Fixed in the Shadows
Chapter 10
"Who? What?" Bruce mumbles, looking up from his computer screen. His dark, graying curly hair is tousled.
"The Man! I know where he is!" I say again, grinning vibrantly.
"Where?" Steve asks, stepping forward.
"You know how he kept me in a remote building all those six months he had me?" I take a shallow breath and swallow, radiating with excitement.
"Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?" Steve asks, full of anticipation.
"He's at that building!" I throw my arms up in satisfaction.
"Brilliant, Skylar! Great work!" Steve exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.
"But one problem," Bruce adds, taking off his glasses. "It's a remote building. You said you didn't know where it was."
"I don't, but that doesn't matter. He sent gamma radiation through my body, therefore, the building must still be giving off gamma rays. We can track it the same way we tracked the Tesseract!" I jump a little in my stance, ecstatic and in disbelief I was smart enough to come up with this plan.
"Ahh," Bruce says, understanding. "I'll get to that right now!"
"Great! Can you do that by yourself?" I rub my forehead, tiredly. "I haven't had a good night's sleep and a shower in I don't know how long," I whine.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be searching for gamma rays in all of West Michigan." Bruce says, already back at his computer and ready to track the building.
I start toward the exit. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Steve's gaze glued to me with a smile plastered to his face. Why is he looking at me like that? When I step into the hallway, a fellow SHIELD agent directs me to my temporary room. I greet all the SHIELD agents I pass, happy to be back on the helicarrier.
I finally reach my room. A bed is made and my bags are over by the dresser. I take a smoldering shower, listening to Filter as my muscles relax. I change into pajamas and tie my hair into a pony tail. I lie in the bed and prepare for a nice rest.
I am standing outside the door of my apartment. Why am I here? With a puzzled look on my face, I grab the handle and twist. When I open the door and step into the room, Steve is standing there. "What are you doing here?" I ask.
“I came to see you," he says quietly, staring me down. He steps forward.
“But wha-" Before I can finish, Steve runs up to me. He grasps my face and kisses me passionately. At first I'm in shock but then I relax and enjoy the embrace.
Steve releases and leans his forhead against mine. "I've wanted this for so long," he pants.
“Me too," I mutter back, closing my eyes and inhaling his wonderful scent.
We move to the bed, holding an intense kiss. We reach the mattress; I clamber on top of Steve. I rip off my hoodie and unbutton his shirt. I scrape my hands over his fantastic pecks. I lean back so I can slide off my skirt and tights. I then unbuckle Steve's belt and unzip his pants. I grab Steve's package. He lets out a satisfactory moan as he throws his back onto the mattress.
“I'm going to rock your world," I say confidently. I climb back on Steve, leaving sloppy kisses all over his chest, but then he tosses me on bottom. He slides my lacey panties off and his boxers. He enters me and as he begins to thrust. Steve slathers my body with kisses with each movement of the hips.
But just as I begin to reach climax, I hear another voice calling for me. "Skylar!"
"Huh?" I say, shooting up in bed. I look around to see Steve standing in my doorway. I then realize I had been touching myself. I quickly remove my hand. Luckily, my body blocked Steve's view.
"Skylar! C'mon! Bruce found the building!" Steve eggs on, motioning with his hand. His eyes travel along my body,
"Oh, okay," I mumble, still drunk with sleep. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready."
"Hurry! But, um, are you wearing your uniform?" Steve tilts his head to the left.
"Um, no, I'm not. I'm just wearing regular clothes. I don't want to get my uniform all bloody. It's such a bitch to get dry cleaned." I rub my arm across my face, smudging my make-up.
Steve grimaces but then shakes the look off his face. "Okay, I won't wear mine. I'll just bring my shield. Okay. Bye." He scrambles out the door.
Turned on and completely horny, I stand and walk to my sink. I realize my nipples are sticking straight out of my shirt. That must be why Steve was so uncomfortable. Well, that's embarrassing. I brush my teeth and think about the dream I just was woken up from. Seeing Steve right after that just made things worse. I just wanted to attack him and fuck his brains out. Shit. I need to get ahold of myself. "You are not going there, Skylar," I tell myself. "You can't."
I change into a new outfit and fix my make-up. I then pull my sword onto my back and load my pistols, putting them into the holsters around my legs. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the serious mayhem that is about to go down. After twelve years of believing I killed The Man, it's time for me to kill him again. I have enough hate toward him to do it. I haven't really had the time to let the thought sink in. How the fuck did he survive?
"Ready to go?" Steve asks, cracking the door.
"Sure," I say, shaking the thoughts out of my head. "Let's go."
"Clint is going to fly us down to Gerald R. Ford International Airport and then we're going to drive in your Eldorado to the location. Bruce has a GPS for us to get to the specific building. Here, you better hold onto that," Steve says, handing the gadget to me.
"Sounds good," I say in a monotone voice.
Steve and I don't talk on the jet ride to the airport. I'm still too uncomfortable from my dream to even look at him. So I talk to Clint instead. We make small talk. I want to wait until Steve and I are alone to speak with him. I like talking to Steve and I don't want anyone else to know. It's a bit childish, I know, but I'm supposed to be the hard person. I got to keep up my image. It's the only thing I have. If my outside is destroyed, then my insides show and I can't let that happen. Not with these people.
"Alright," I say as I get into the driver's seat of my Eldorado. "Time to dish."
"What?" Steve asks, turning to look at me.
I start the car up. "We have a two and a half hour drive and I want to get to know you. So, let's talk."
"Okay," Steve says. A geeky smile spreads across his face.
Steve and I talk nonstop all the way to the remote building. We talk about our families, or what's left of them. We really bond over the fact that we're both only children and our parents are dead. He tells me war stories, which I am completely emersed in. I have always found World War II so interesting. I tell him about some of the missions I have been on. He finds those just as intriguing.
"So you were really a prostitute?" Steve asks in bewilderment.
"No, no, I was a stripper for a while. I only had sex with one man on the job. He was a police chief. I took his whole drug and prostitution ring down single-handedly."
Steve's eyes widen in amazement. "All by yourself? Why didn't you have a partner?"
"I'm not really the type to work with other people. That's why I was so shocked when they asked me to join the Avengers. They must have been really desperate."
"You will reach your destination in one mile," the GPS tells us.
"We better stop here," Steve says. We can hide the car and walk the rest of the way."
"I don't want to put all those branches on my Sally! She could get scraped!" I whine.
"You named your car Sally?" Steve asks, a humorous smiling peeks across his face.
"Yeah, so!"
"C'mon, let's go!" Steve get out of the car. "We'll just leave Sally here. We don't have to hide her. I highly doubt it's going to matter."
"Alright, then." I get out of the car. I grab my sword and pistols.
"The Man! I know where he is!" I say again, grinning vibrantly.
"Where?" Steve asks, stepping forward.
"You know how he kept me in a remote building all those six months he had me?" I take a shallow breath and swallow, radiating with excitement.
"Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?" Steve asks, full of anticipation.
"He's at that building!" I throw my arms up in satisfaction.
"Brilliant, Skylar! Great work!" Steve exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.
"But one problem," Bruce adds, taking off his glasses. "It's a remote building. You said you didn't know where it was."
"I don't, but that doesn't matter. He sent gamma radiation through my body, therefore, the building must still be giving off gamma rays. We can track it the same way we tracked the Tesseract!" I jump a little in my stance, ecstatic and in disbelief I was smart enough to come up with this plan.
"Ahh," Bruce says, understanding. "I'll get to that right now!"
"Great! Can you do that by yourself?" I rub my forehead, tiredly. "I haven't had a good night's sleep and a shower in I don't know how long," I whine.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be searching for gamma rays in all of West Michigan." Bruce says, already back at his computer and ready to track the building.
I start toward the exit. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Steve's gaze glued to me with a smile plastered to his face. Why is he looking at me like that? When I step into the hallway, a fellow SHIELD agent directs me to my temporary room. I greet all the SHIELD agents I pass, happy to be back on the helicarrier.
I finally reach my room. A bed is made and my bags are over by the dresser. I take a smoldering shower, listening to Filter as my muscles relax. I change into pajamas and tie my hair into a pony tail. I lie in the bed and prepare for a nice rest.
I am standing outside the door of my apartment. Why am I here? With a puzzled look on my face, I grab the handle and twist. When I open the door and step into the room, Steve is standing there. "What are you doing here?" I ask.
“I came to see you," he says quietly, staring me down. He steps forward.
“But wha-" Before I can finish, Steve runs up to me. He grasps my face and kisses me passionately. At first I'm in shock but then I relax and enjoy the embrace.
Steve releases and leans his forhead against mine. "I've wanted this for so long," he pants.
“Me too," I mutter back, closing my eyes and inhaling his wonderful scent.
We move to the bed, holding an intense kiss. We reach the mattress; I clamber on top of Steve. I rip off my hoodie and unbutton his shirt. I scrape my hands over his fantastic pecks. I lean back so I can slide off my skirt and tights. I then unbuckle Steve's belt and unzip his pants. I grab Steve's package. He lets out a satisfactory moan as he throws his back onto the mattress.
“I'm going to rock your world," I say confidently. I climb back on Steve, leaving sloppy kisses all over his chest, but then he tosses me on bottom. He slides my lacey panties off and his boxers. He enters me and as he begins to thrust. Steve slathers my body with kisses with each movement of the hips.
But just as I begin to reach climax, I hear another voice calling for me. "Skylar!"
"Huh?" I say, shooting up in bed. I look around to see Steve standing in my doorway. I then realize I had been touching myself. I quickly remove my hand. Luckily, my body blocked Steve's view.
"Skylar! C'mon! Bruce found the building!" Steve eggs on, motioning with his hand. His eyes travel along my body,
"Oh, okay," I mumble, still drunk with sleep. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready."
"Hurry! But, um, are you wearing your uniform?" Steve tilts his head to the left.
"Um, no, I'm not. I'm just wearing regular clothes. I don't want to get my uniform all bloody. It's such a bitch to get dry cleaned." I rub my arm across my face, smudging my make-up.
Steve grimaces but then shakes the look off his face. "Okay, I won't wear mine. I'll just bring my shield. Okay. Bye." He scrambles out the door.
Turned on and completely horny, I stand and walk to my sink. I realize my nipples are sticking straight out of my shirt. That must be why Steve was so uncomfortable. Well, that's embarrassing. I brush my teeth and think about the dream I just was woken up from. Seeing Steve right after that just made things worse. I just wanted to attack him and fuck his brains out. Shit. I need to get ahold of myself. "You are not going there, Skylar," I tell myself. "You can't."
I change into a new outfit and fix my make-up. I then pull my sword onto my back and load my pistols, putting them into the holsters around my legs. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the serious mayhem that is about to go down. After twelve years of believing I killed The Man, it's time for me to kill him again. I have enough hate toward him to do it. I haven't really had the time to let the thought sink in. How the fuck did he survive?
"Ready to go?" Steve asks, cracking the door.
"Sure," I say, shaking the thoughts out of my head. "Let's go."
"Clint is going to fly us down to Gerald R. Ford International Airport and then we're going to drive in your Eldorado to the location. Bruce has a GPS for us to get to the specific building. Here, you better hold onto that," Steve says, handing the gadget to me.
"Sounds good," I say in a monotone voice.
Steve and I don't talk on the jet ride to the airport. I'm still too uncomfortable from my dream to even look at him. So I talk to Clint instead. We make small talk. I want to wait until Steve and I are alone to speak with him. I like talking to Steve and I don't want anyone else to know. It's a bit childish, I know, but I'm supposed to be the hard person. I got to keep up my image. It's the only thing I have. If my outside is destroyed, then my insides show and I can't let that happen. Not with these people.
"Alright," I say as I get into the driver's seat of my Eldorado. "Time to dish."
"What?" Steve asks, turning to look at me.
I start the car up. "We have a two and a half hour drive and I want to get to know you. So, let's talk."
"Okay," Steve says. A geeky smile spreads across his face.
Steve and I talk nonstop all the way to the remote building. We talk about our families, or what's left of them. We really bond over the fact that we're both only children and our parents are dead. He tells me war stories, which I am completely emersed in. I have always found World War II so interesting. I tell him about some of the missions I have been on. He finds those just as intriguing.
"So you were really a prostitute?" Steve asks in bewilderment.
"No, no, I was a stripper for a while. I only had sex with one man on the job. He was a police chief. I took his whole drug and prostitution ring down single-handedly."
Steve's eyes widen in amazement. "All by yourself? Why didn't you have a partner?"
"I'm not really the type to work with other people. That's why I was so shocked when they asked me to join the Avengers. They must have been really desperate."
"You will reach your destination in one mile," the GPS tells us.
"We better stop here," Steve says. We can hide the car and walk the rest of the way."
"I don't want to put all those branches on my Sally! She could get scraped!" I whine.
"You named your car Sally?" Steve asks, a humorous smiling peeks across his face.
"Yeah, so!"
"C'mon, let's go!" Steve get out of the car. "We'll just leave Sally here. We don't have to hide her. I highly doubt it's going to matter."
"Alright, then." I get out of the car. I grab my sword and pistols.
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