After finalizing the plan, Steve went back to the med bay. He stayed there for hours, waiting for Eva to wake. When she did, she looked almost confused. However, Steve just smiled, not wanting her to see his worry.

"Look who woke up," he teased. "Do you feel any better?"

Eva sat up and looked around as she answered, "Yeah, but-"

"But what, sweetheart?" He became wary now.

She looked at him, uncertainty on her face plain as day. "I could have sworn someone else visited me. A woman."

This made Steve upset, knowing only one woman would visit Eva while she slept. "Are you kidding me?"

This caught Eva's attention, causing her to become worried as well. "What? What's wrong?"

Steve realized his screw-up. He hadn't wanted to upset Eva, but if Nat had entered her room while she slept, Eva would feel unsafe within the compound. He shook his head, trying to clear the worry from his mind, but Eva took it as him not wanting to answer her. She put on her best puppy dog eyes. The super soldier knew he needed to be strong, but his resolve was quickly fading.

"Oh, come on, Evelyn!" he groaned, though he loved the look on her.

Eva put on her best sultry voice as she commanded, "Then talk, pumpkin."

She ran her hand up Steve's forearm. He bit his finger to hide the moan the soft touch elicited from him. She gave off an innocent smile.

"Someone's excited," she said coyly.

He cleared his throat before replying, "Well, it's been a while since Madam has come out to play."

Eva gave him a hooded look. She knew Steve loved giving her orders and being called Captain. And on a normal day, she would be his good girl or his brat whenever she wanted. But when he really didn't want to tell her something or he was being too stubborn, she would bring out Madam and she would be in charge. Every now and then, she would be Madam to give him a break from always being in charge of something, to help him relax. She couldn't help but feel joy and pride in being trusted enough to be given control from time to time. Pumpkin was just one of the endearing names she called him as Madam.

Eva let out a laugh as he knelt next to the bed, waiting for her orders. He took his chin in her hand so that he was looking up at her as she got out of the bed.

"Let's get me cleared and then you can show me how much my good boy has missed me," she said.

"Yes, Madam," he said, gulping.

Once okayed, he didn't bother with waiting. Steve picked her up and ran to his room, Eva giggling in his arms. Once in the room, the door shut and locked behind them, he sat her down and knelt before her again, hands on her hips.

"What do you want, Madam," he asked, his voice stained with desire.

"I want my good boy to feast like it's his last meal," she instructed, slowly removing her dress. "Then, when he is full, I want him to lay on the bed so I can ride him all night long. And, when I can no longer move, my big, strong, handsome soldier will roll over and pound into me until I can't walk. How does that sound, pumpkin?"

"So good." He kissed her inner thigh, his hand sliding down to play with the growing bulge in his tight jeans.

"Ah, ah," she admonished. "Clothes off, and you aren't allowed to touch yourself. We don't want a dirty carpet, now do we?"

"No, Madam." He removed his clothes in record time. "Can I please feast on you, Madam?"

"Enjoy your meal, honeysuckle."

"How will I know when to stop?"

She gripped his chin again. "You will know when you are full. It will be almost painful. Do I have to repeat this every time we play together, soldier?"

"No, Madam. I'm sorry. I just don't want to push you too far."

"Honey, I love when I can't walk the next day. Do that, and I'll treat you tomorrow."

"As you wish, Madam."

With that, Steve dove in, earning him a loud, sinful, "Fuck!"

Oh, yeah. Eva wouldn't be walking tomorrow. Hell, she'd be lucky to get out of bed at all. But damn, if it wasn't worth it to see Steve relax and be her good boy.