It's a promise

Chapter 21

Rylee's POV

'What did you and Bucky do on his birthday when you both grew up here?' I was lying next to Steve on the couch. I wore one of his shirts and we got the blankets out of the bedroom and cuddled up in the living room to finally watch the movie we wanted to watch yesterday. He made some popcorn and later we would order some food.

'This.' I looked at him with a slightly shocked expression. What did he mean with this? He saw my wide eyes.

'Not this.' He started to chuckle when he looked down at me and was pointing at us. 'You and your dirty mind. I was talking about movies not having sex.'

'Oh... Good to know' I smiled embarrassingly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

'You really thought that Bucky and I...?' I was hiding my face in his chest. I didn't even know where this sudden thought came from.

'You thought Nat and I did it.'

'Because you made me believe it, not because I was thinking about it before.' He was right. This is so embarrassing.

'And you and Nat were a thing once so there could be a possibility for you and Bucky as well.' I made this worse. Steve was looking deep in my eyes like he wanted to read my mind.

'Is it still bothering you?'

'No. Not really.' That was true. At the moment it didn't bother me but I was overthinking everything at some point and my anxiety could get the worst out of it. He needed to know how my brain was working when I wanted this relationship to work. 'But I cannot promise you that it will not happen in the future. Not that I don't trust you because I do. But I can't really trust my own thoughts sometimes.'

'When that happens, talk to me.' He smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I just felt safe when I was with him. I nodded. It was easier to open up to him every time. Not easy but easier and every day with him I started to stop overthinking.

We started the movie and this time it was finally Casablanca and no horror movie. It was such a great movie and I loved it. We ate the popcorn and we drank some grape juice out of the wine glasses Steve bought so they had one function at least. The red wine from yesterday went directly into the sink drain. I really doubt Pepper's taste right now. We decided to order some Chinese food and we didn't move to the kitchen and just stayed in the living room.

Steve offered that we could go out and have a classic date at a restaurant after his cooking disaster yesterday but I preferred to stay inside. I wanted to stay in our bubble a little longer before I needed to leave the next day. And the next day came too soon.

We were both standing at my car and Steve just put my bag in the trunk. Steve hugged me one last time and gave me a passionate kiss which made me wish we could get back into his bed. I would maybe need a wheelchair after one more night with him but that would be worth it. I got myself behind the steering wheel before I really would stay here. One last glance towards him and I drove back to Washington. I didn't have the feeling of driving home. I felt like I left it.

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The next weeks were as stressful as before I had my days off especially because of Chad. He didn't talk to Adam yet which I kinda assumed after our last conversation but he waited and we did it together. But after that Adam made us official partners not only for the task force but for every other case we would work on. Until now I never had a steady partner and now I had the worst one possible.

'Irina Arinova, Isabella Fernández, Giselle Laurent, Hanna Schulz, Olivia Brown, Karen Johnson' I looked at the six fake IDs and passports in my hands. All from different countries and with names who were very common in each country. Russian, Spanish, French, German, Canadian and American.