The Blood Pact

Chapter 14: Run

Here we gooooo. No major warnings here as it escalates in the next chapter, just some mild sexual references for now. Reader is in TROUBLE, sorry to keep you hanging like this. Steve is being a cutie as always (I love their friendship and their little kitchen chats).
Hope you like! As always, love to read your comments and thank-you for taking the time to read.

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The night of the vampire party flew around quickly. You stood in the kitchen about an hour before it was due to start, washing the dishes after eating your dinner. Bucky was upstairs getting ready and you were feeling good in your favourite dress, ready for a girls night out with Nat and Wanda. You planned to crash on Wanda's couch and creep back to the house when the sun was up and it was officially vampire-free (apart from your snoozing boyfriend and his best friend, of course). You hadn't seen your friends properly for a while so were looking forward to some decent girl time with them both.

"Hey sweetie" Steve sang as he shot into the kitchen. He'd been rushing around since he got up, scrubbing at imaginary specks of dirt and ensuring everything was perfect for the big night.

"Hi Stevie" you replied as you put your clean dishes back in the cabinet. "Look, I'm all done – no evidence of human meals here".

He laughed. "Thanks 'hon. I promise I wasn't checking up on you. I actually wanted to ask if I could borrow your nice wine glasses tonight, you know the crystal ones?"

You eyed him suspiciously. "And...will you be drinking blood from these glasses?"

He shrugged, giving you a look that confirmed he absolutely would be.

"Steve...c'mon" you chastised. "You have loads of fancy antique ones. How can I enjoy my wine now when I know the glass was just filled to the brim with human blood?"

"Please! I'll buy you new ones, I promise" he pleaded. "And we don't fill to the brim, we have standards you know".

You both laughed and you rolled your eyes, waving your hands at him dismissively.

"Fine. But I want fancy new ones. No cheap TJ Maxx ones" you mock scolded.

Steve grinned, locking you into one of his trademark bearhugs. "You got it. Thank you!"

He began to take the glasses out of the cabinet as you wiped your hands and headed out the door to finish getting ready.

"Wait..." Steve called, his voice soft.

"What?" you asked as you spun to face him. "Don't say you want my cocktail glasses too..."

He shook his head, then leaned against the counter.

"I uh...hope you don't mind, but Buck mentioned you had asked about him turning you" he muttered quietly.

You nodded. "Uh huh...went down like a lead balloon" you laughed in an attempt to sound breezy, but it was strained.

"He told me what happened. I just wanted to check you were okay?" Steve watched you carefully.

"Yeah...I mean. I get it. He's looking out for me" you replied.

Steve nodded. "He is. I hope you know how much you mean to him. Him not wanting to do that...it doesn't change how he feels".

You smiled, unable to help the blush you felt spread over your cheeks and neck at how hearing that makes you feel. "Thanks Steve. He means a lot to me, too".

He smiled back before studying your face. "Tell me if I'm...out of line, but is any of this because of what I told you about me and Peggy?"

You flinched, surprised by his intuition.