Talia stood with her gun aimed at the chest of the operative who had run from the team, panting slightly as she pressed down her earpiece. Using her strength again had been exhilarating and she laughed as she spoke.
"And to think you'd have left me at home like a pretty little housewife Ice-Pop."
As the crackle of the communications line sounded in her ear, the signal disjointed and broken, the man sitting before her watched her. His smile crept across his lips with sly spirit and deep darkness and he twisted his neck to watch her as she circled him.
"Oh sweetheart," he sneered. "You were better off at home."
The man swung back from where he sat, tearing the rope she had tied around his wrists easily before lunging for her. His movement was unexpected and threw her off of her balance, sending her crashing into the bricks behind her. A swift punch left her gasping for breath as he twisted her wrist and forced her to drop her weapon. The clatter of her gun crashing to the floor rattled in her mind, shaking awake her instinct to survive and she kicked, hard. He flew backwards, his grip leaving trails of pink against her arms where his nails clawed at him. He scrambled back to his feet, whipping a knife from behind his back; the one weapon Talia had missed. He swung towards her as she charged forwards, ducking as he made contact with her shoulder and tore through the jacket she had taken from Nat's room and deep into her skin.
She cried out as she span on her heel, kicking her foot out and connecting with his chest. She held back, just as she'd promised Tony she would, but as pain spilled through her and blood trickled down her arm she wanted to push harder. She bit down on her lip as she fought, soon gaining the upper hand as she ignored the screaming throb of pain.
"Guys. A little help here please!" She shouted as she pinned the man down against the gravel. He grunted beneath her, throwing his weight to the side and pulling his last defence from his side. He stabbed the small machine into her abdomen, breaking the barrier of her t-shirt as electricity ran through the device and into her.
She dropped from her place over him, spasming uncontrollably as her eyes rolled back in her head and her heart beat echoed within her mind. The world grew fuzzy and dark and she felt the blow of the ground against her head, gravel scratching at her back.
In the depth of the darkness, in the fire of the burning electricity, she found moments of comfort. She found care and kindness. She found bubbles of bliss that burst behind her eyes, overwhelming her senses and dulling the electricity that pulsated through her.
"Tal?" He was panicking. "Talia? What's happening? Speak to me Runaway!"
She could hear his voice, calling to her, as the memories drew her further from him.
She could feel arms lifting her from the ground. She could hear grunts of further fights. She could feel the roll of her body as she was moved from where she fell and she knew she needed to open her eyes. She needed to know if she was safe. And yet, as more bursts of memories flooded her mind she wanted to stay; she wanted to be happy for a moment longer.
*
Icy water washed over her as her as her head rest on his arm and he drew patterns against her knuckles. Fire burned in her throat as she leant against him, gasping for breath as Bucky rubbed his jaw and stared at the two of them. She held her breath as he leant in and tucked her hair behind her ear. She felt the buzz of electric desire as she walked beside him, close enough to reach out and yet too far removed to hold.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched him hit a punch bag. His voice was soft and low when his fingers gripped her waist and they whispered promises to one another. She felt his arms around her waist as she laughed and he pulled her closer, pressing his lips into her neck. Her heart was fluttering when he pulled her closer in the bed, gripping her t-shirt and brushing his lips against hers.
She bubbled with laughter as he pinned her to the wall, his lips grazing her collar bone as he whispered that the team were just behind the door and he groaned. Her heart soared as he told her she was beautiful. He trailed kisses across her chest. He kissed her stomach. He kissed her scars and told her she was strong. He loved her.
*
Steve's fingers brushed over the angry red of the wound on her shoulder. She had been cut deep and the wound was taking longer to heal. He brushed away another trail of his tears as he held her. She was wrapped in his arms and a thick blanket as they lay in their bed and Steve would not leave her. Bruce had promised she was okay, no damage had been done, and yet she was still sleeping in his arms, refusing to wake.
Talia felt the gentle touch of finger tips on her skin, slowly enticing her from the beautiful memories that danced over her mind and into the waking world. She smiled as she breathed in the smell of his cologne and nuzzled closer, burying her face in his chest and his hand stilled. His breath stilled.
"Steve?" Her throat croaked from disuse and she tried to lift herself to look at him.
He held her closer.
"Hey sleepy head."
She could hear the tears in his throat and she mumbled against his skin as she pressed a soft kiss to his chest.
"Nice of you to rejoin us here." Even when he was hurting he made laughter for her.
Opening her eyes she pushed against him, refusing to be held down, and looked at him. His eyes were tired and puffy. His brow was furrowed and the stains of tears shone against his cheeks. She traced the darkening line of his jaw, unshaven and dishevelled, and the tension it held. She followed the crease in his forehead that mapped its way through his worries and her heart raced from her chest.
"What happened Steve? What's wrong?"
His hand came up to her face, brushing her hair back as he searched her eyes and his own screamed with pain.
"You were out for two days Tal. Two days." His voice cracked and his tears spilled. "And you said before, about the electricity. Are you okay?"
She felt a surge of guilt as she stared up at him. She had chosen to stay in the memories. She had chosen to float in blissful images of what was instead of returning to what is. She had worried him and she had left him in pain. Her heart ached and she pulled herself up to his lips, kissing him with fervour.
"I'm okay," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I just..."
"What Runaway?" He brushed his thumb over her lip.
"I found you Steve."
He huffed a laugh and shook his head.
"What do you mean you found me?"
His grin was goofy and wide and Talia matched him. She bit her lip as she pushed herself to sit up beside him, pulling him up with her and she laughed as he sat waiting for a response. He knew what she meant. They both knew. But he wanted to hear it.
"I mean." She pushed onto her knees before him, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips. "I found you. Every beautiful second I have ever spent with you." She traced her mouth over his jaw. "They were all locked away and hidden, but I found them." Her lips caressed his with the softest touch and his hands gripped her waist. "I found them and I remember you. I remember everything."
Suddenly she was pulled on to his lap and she was giggling against his lips as he crashed into her, holding her close against him as his tongue coaxed her lips apart and he breathed her in. His fingers tickled against her skin as he pulled the t-shirt she was dressed in from her skin, tearing it as she gasped and pulled back.
"Captain Rogers!" Her eyes widened and she feigned innocence as she covered herself up. "I liked that shirt."
He pulled her hands from her body, his eyes dancing with laughter when she grinned at him, and he twisted quickly. Flipping her onto her back he lay over her, his fingers trailing over the skin of her breasts and her hands grabbing at the white vest he wore.
"Miss Romanoff." Steve raised an eyebrow at her before he lowered his lips to her throat and his fingertips circled her nipple. "You shouldn't call me Captain when you're half naked on my lap."
"You - you're the reason I'm half naked." Her voice was breathy and shaking as his fingers moved down, brushing against the cotton of her knickers and pressing lightly. "Captain."
Steve pulled away. His hands stilled and his lips were gone and Talia moaned.
"The things I want to do to you right now are not very Captain America of me, so unless you want me to stop, you're not going to call me Captain again Talia." He kissed her gently. "Do you understand?"
Talia nodded as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. She felt his hand slip into her panties and his fingers brushed gently against her, rubbing slowly as she bucked up to meet him. His eyes were fixed to hers, watching her as he built the pleasure within her. He watched as she bit down to stop herself from being loud and he kissed her; trapping her lips with his and pulling a soft whimper from her as his fingers swiped over the glorious drip of heat.
She ached for him. She wanted to feel him; to taste him. She wanted to make him moan for her. Excitement built inside her as she thought of pleasing him and his fingers curled inside her. She moaned loudly and he grinned such a triumphant smile that she felt her heart skip a beat. As she tightened around his fingers he moved faster. She wanted to cum for him, but she wanted something else first.
"Wait," she whimpered. His fingers stopped instantly. He kissed her softly and withdrew his hand, looking down at her with care and concern as he pulled away; moving from her and giving her space.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, no longer touching her.
She shook her head, laughing a little as she pushed him down on the bed and shuffled to straddle him.
"I said wait Steve, not stop. I just want to do something." She paused as she brushed her fingers over his abs, still visible through the thin fabric of his vest. "Is that okay?"
"You're sure?"
Talia moved down the bed and pulled his trousers and boxers down. She stared at the length of him, thick and hard for her, and bit her lip.
"Mhmm."
Slowly, never breaking eye contact with him, Talia gripped the base of him gently. She slid her hand up the length of him and back down, and revelled in the way his head rolled back and his body tensed. His eyes closed and his breath came harder as she lowered her lips to him, kissing the tip of him before swirling her tongue around him. He groaned and she wrapped her mouth around his dick, taking him into her mouth and pushing down so that he hit the back of her throat. When she pulled back she heard him suck in a quick breath and she started to move faster; her lips tight around him as his fingers wrapped into her hair and her hand pumped and twisted.
"Talia." He moaned and she felt her insides tightening at the sound. "Shit Tal. Stop or I'm going to cum in your mouth."
She unsheathed her teeth and gently dragged them up the length of him and he shuddered. His fingers gripped her hair as he ripped her from him and her hand came up to wipe her mouth. She was dripping in saliva and traces of him and he stared at her with wide eyes as he sat up. He pulled her lips to his quickly, his hands moving to her waist as he lifted her, positioning her over himself before tearing the small cotton panties into shreds as he tore them from her body. Her tongue danced with his as she moved her hand to hold him, positioning him as she slowly lowered herself over him.
She could feel him brushing against her and she shivered. She pulled away from his kiss, watching him as she took him into her slowly. His eyes were glistening and wide and he stared at her with pure adoration. As her hips wiggled and her warmth enveloped him she moaned and Steve groaned.
"Tal."
She moved slowly, rising and falling on him as he held her and she sighed his name as his fingers squeezed her skin and he quivered beneath her.
"I remember everything." She whispered, the truth and joy of the knowledge that he was hers, that he had been hers since the moment they met, causing the blissful knot in her stomach to unravel and unwind. She cried out for him as she came and he felt her tighten and squeeze around him. Almost instantly he exploded inside her, filling her a she rode him, pulling every drop from him.
When she stilled he held her, his fingers writing love notes on her skin as he remained connected to her and her head lay on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed in the heady smell of love and sex and she sighed a small giggle against his skin.
"Runaway?"
She mumbled against his neck and he grinned lazily.
"Runaway? What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking," she whispered, "that we do that really, really well."
Steve chuckled as he stroked her hair before lifting her from him and placing her back on the bed. He twisted so that he was laying over her once more and placed soft kisses against her lips and neck.
"Yeah. We do that incredibly. But I believe I said there were thing I wanted to do to you. To celebrate."
His lips moved down to her breasts and Talia gasped as he bit her gently. Her skin prickled with excitement and Steve moved lower, shooting her a wink before he gripped her hips and flipped her over quickly, pushing her ass into the air as she yelped in surprise and running his tongue over the sticky, dripping mess of her. He was only getting started.