Dark Arrow

Chapter Eighteen

The feeling of kisses being placed over my back woke me, with a smile I turned my head to look at Steve. He placed a soft kiss to my lips, not caring that we both had horrendous morning breath.

"At least you didn't run this time." He teased, his voice still husky from sleep.

I rolled over to face him, propping my head up on my hand. "We're in my room, where am I going to go?" It was a poor excuse at best. We both knew, if I wanted to run I would've done it regardless of where we were. The truth was that it had been a long time since I'd slept the whole night through.

He raised his eyebrow at me. "What did I say last night about the attitude?"

"That it won't get me what I want." I smirked, moving closer to him. His arm wrapped around my waist as he laid against the pillows looking up at me. I looked down at him, feeling nothing but content. He was slowly pulling my walls down brick by brick and was powerless to stop it.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Exactly. So how does breakfast away from the compound sound. Just us."

"As nice as that sounds I've got a meeting with Fury today."

"Dinner then?"

I smirked down at him, ignoring the way my heart fluttered at his offer. "You asking me on a date there Cap?" I teased him, kissing the tip of his nose.

"That depends on your answer."

"If I say no?" Not that I had any intention of saying no, but he didn't need to know that. I had to keep some secrets from him, and having him know how excited I'd become about seeing more of him was one of them secrets.

He thought about his answer, his mouth twisting slightly. "Then I tell you it's just friends sharing a meal."

I climbed onto his lap, his hands swiftly going to my hips. "And if I say yes?"

"Then we can always pick up where we left off last night." He moved me against him, I could feel his length beginning to harden underneath me.

I brought my lips down to hover just above his. "I'm not totally opposed to the idea, I may need reminding though." I teased, not quite bringing my lips close enough for him to kiss but enough to have our noses touching. I was playing a dangerous game by teasing him, but I couldn't seem to help myself.

"With pleasure." He growled before rolling me underneath him. He wasted no time in sliding his hand between my legs as his lips met mine. His fingers swiftly working their magic. I rolled my hips as he moved down to my breast, taking a nipple in his mouth, grazing his teeth over the hardened bud.

"Steve, please. I need you." Never in my life had I begged in the way I had in the last twenty four hours. It was like I couldn't get enough of him.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" He asked as he slipped two fingers in my already wet core. "You like this with everyone, or is this especially for me?" There was a hint of jealousy to his voice, which only seemed to make my need for him worse.

"Just you, always for you."

My answer seemed to please him as he lined himself up with me before sliding into me. The sting of him stretching me was an amazing kind of pain, one I doubted that I'd ever get used to. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper. I knew I wasn't going to last and by the look on his face, neither was he.

"You fit around me so perfectly Rain, I never want to stop." The admission was like fuel to the fire. I clenched around him, feeling the knot in my stomach growing with each movement of his hips.

When it snapped I cried out, arching my back as he found his own release. The look on his face was like heaven, knowing I'd caused America's golden boy lose all form of control. It made my orgasm that much more intense.

I knew in that moment that I was falling hard and fast for him. I wasn't sure what we were or if he felt the same. It didn't matter. While I still wasn't a fan of Captain America, Steve Rogers was a man I could see myself falling in love with. I didn't want to stop it. Instead I wanted to let it consume me.

***

I'd barely made it out of my extremely pointless meeting with Nick before I was accosted by Nat.
"Drinks. Now." She ordered before marching me away to the bar. I was meant to be meeting Steve for dinner so I sent him a quick text letting him know I'd have to reschedule. When I explained that it was because of  Nat he soon understood it wasn't something I could get out of too easily.

As we sat down at the bar she immediately started questioning me. I had no idea how Steve had managed to deal with it during a mission, it was hard enough just trying to keep a straight face around her.

"There's nothing going on Nat." I tried to convince her again.

She rolled her eyes over her shoulder at me. "You're an awful liar Rain."

"No I'm not."

Yes I am.

"There's nothing going on between me and Steve."

"So why are you spending so much time with him all of a sudden?" Her tone switched from accusatory to curious. I knew she cared and only wanted what was best for both me and Steve, but I couldn't tell her what was going on until I figured that out for myself.

Thankfully what I was about to tell her wasn't a complete lie. "Fury is putting us on another mission together." Why he felt the need to push us together again was beyond me. We were just starting to turn a corner, this could de-rail everything.

"Try and get along this time," she half teases smirking over her bottle of beer at me.

"No promises."

Thankfully she dropped the subject pretty quickly after that, either giving up or realising I was too stubborn to give her what she wanted. We spent the rest of the night laughing and joking together. It had been a while since it had been just the two of us and I was enjoying every second of it. So much so that I barely remember Bucky carrying me up to bed when I became too tired to keep my eyes open.

The bed felt empty without him there, I thought about going to seek Steve out wondering if he was feeling the same way, but I thought better of it.

Sleep didn't come easy that night, the night terrors coming in thick and fast, one particular one plagued me. The day I lost my hearing.

I couldn't of been more than eight years old, we were scoping out what was supposed to be an abandoned SHIELD facility. Clint laid on the ground next to me, both of us had our makeshift bows on our backs, the sun beating down on us.

"You sure about this? If there are people in there it could go wrong."

It had just been the two of us for a few months Mom was in jail, again. This time there was no guarantee she was getting out. I hoped that if we stole something of a good value that we could get enough money to get her out. It was worth a try, hopefully then she'd think I was good enough. Maybe she'll be proud.

"We have to try Clint, she's our Mom." My voice broke.

"Hey little Raindrop, look at me." I glanced over my shoulder at him. "We have each other. That's all we need."

I wished I'd listened to him, if I had known what was coming then maybe I would have.

As I crawled through the vents I could hear voices. Voices that weren't supposed to be there. I didn't let it deter me, completely ignoring what they were saying. My first mistake.
I carried on through the vents, aiming for the locked room at the end of the warehouse. Clint was keeping watch, he was too big for the vents now.

Just before I reached where I needed to go, there was a loud countdown. I froze, not knowing what to do. When they reached one, a loud explosion sounded around the room, my ears ringing. I tried to cry out but no sound came out. At least that's what I thought.
Immediately someone was trying to pull me from the vent, I shot an arrow at his hand before getting out of there as quickly as I could.

When I landed on the ground where Clint was waiting, the tears streamed down my face. He was talking to me but I couldn't hear him. The blast had damaged my ears beyond repair. Something I'd never recover from. It was also the first time I'd met Nick Fury, a meeting that changed my life completely.