𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃| 𝐒. 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 |

nine

Almost another month has passed since Milana and Steve's first proper kiss, and ever since then, the pair just couldn't seem to stop. 

Every moment they got, Steve and Milana were finding new places in the compound to sneak around and make out, never taking it any further than that out of fear. Fear that the other wouldn't want to do the same, and just anxiety in general. 

"Steve, we have to go." Milana breathes out, backing away from the super soldier slightly. "The others will wonder where we've gone."

"We told them we were grabbing combat dummies, right?" The blond replies, brows furrowing in disappointment. 

Milana chuckles airly, escaping Steve's comforting grip and fixing the creases in her training clothes. "Yes, but that doesn't take almost twenty minutes. They'll know something's up for sure."

Annoyed that he has to stop making out with the Maximoff girl, Steve huffs and stands up straight, smoothing out his own shirt. "Alright, alright. Let's head out now."

"Wait." Milana puts a hand on his hard chest as they're about to leave the room. 

She uses her powers to take control of Steve, leaning his neck downwards so that she's able to give him another quick kiss comfortably. 

"You do know you can just tell me that you want to kiss me without using me as your personal voodoo doll." The solider laughs, holding her head in her hands, kissing her one more time. "You know I'll always say yes."

Milana bites her bottom lip, looking at the ground. "Sorry, force of habit. Anyway, let's get moving."

The pair make their way back into the training room with the others, who all turn to look at Milana and Steve as they enter. Sam gives Steve a smirk, nodding slowly as Steve makes his way towards his friend. 

"What?" The solider asks, a small smile on his face. 

Sam wipes a bit off lip gloss away from Steve's chin, holding it up on his pointer finger as evidence. "Smooth, man. So smooth."

"Alright." Steve laughs lowly, putting Sam's finger down. "I don't want everyone knowing, okay? You're doing a good job with keeping the secret, don't spoil it now."

"What secret?" Sam winces, looking from side to side.

Steve's jaw clenches slightly. "The secret I told you to keep that night me and Milana went out? Who did you tell, man?"

"Who didn't I tell?" Sam snorts, earning a punch on the arm from his friend. "Hey, I was kidding! Plus, it's nothing that they wouldn't already know. Ever since Milana got here, you've been all over her! Why don't you want to brag about it again?"

"Because," Steve turns around to glance at Milana and Natasha beginning to spar. "I don't need people thinking about her like that. I want people to have their impressions of her based on who she is, not because we're...doing things together."

Sam nods. "Understandable. What is it exactly that the two of you do?"

"We just...kiss." Steve shrugs, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "Nothing crazy."

"Just kissing?" Sam asks skeptically, noticing the way Steve is practically drooling while watching Milana continue to spar with Natasha. "Yeah, right."

"I'm telling the truth." Steve crosses his arms, keeping his eyes on the Maximoff girl. "Even if we were doing more, I wouldn't tell you. I'm a gentleman, remember?"

Steve then quiets down, allowing him to properly focus on the fight, knowing that what he's thinking about is anything but gentlemanly. 

Her long, dark curls are tied back in a high ponytail, though a few loose strands cling to her damp forehead. She wears a fitted tank top that hugs her curves, and her toned arms and shoulders glisten with a sheen of sweat. Her leggings move seamlessly with her, showcasing the strength in her legs. Her face, flushed from exertion, highlights her high cheekbones and full lips, which are slightly parted as she catches her breath.