Dark Arrow

Chapter Forty Three

I walked up to the house I hoped to god that Steve was there. After walking away from Tony, I needed him more than I wanted to admit. Even my knock on the door sounded defeated. Sam opened the door to his small house.

"Please tell me they're here."

"Yeah, come in."

He held out his hand helping me in. While I was physically unharmed, emotionally was a different story. His support was something I would never forget. He led me through the small living area with an open plan kitchen attached, walking towards a door to the left. He took my weapons from me.

"He's just cleaning up. I'm going to go find Buck and give you two some privacy." He gave me a small smile.

"Thanks Sam. For everything."

"Don't mention it."

I opened the door to the small bedroom. I could see Steve in the adjoining bathroom through the open door. Instantly I knew I was safe.

"Rain?" He called out as he spotted me.

I tried to give him a smile but it didn't reach my eyes. "Hey Vanilla." Even my voice was broken.

"Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "Not even a little bit."

He instantly came to my side, wrapping his arms around me. I knew I needed to talk about how I was feeling, but just for a moment I wanted to pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. As if we weren't in the middle of a complete shit storm.

"What happened?" He asked.

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, his own worry etched across his face.

"He can't forgive Bucky."

Steve sighed. "We knew that was going to be a possibility."

We walked over to the bed, I sat down as he crouched down in front of me.

"Doesn't make this any easier." I sighed, willing the tears not to fall. "I don't regret following you, but I've just lost my home and a good friend. It hurts."

"Hey," he tilted my face up to look at him. "No one would blame you for changing your mind."

I didn't want to change my mind, in my heart I knew I'd done the right thing. It wasn't Bucky's fault that the Winter Soldier had murdered Tony's parents. On this I couldn't support Tony.

"My conscience is clear Steve. Just give me some time to get used to this."

He placed his hand against my cheek, rubbing his thumb across my cheek bone.

"I'm here with you every step of the way."

"I know." I kissed the palm of his hand. "How are the lovebirds anyway?"

He chuckled. "If they're lovebirds, what does that make us?" He teased, pulling a smile from me.

"I'll get back to you on that Captain."

He pressed his lips against mine, pushing me gently onto the bed as he crawled over me. I hesitated for a moment, well aware that we were in Sam's home and not at the compound any longer. He picked up on it straight away.

"Why do you think Sam went out sweetheart?"

"Steven Grant Rogers, you are insatiable."

"Only for you."

We resumed our kiss, more passionately this time as he pinned my hands against the bed above my head. The familiar ache began to grow between my legs as he pressed his length down against me. I moaned slightly into his mouth, rolling my hips desperately needing the friction it caused.