Steve's POV:
I wake to Charlie fast asleep on my chest. Things have been quiet for some time now. We're all growing restless. We try not to stay in one place for too long but we've enjoyed this location. We're staying long enough to celebrate my birthday that I've asked Charlie and Nat not to do. They don't care, and it warms me that they want to make a day special for me. Last night was a successful night for Charlie's nightmares. Very rarely does she get a full night's sleep. The darkness under her eyes have deepened and her eyes aren't as full of light as they once were, but she tries her best to feel as ease.
My phone vibrates and lights on the bedside table, I ignore it for now. She's sleeping and I don't want to move and wake her. A few minutes pass before another message comes through. I lift my arm over and clumsily hunt my phone. This better be important. I pause once I locate my phone to ensure that Charlie doesn't stir. Her breathing is still steady and I hear her soft humming snores. I look at my phone. He is awake...He is going to be spending time in a nearby village.
I breathe. Bucky. He's awake. I look down at my sleeping princess. What does this mean for us? As long as she is in my life, I don't care what she chooses to do. I don't foresee her being able to take me out of her life and only be with Bucky. And I am okay with sharing, if that's what they would want. I get a sneaking suspicion that Bucky wouldn't be ok with that type of relationship. He desires to have a life that was stolen from him. I can't bring this up to her now. She and Nat have been busy planning our small party to celebrate my birthday. Thank you. Let me know if anything changes, or if he needs us to be there.
I watch Charlie sleep peacefully for another thirty minutes, her deep brunette hair falls across her face. With every breath a whisp of it blows out. I smile to myself. I hear the door begin to open. I drape the blanket more on our bodies making sure whoever comes in doesn't see anything.
"Steve, we've got a problem." Sam pokes his head inside. I nod, and he leaves so I can hopefully unravel myself from Charlie. Thankfully her last few weeks of not sleeping have exhausted her and she doesn't stir. I put on some sweatpants and shirt and walk out to the living room.
Sam's standing with his arms crossed while Nat is sitting on the sofa chair. "We've got intel that there's a group that may be after Charlie."
"After Charlie? Why?" My body tenses up as I look between the two.
"You two were spotted out together in Detroit, not to mention a year ago she was spotted with Bucky. They believe she's a threat and a weakness to both you and the Winter Soldier."
"And she is." Nat looks at me. "I got this news from Clint. He said currently it's just talk. But people want to know who she is, and what exactly she's capable of to be able to align herself with the both of you."
I stand silently thinking. It's just noise. It's not a true threat right now. "We'll stay alert. We shouldn't mention this to her." Nat gives me a shocked expression. "I heard from Wakanda. He's awake. When I tell her, and this news, it will be too much for her."
"Steve, she wants you to trust her. She's stronger than you think. Wanda even thinks she's capable of more than just her empathy." Sam wants me to tell her.
"When are you going to tell her about Bucky?" Nat asks, apparent anger on her face.
"I haven't decided."
"You don't think she should know?"
"Eventually...in time. It's a delicate situation. They didn't say he was ready to see anyone. If she knew she would want to see him right away."
"You don't know that. She's been with you a year, and you two are closer than ever. What are you afraid of?" Nat and I usually don't talk about things that happened between Bucky, Charlie, and myself. She wasn't there.
"Nothing. Her emotions are delicate. She barely sleeps as it is."
"Because she misses him. She misses her family, and Tony as well. She feels guilty for how things ended. You're partially to blame for her longing for Bucky." Sam walks towards the kitchen, probably to start breakfast. He knows this conversation isn't going anywhere else. They both will support my decisions concerning Charlie, even if they don't like it.
"What happened between the two of them? He didn't just yank her out of your hands and hold her hostage. She was an accomplice to him. But there were days not accounted for with you guys. So, what exactly happened?" Sam scoffs while opening the fridge.
"It's complicated."
"And I'm smart. Put it together for me."
"It's too sensitive a subject, and if Charlie wanted you to know she would say something." I turn to head back to our room. We're not going further down this road.
Before I make it down the hallway, I see Charlie's small body emerge from our room. She has one of my shirts on that droops off her shoulder, exposing her lack of a bra. Socks have been placed on her feet, she pops her neck and stretches before turning at me and smiling. "Good morning Captain." The darkness under her eyes is a bit more faded. I wrap my arms around her and hold her in a tight embrace. "Morning princess. You slept well." I kiss her temple.
She nods her head on my chest and hums. "Where were you? You normally wait until I wake. You're all dressed now." I push her into our room and close the door behind us.
"I just needed to discuss something with Sam and Nat." Her hands work their way under my shirt as she tickles my stomach with her fingers.
"About what?" She stands on her tip toes to kiss my neck.
"It's about time to find another location." I reach down and pick her up, her legs immediately wrap around my waist. It is at this moment I realize she only has on my shirt. Her wetness presses against me and I let out a growl. This woman.
"Not until after your birthday. We have guests coming." Her fingers play with my beard. I know she's referring to Vision and Wanda, no one else would be visiting us. Her other hand comes up and around my neck pulling me closer to her. "Not too loud this morning Captain. I don't want an audience today." She smiles before pulling me into her and kissing my lips. I walk us over to the bed, and lean over to drop Charlie down.
She scoots back on the bed and sits up. She leans up placing her hands behind her, bending her knees and sliding her legs back. She's trying to act like she's innocently sitting there, but my shirt moves over to where I can see in between her legs. I slowly take off my shirt and throw it at her. She catches it clumsily moving my shirt even more, showing more of herself off. She giggles when she catches me looking. I pull my pants and boxer briefs off, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out and stalk to her. "Lay on the bed Captain." Charlie's eyes darken looking at my body.
I lay on the bed and she leans to crawl over to me. She slings a leg over my body and teasingly straddles me sitting on my stomach. She's making sure I feel how wet she is. Prolonging our foreplay. Leaning down she begins peppering kisses along my neck and nibbles on my ear. My hands roam from her thighs, to her hips, and I feel my stupid shirt still hanging off her body and go to pull it off. She pushes my hands off her and sits up, taking the shirt off herself. I smile up at her when I see her perky breasts jostle around at her movements.
"I want you to sit on my face." I use my hands to push her body forward. She stubbornly sits there smiling at me, "You're such a brat and tomorrow's my birthday, so listen to your Captain and sit on my damn face."
She traces her finger nails up my chest as she moves up, placing her knees on either side of my head she hovers over my face, before I forcefully pull her down and she settles on my face, as I bury my mouth on her succulent and juicy pussy. I hear her whisper out a moan. I lap my tongue on her clit, relishing her sweet and tangy taste. She really is intoxicating. I wrap my arms up and hold onto her thighs, gently massaging them.
Her hands brush around at my hair, and I let out a growl on her, causing her to whimper. I give her nub a little nibble causing a hiss to come out of her mouth. This is what she gets for being such a brat. A brat that I enjoy taking care of. I blow a cool breath on her causing a shiver to rise up her entire body. I move a hand back, giving her ass a little smack. She lets out a little yelp as I loosen my grasp on her. She scoots her body back and I wipe her glaze off my beard. She lets out a sigh and she slinks back, allowing my reddened and stiff cock to penetrate her.
I hum at the sensation as she begins grinding on me. My hands grab her hips as I watch her. Her tits rock with her movements. Pure elation is on her face as she rocks on me. "You're perfect princess." She hums at my praises. I can't tear my eyes off of her. I enjoy watching her being the one to use my body to pleasure herself. She reaches for my hands and places them on her breasts, wanting me to grope her. Her hand slips behind her ass as she fondles my testicles. My breathing speeds up.
The door knocks, "Charlie, we need to get started on preparing Steve's birthday for tomorrow." Nat calls through the door. Those two are always interrupting us.
"Give me a minute." Charlie pants out, and I hear Nat stifle a laughter. She's not dumb.
"Alright Captain, looks like we're going to have to speed this up." She begins riding my dick quicker. I bite my lip looking at her. And I feel her tighten around my cock and we both orgasm together. She allows me to slip out of her, laying on the bed beside me. Tracing circles on my chest she hums. How could anyone view this perfect angel as a threat? She's got so much love to give. I roll over to look at her and caress her cheek. She brings her face to mine and kisses me. I pull her closer as our kissing becomes heated. She pulls back, "Save that for later. I got a lot of work to do. And we need some breakfast."
"Make sure you actually put clothes on. I can't believe you left the room in just my shirt."
"I did that because I was just coming to find you. I wanted to give you easier access." She giggles. This woman.
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Charlie's POV:
Sam and Steve were sent out to get some things for our small family dinner celebrating Steve's birthday. Nat and I made Steve's cake and begin cleaning up the apartment. Sam volunteered to sleep on the couch to allow Vision and Wanda to take his room. The apartment isn't much to look at but it's been our home for nearly a month. Steve said it's time to relocate soon. It's exhausting. Just when you get good and comfortable it's time to leave. This apartment, while small, has given us all our own space, much to Sam's delight.
"Do you think Steve and I really have sex too much?" I laugh at Nat.
She giggles, "You two should have sex though, right?" I nod. "I think Sam is a bit jealous he doesn't have someone to have here. I get that." Nat grimaces and busies herself with sweeping.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"No, Steve's a good man. He deserves to have happiness. And look at you going from a crush on Captain America to being his girlfriend." I don't respond. She knows we haven't labeled ourselves, although it confuses her. "So, what exactly happened between you and Bucky?" She changes the subject, and I feel her mind searching for answers she's wanted for a year.
I look at her with a shocked expression. "What makes you think something happened? What even would happen?"
"Your face proves something happened. Sam doesn't talk about it, and Steve is so delicate around you when it comes to Bucky." My face is a tattle tale.
"Umm..."
Nat places herself on the couch patting the seat beside it. "Let's girl talk. I feel like we haven't really done that lately. So, let me try to help out. You and Steve were together the whole time you were with Bucky. Minus the whole chasing around Bucharest, but there wasn't time for anything but rushing through traffic." I nod. "Did you kiss?" Again, I nod. "Steve knows?" Nod. "Did you...did you have sex with him?" I nod, Nat gasps animatedly grasping at her mouth. "I'm assuming Steve knows....wait, did you have sex with both of them?" I cover my eyes with my hands. "Charlotte Allen!! Two super soldiers? Is that why you were off at the airport?"
"What do you mean I was off?"
"Well, your movements weren't as smooth. You weren't running as fast. You dog! Was it at least good?"
I laugh. "It was amazing."
"Where was Sam?" She turns looking at me.
"He went to get food." She laughs remembering Sam's comment the other day.
"So that's why Steve feels the need to tiptoe around you when we discuss Bucky? But if it was just sex...how many times did you sleep with Bucky?"
"Twice."
"So, you had a three-way twice?"
"No, once." I look off in the distance. The second time with Bucky and only him I've never discussed with anyone, not even Steve. Nat gives me a knowing gaze that I see out of the corner of my eyes.
"Where was Steve?"
"Flying the jet."
"And he was ok with that?"
"He's the one that asked Bucky. It was on the way to Siberia. It was then that I discovered what Steve meant when he would tell me he needed me. I wasn't well after, I needed and wanted something real, to ground me, I guess."
"How do you feel about Bucky?"
"It's...complicated. I feel this pull to protect him. Our first meeting was, quick. Everything just happened so fast. He kept pulling me away from Steve. I think he saw I was his weakness, and if I was with him Steve would do anything to get me back and to make sure he doesn't get hurt. But somehow within that time I was able to trust him." I pause and Nat sits there taking in what I told her. "I just, I feel a need, no a want to be around him. I love him."
She looks at me shocked. "Steve knows." It wasn't a question. "Do you want to be with Bucky instead of Steve."
"No. Steve, he's perfect. He's steady. I can't imagine not being with him."
"But?"
"There isn't but."
"What about Bucky?" She moves closer to me feeling my anxiety rise.
"I have no desire to lose him either."
"So, you want both?"
"I need Steve, I want Bucky. They are both two very different feelings honestly."
"Have you...have you ever thought about a real life with Steve? A house, white picket fence, two and a half kids, a dog."
"No, but we don't have the life that allows those luxuries." I look off in the distance.
"Once upon a time you wanted that."
"Life is complicated. Honestly, I am happy right now. Yes, it's messed up. Life isn't perfect. But Steve makes me happy. I wish I knew more about how Bucky was, when they planned on waking him up. If they've figure out a way to get that shit out of his head."
"Listen, Steve doesn't...." the door opens and Steve and Sam walk in. It's been a while since the two men were out with just them. Steve smiles over at me and I forget whatever it was that Nat was going to tell me.
"The cake smells amazing!" I walk over to him and help him and Sam with the bags, placing things up. Steve comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my temple like he normally does, the feeling of his beard tickling me. He's so sexy. His flannel is tight on his large biceps, the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms, I tickle them with my fingernails and he smiles on my neck. Steve is perfect.
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Charlie's POV:
My body is buzzing with anxiety, it's been a few months since we last saw Vision and Wanda. They're the only two former Avengers that we've seen since Siberia. I busy myself trying to do any finishing touches around the apartment. I even wore a bit of a makeup, just concealer, to hide the dark under my eyes, mascara, and blush. But looking in the mirror I felt more like myself. My normal anxiety isn't a good feeling, this anxiety is an excitement of seeing more than my normal three people.
Steve senses my unrest and puts his hand in mine, "We have a bit of time before they actually get here. Want to head to the bedroom?"
"Maybe later, there's too much to do." I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.
"I can make it quick." He smiles.
"Stop, you're tempting, but let's finish around here first. And you can't mess up my makeup." He smiles and drops the subject but humors me as I just move random things around.
After thirty minutes of doing something and nothing all at once he's had enough. "Come on." He pulls at my hand.
"Don't you dare! Stop it! We have an hour before they arrive. Don't you fucking take her in that room so you two can get it on!" Sam calls out sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote.
I laugh. "I'm not. I just want her to sit down. If she stays in the 'common room' everything is going to be rearranged." Steve doesn't say anymore just jumps on the bed and beckons me over. I crawl over to him, laying my head on his chest. I pull my arm up to his chest and he wraps his own hand in mine. "I'm serious. We're just going to lay here like this until they get here, okay?"
"Okay, Cap..."
"No! Don't start that or we won't be laying here." I feel him huff out a laugh through his chest. "Just let me hold you. Relax. Rest, sleep if you need too."
We lay there for a while. Steve just gently brushing his fingers against my hand. His chest rising and falling is very calming to me. Being close to him is calming. "You had a nightmare last night. Do you want to talk about it?"
"There's not much to talk about."
"What exactly happens in your nightmares? Is it a reoccurring nightmare?"
"Usually yeah. It's just Siberia...over and over again. Everything leading up to that point pushed me and Tony further apart. He blames Bucky for killing his parents, even though he was being controlled and used as a weapon."
"We don't have to talk about Bucky."
"You asked about my nightmare, so I'm telling you. Bucky is a part of it. He blames you for breaking up the Avengers, when really it was the stupid Accords. He hates me. And he's...replaced me. Peter's a good kid though, and obviously more like Tony."
"Tony didn't replace you."
"It just feels like everything could have been avoided. But if it didn't happen Bucky wouldn't be getting the help he needs." Steve kisses my temple. "Have you heard from T'Challa on his state? If they've even woke him up."
"No."
"They would let you know, wouldn't they?"
"Yeah, T'Challa was told that I would be the first they contacted when they wake him up. You don't need to worry. He's safe in Wakanda."
Silence. Steve turns his face to my temple, resting his lips there. His breathing moves my hair and I feel his body relax and his breathing becomes heavier. Daily I check my phone that T'Challa gave me as a direct link to me. Nothing. I shouldn't worry about Bucky, I know he's in good hands, but hearing nothing worries me.
I must have drifted to sleep because I hear a soft knocking on our door. "Be careful, they're usually naked." Sam's voice booms behind the door. The sound is so muffled I feel as if I must be asleep and close my eyes again.
"Charlie. Are you dressed?" Wanda's voice drifts in my head.
"Wanda? Yes. Wait, how are you doing this?"
"You're doing it too. Can I come in?"
"Yes."
Wanda gently turns the handle and walks in. She looks over at Steve and I begin to move, "Don't. He looks peaceful. We got here earlier than expected. How have you been?" She smiles at me.
"Can I only do this with you?" I ask her. This silent communication is cool.
"I think with time you could do it with anyone. It's easier with me since our powers are similar. That's something I wanted to talk about, you need to strengthen your powers. In doing so you may discover new ones?"
"Like what?"
"Maybe not magic like mine, but maybe using your empathy without touching someone. I can tell your mind is an incredible thing. Not now, but when he wakes you should try with Steve. You two are close, it will be easier to open yourself up to him. I'm going to go back out with the others. Sleep." She waves her magic at me and a calmness washes over at me and I drift off.
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"Steve....Steve! Steve, wake up!"
"Why are you yelling at me?"
My body tenses up. "You hear me?"
"Of course, and you're yelling at me. Why?"
"Look at my face." He leans back as I look up at him, still intwined with one another. "I'm not screaming at all."
"How the hell are you doing that?"
"Wanda, they got here earlier and she did it with me, she told me to try with you since we're connected. You try to talk to me now." Steve's face scrunches up as he tries to focus on me. Nothing. "You just woke up. And it's new. Come on let's join everyone." I smile pulling on his arm.
He gets up pulling me into him and guides me out of the room, holding onto my hand. We walk into the living room and the atmosphere is so light hearted and fun. "Nice of you to join us Captain Rogers, Charlie." Vision nods to us.
"Were you actually sleeping? I believe that's a first." Sam scoffs.
I pull Steve's hand as I go to Wanda and give her the biggest hug. "You can't leave that man be, can you?"
"We're usually inseparable."
"I've heard, princess. Glad you're making the Captain behave." Wanda smirks at me.
We let out a giggle and hug again. "I don't think I'm going to like this." Steve glares at us.
"I'm assuming you told him?" Wanda asks.
"She did, and she was able to talk to me like that, I couldn't talk to her though."
"In time, Steve. Sam's been cooking. He's made shrimp po'boys."
"I love when Sam cooks." My mouth is already watering. Steve looks down at me mocking offense to my comment. We scatter around in the living room and begin eating. Talking as a group begins, along with mini conversations between two or three people.
I forget everything that's been going on lately, and smile. This is nice, and it's one of the many reasons Nat and I try to celebrate any holiday and birthday. I smile up at Steve, he returns my gaze. His eyes are shining, the crinkling around his eyes is prominent as his smiles and laughter affects his whole face. He brings a hand up to face, caressing my cheek and kisses my temple.
Wanda looks over at as smiling. "We should play a game." She states.
"Oh! What do you got in mind? Drinking game, right?" Sam jumps up and walks into the kitchen grabbing beer and a bottle of tequila.
"Are there other games?" Nat stands and helps him out.
"So, Vis and I have been watching some Game of Thrones, and there's a game."
"Doesn't everyone die on that show?" I ask looking at her. "So are we murdering each other."
Wanda laughs, "No. Someone is going to make an assumption about another person. And if they're right about that assumption you have to take a drink." Sam begins pouring everyone a shot and Nat passes out beer. "For example, Charlie, you're ready to sleep with your Captain right now."
I glare over at her. Sam turns and looks at me, eyes squinting. I reach for the shot glass and throw it back, groaning at the burn of the tequila traveling down my throat. Sam, the drama queen, rolls his eyes. "That's all they ever do."
"Charlie it's your turn now. Tell someone an assumption."
"Sam, you at times enjoy hearing me and Steve, and even get off on it." He glowers over at me, and takes his shot. Refilling both mine and his shot glass.
"Charlie, you can't wait to see Bucky in Wakanda so you can wrap your legs around him, and Steve." He smiles over at me. I take a moment to think about this. And pick up my shot glass and swallow. Nat smiles over at me while Vision and Wanda sit in shock.
"Sam..."
Steve shifts around, "Maybe you two should make assumptions about someone else."
"Fine, Nat, you've thought about having sex with Sam." Nat quickly takes a shot.
"Wait, what? Why wouldn't you tell me this. We can make this happen!" Sam smiles over at Nat.
"Sam, you're not sleeping on the couch tonight." Sam takes a shot.
Sam turns his attention to Steve, "Steve, you enjoy thinking about Charlie on top of Bucky." Steve takes his shot and refills his glass. My cheeks heat up and I bury my face in his arm. I could tell he enjoyed watching me and Bucky, but to have it confirmed in front of everyone, two of which don't know everything that happened, makes it almost too much. This won't be as fun with Steve since he can't get drunk.
"Wanda, you would be content leaving this all behind and just being with Vision." Steve is being sweet. Wanda gives a glowing smile and takes a shot. We continue our game for a bit longer.
I can feel the liquor and beer getting me light headed, I lean over on Steve, "Captain, I'm ready for bed."
"Princess, you haven't even given me my birthday present." His voice is husky in my ear. I shiver.
"You're birthday's tomorrow." My voice feels more whiney coming out of my mouth.
"It's after midnight." He growls on my neck and gives me a nibble. I look around at everyone. They're all stuck in their own conversations, so I stand wobbly and begin leading Steve down the hallway. There's some whistling and yelling as we walk away. My head is floating and I trip a bit. Steve's strong arm wraps around my waist holding me up.
He hoists me up over his shoulder and finishes taking me to the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I look up at him. There's a deep hunger in his eyes. "You don't know how crazy you drive me do you?"
"Well, Captain, why don't you show me." He stalks over to the bed, leaning over he jerks my shorts off and sits me up before pulling me to sit up and aggressively pulling off my shirt. He stares down at me and smirks, before unhooking my bra. He gives my body a once over and rips off my panties. Placing his head in between my thighs he blows a cool breath on me causing me to shiver. A hiss escapes his mouth.
"You're ready for me aren't you, princess?" Steve backs away from the bed and stares down at me. "Play with yourself." I comply. My hand goes in between my legs as I create circles on my clit with my fingers. He stands there watching. My thighs begin to close as I overstimulate myself, almost orgasming. He comes back down to the bed, forcing my thighs apart. "Oh no, I'm watching every moment of this." He uses his body to lean on one thigh, while pushing my legs further apart with his hand.
I continue pleasuring myself and I feel Steve place two fingers inside of me, and my body jerks. He has a devilish smile as he watches our hands become in sync with one another. A tightness builds up in my stomach and my back arches. My body begins to react as I attempt to bring my legs together. The pace of my hands on my clit slows as I sink back down in the bed. "Not yet, princess." Steve moves my hand away and uses his thumb to massage my clit. A slight pleasurable pain builds up in between my legs, but Steve's pressure doesn't change.
"Captain, I need you."
"No, I'm going to push you over the edge tonight, you did say your pussy was my present. I'm enjoying playing with my toy." His eyes darken as his face tilts forward. He looks up at me with his eyes glowing through his lashes. "Be a good girl, and cum again."
Steve's head leans forward as he begins sucking on my clit, his fingers bend inside of me as he rubs on my g spot. I feel the pit in my stomach tighten again and an overwhelming high washes over me as I release on Steve's face. He laps up my juices before leaning back, smiling down at me and wipes his beard. "Good girl."
He pulls his shirt off and pulls down his pants and boxer briefs in one swoop. He stalks back to the bed advancing on me with pure hunger in his eyes. He hovers over me, nuzzling my cheek with his nose, causing a tickling sensation on my cheek. Simultaneously he crashes his dick into me and his lips on my mouth. My body is overstimulated but I crave his body, over and over again. He thrusts into me with such need and authority. I immediately orgasm again, causing him to lean back and work on my neck, smiling between his nibbles. "You're so greedy little one."
I push at his shoulders wanting him to lay back, I'm surprised that he follows my instructions. I spin my body around and straddle him, sinking down and allowing him to fill me up with his large cock. I lean forward and hear a moan leaves his lips at the sight of my ass facing him. His hands roam my body before giving me a quick slap. Steve is an ass man.
I continue grinding on him, before he pushes me forward. I bounce on his cock, and I feel him press a finger in my ass. I hum at the sensation and he continues his motions, and I hasten my motions, his breathing becomes deeper and he removes his hand, completely cupping and squeezing my ass before another slap is placed on there causing me to yelp. He evilly laughs, "You like that don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Captain." My hand moves to his abs as I give him a little tickle.
"You're my good little whore, aren't you?" I hum in agreement. His hands grab at my waists and he squeezes my hips right before we both release. My head is leaned back, staring at the ceiling, breathing is deep in fast, Steve rubs on my welted and reddened ass. I crawl off of him and head to the bathroom, "Care to join me, Captain?"
He smiles and stands making his way to the shower. I turn on the water on and wait for it to warm up before turning on the shower and Steve joins me. He looks down at me smiling, "Happy birthday, Captain."
"I love you so fucking much, princess.
"Love you too, my Captain." He wraps his arm around me into a tight embrace. He's perfect.