Worship Her - Steve Rogers (AU)

Chapter 24

He felt himself explode inside of her, then rolling off and collapsing beside her. "You didn't finish..." Steve said as he caught his breath. That hadn't happened before, especially when it came to them.

"Sorry..." Maggie said and turned over, her back to him. "Just wasn't feeling it tonight".

He sighed and stared at the ceiling. "It's ok..."

"No it's not - and you know it". She half snapped bitterly before quietly muttering to herself, "I hate feeling like this".

He now reached for her and rolled her back over to face him, giving her a long kiss before getting up and crossing the room to where and unopened bottle of whiskey was on the table. Collecting a couple of glasses he poured some of the contents into both and then passed one of them to her. "C'mon, it'll help you forget for a while".

Taking the glass she drank some and noted the time. "It's 10am".

Steve shrugged this off. "5 o'clock somewhere - trust me Magpie. I wouldn't say it would help if it didn't".

She was beyond giving a damn and now drank some more. He was right. If it would help her forget then it was worth it.

The last couple of months hadn't been great, Steve was always busy with recording, interviews, photo shoots. The album was about to release, which meant that promotion of all sorts was off the scale if Asgard were to secure another best seller. She spent most of her time alone or with Wanda if she was around.

Soon they'd be heading off on tour again...

"I'm sorry..." She said again.

Steve simply passed her a cigarette, not even risking telling her that he had some coke hidden behind the pipes in the bathroom cabinet if she wanted it. He knew she could certainly use it though - take away the hurt she still felt.

"Perhaps you should talk to the doc".

"Perhaps you should go to rehab, but we both know that ain't happening". She fired back after lighting up, then getting out of bed and throwing on her robe.

He sat back against the headboard, contemplating on just whacking the drugs out and doing them there and then. "I'm not getting into this with you - not now".

She muttered something that he couldn't quite hear before storming out of the room. This whole thing with Rumlow had made her mood shift. One moment she was emotional, the next she was angry. He didn't know where he stood with her currently, no matter how much he tried to divert her attention to other things. Such as sex.

"Fuck this". He muttered and got up, throwing his clothes on and finishing his drink - then heading down to the garage to grab the keys to his bike.

"Where are you going?" She snapped as she saw him make for the door.

"Out, so I don't have to deal with your split personality bullshit". he threw back, leaving through the garage.

By the way they were going, and if they were to continue? They were heading for divorce before they'd even made it a year. Perhaps they had made a mistake, but it would make him learn his lesson for sure. Right now he was too pissed off to contemplate their future. He needed to get out.

Maggie furiously watched him go before throwing the glass at the wall, sending it smashing into pieces.

It was all falling apart, and so were they.

**

"So what happened?" Bucky asked as the pair sat and drank by his pool, Steve deciding that apart from his thinking spot, it was the only other place that he could go.

He ran a hand through his hair. "It's going to shit Buck, this whole thing with Rumlow? It's changed her - particularly over the last month or so. One minute she blows hot, next it's cold".

"S'pose you'd rather she'd just blow you and that would be it". Bucky smirked and sat back on his chair. "She tried talking to anyone?"

Steve shook his head. "Like fuck she'd even dream about opening up to anyone. She don't even tell me nothing as it is. Hell, I couldn't even make her cum this morning!".

Bucky winced. "Yikes. That ain't good".

"I know, tried every way possible and she still just lay there. Is it bad that part me of me thankful that we're heading out on tour soon?".

"The break apart might do you guys some good".

"Or just break us". Steve ran his hands down his face. "I need a line, anything, and girls. Lots of them"

Bucky chucked him a container with some pills. "Not a line but will they do? I can help out with the girls. Got some in the book of dreams". He now waved his little book around that contained the addresses and numbers of groupies. "I'll call Rocket and Thor - let's just have a giant fuck off party with women - just like we usually do. Maggie don't have to know nothing".

"She'll know, she's like a bloodhound - especially if I turn up tomorrow looking like shit".

"So? You can just say we were up all night drinking and you crashed on the couch because you wanted time. She can't argue with that".

"This is Maggie. Everything is an argument lately - but whatever, I don't care. Start calling people". Steve now waved it off and took the pills with his drink, while Bucky went to make the calls to their band mates and groupies. 

Whatever Maggie thought of him the next day, he didn't care. He already had said to her time after time again that he wouldn't really change. And now that seemed apparent.