to do. She felt almost scared.

"So he hugged you?"

"Yeah. I...I don't…"

"It's okay." Sam reached over, taking her hand in his.

"I don't understand the way everyone acts towards me."

"How do they act?"

"So...so...nice. I don't...I've never…"

He squeezed her hand. "It's okay. It's a hard thing to process if you've never been treated with kindness."

"Not for a long time." She said quietly, but Sam heard her.

"What was your family like?" He asked, trying to pry a little bit. She knew everything about him, but he didn't know much about her.

"What I remember, they were kind. Loving. My dad...wasn't around a lot...but my 'Ma…" She shook her head, feeling the emotions well up, trying desperately to shove them down. "...the greatest woman I've ev'r met. Kindest, most lovin' mother out there."

"What happened to her?"

"HYDRA…" She stopped, biting back the tears.

Sam squeezed her hand, seeing the emotions build in her, but she refused to let them show. And he hated it. He didn't even know the tortures that had been inflicted upon her by HYDRA, and he still hated it. He wanted to make things better. He wanted her to smile all the time, to be happy. Comfortable. But he knew he couldn't. He couldn't end her pain, he could only lessen it. He couldn't take away the nightmares, he could only offer comfort. But no matter how many times he told himself that, he knew he'd try to fix her as much as possible. He'd die trying.

"When I tell you to go to your special place, where do you go?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

She was silent for a moment, gazing out over the city before she started to speak. "We lived on a farm. There was a lake not far beyond our property line. You could see it from the second floor of our house. My 'Ma used ta take us down there. Pack a picnic, let us stomp 'round in the water. She could name all the birds that were singin'. The way the sun would shine on the water on a clear day...you've nev'r seen anythin' like it. It was a dream." She shook her head. "That's what I think about. Bein' out there again, with my 'Ma. If my 'Pa was home, he'd come too."

"Your father wasn't around much?"

"Nah." She shook her head. "He worked for the government. He was gone a whole lot." She leaned her chin on her arm, where it was laying over her knees. "I wish I coulda seen 'im more. But I know he nev'r stopped lookin' for me." Sam squeezed her hand again, running his thumb in soft circles over the back of her hand. She turned slightly to look at him. "A few years ago, there was a while where you didn't write. After ya joined the Air Force. What happened?"

Sam looked down at his feet. He knew he'd tell her eventually, but he didn't expect her to ask. "I lost my best friend. He was my co-pilot. Got hit by an RPG during a flight, and he died." Anna squeezed his hand. "It got hard to be in the service, so I got out. Got help for my PTSD, and then started helping others. You know the rest of the story."

"I'm sorry...that you had to go through that." She said, looking up at him. "No one should have to, but yet we can't avoid it." She looked back out at the city, falling silent.

Sam slid over next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, before pulling her into his side, holding her. She didn't resist him, or hurt him, just relaxed, letting him hold her for a while. Things were getting easy. Too easy. Easy was dangerous. Easy caused stupid mistakes. Anna bit her lip, shifting slightly in Sam's arms, but she didn't pull away. She didn't want to. And that was dangerous too.