Steve rolled over so he was on top of me, supporting his weight on his arms. He smiled down at me, still damp hair falling across his face. I'd obviously dozed off, because the last thing I remembered was kissing him, standing up. Oh god, I hadn't fallen asleep while kissing him, had I?

Steve shifted his weight, and looked at his bare chest, intrigued.

"Are you..." he cocked his head, listening, "Wearing any pants?"

He blushed and shook his head, and I almost laughed.

"We didn't... Y'know."

Another head-shake.

"Okay... Uh..."

"I think you need to breath a little more often when doing that." he told me quietly. By 'that', I assumed he meant making out with the insanely hot ninety year old who was currently lying naked on top of me. "You kind of dropped."

I blushed, embarrassed, and realized I was no longer wearing my towel.

"Uh... Steve..."

"Yeah, about that." He rolled off me and to my right. He lay on his side and watched me with a bashful look in his eye. "When you fell, the towel sort of went with you." I tried to put it back on without looking at anything but-"

I didn't mean to laugh at him, but he looked so damned sorry for himself, and his cheeks were such a dark red color that he looked like he'd been slapped. he wasn't meeting my eye, and his voice had faded into almost nothing, and I couldn't help myself. I began to giggle, and when he looked up in surprise I began to laugh harder, until I was holding my head in my hands to try and stop the laughter.

"Hey, it's not that funny!" Steve protested, but I shook my head,

"I beg to differ, Captain." I giggled, wiping tears from my eyes and stifling another snort of laughter. The blush had faded to a light pink, and he was meeting my eyes now. Was that a hint of smile I saw?

"Steve..." I murmured, my voice coming out softer than I'd expected. He touched two fingers to my cheek, slipping them around to the nape of my neck and leaning in to kiss me. Soon enough, he'd rolled on top of me again, and I was completely lost in the kiss. Or, to be more accurate, the series of kisses.

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"Agent Reynolds!" Fury barked, waking me from my daydream. I'd been doodling on my notebook, not paying any attention to the meeting, and I guess Fury had noticed.

"Uh... Sorry." I muttered with a sheepish grin, looking around the table to the other Avengers. Tony was grinning openly back at me, Bruce was carefully studying me, and Natasha and Clint were both uninterested, seemingly having a silent conversation of their own. Across the table from me, Steve's lips twitched.

"Is there some reason I haven't quite got your attention this morning?"

"No sir." I answered meekly.

"Good. Then sit up and pay attention."

"Quoting Sister Act there, sir?" I asked cheekily, and he gave me the iciest glare I have ever seen. I decided to back off.

"Anyway, Banner, Stark, what are your leads on that case I put you two on?"

"Uh... Not much..." Bruce said quietly. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Natasha was now looking at me closely, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Around the room, a few other agents were giving me the Eagle eye too.

"We know that the..." Tony paused, and I swear I saw his eyes flicker towards me, "Subject is now living in New York again, and we got her home address. Other than that, though... We don't know much."

Fury nodded and checked the time. "Alright. I have a meeting with Thor when he gets back, so you'd better clear out and do whatever it is that you people do when you're not saving the world."

I watched as Natasha, Bruce, Fury and Clint left, along with most of the other agents in the room, leaving me with Tony and Steve.

"So Tony, that Anna Reynold's file?" I asked deliberately, watching him coldly.

"Wait, you told her about the file?" Steve asked, surprised.

"For the last time, the girl jumped me." Tony snapped.

"I hardly jumped you." I scoffed, reaching across the table and picking up the folder, flicking through it. I could barely remember anything about this girl, and the few details I did know were so sketchy that it hurt my brain trying to recall them.

"Look, Claire," Tony began, but Steve cut him off. "I'd rather explain this, Tony."

Tony shrugged and sat back down, allowing Steve to begin.

"Your sister is going to be involved in something to do with Loki."

"Thor's crazy brother?"

"Yes. Claire, we think she may be a target, in her own home. We don't know when she is due to be targeted, but when Thor gets back he's going to talk to Fury, and we're going to get your sister out of there, hopefully trapping Loki too."

I mulled it over in silence for a few minutes. "Where's Fury meeting Thor?"

"Probably his office."

"Great." I threw the file down on the table and stood up, making my way to the door.

"What, Claire, that's not such a great idea."

"Claire, hold on." Steve grabbed my hand to stop me, pulling me towards him and away from the door.

"Steve, she's my family."

"You can't just walk into that meeting." he hissed.

"Oh really? You want to try and stop me?" I snapped back. He gritted his teeth and set his jaw, keeping a firm grip on my wrist.

We stared at each other for a few minutes like that in total silence, before I managed to mutter, "For a guy that's trying to get into my pants you're being a real Jack-Ass."

He looked hurt, and loosened his grip. Good. That was what I'd wanted.

"Claire, I-" He began, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. That night, after we'd come back from Peggy's, we'd spent the entire night in bed together. Not doing anything, but in bed together. The next day had been spent just lounging around watching TV and talking, and then I'd fallen asleep in bed beside him, and today we'd woken up next to each other. Only two hours ago we'd been kissing and cuddling and laughing, and now we were glaring daggers at each other.

I stepped outside, past him into the corridor, and felt my anger melt away. It wasn't fair to take it out on him. I stood on tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips, whispering 'I'm sorry,' before turning and jogging down the corridor to find Fury.