𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃| 𝐒. 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 |

seventeen*

ENGLAND
2018

It's been almost two years since Milana ran away with Steve, and she's having the time of her life. Even though they don't have much, they find comfort in each other. Right now, Milana is practicing her American accent with Sam, trying to get rid of her Sokovian undertone so that she can't be traced back to the Avenger she once was.

Steve comes into the living room and asks Sam, "Has Tony called?" He asks that question every day since they left, still caring about his old teammate.

Sam shakes his head. "No, man. Not today."

Steve sighs, sitting next to Milana and kissing her lightly. He whispers, "I can't wait for Sam to go out and get the groceries."

Milana rubs Steve's brand-new beard and asks him why. Steve puts his hand on her thigh, and that tells Milana all she needs to know. She smirks and says to Sam, "Hey, Sam, I'm in desperate need of some painkillers because of my cramps."

Sam, uncomfortable at the mention of cramps, practically bolts out the door to go shopping. As soon as he leaves, Steve and Milana seize the opportunity.

Milana, now more confident and assertive from their years together, presses herself against Steve. They share a deep, passionate kiss, hands exploring each other's bodies eagerly. Steve's hands slide under her shirt, pulling it off and revealing her bare skin. Milana's fingers work deftly on his belt, undoing it and pushing his pants down.

Steve lifts Milana effortlessly, carrying her to the couch and laying her down. He kisses down her neck, making her moan softly. Milana's fingers run through his hair, tugging gently as their kisses become more urgent. She flips them over, straddling him, her confidence shining through. Steve's hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as she grinds against him.

"God, Milana, you're amazing," Steve groans, his voice thick with desire.

"You like that, don't you?" Milana whispers back, her tone teasing.

They quickly discard the rest of their clothes, their bodies moving together in a rhythm they've perfected over the years. Milana rides Steve with a mix of dominance and passion, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Steve's hands roam over her body, gripping her thighs, caressing her breasts, and trailing up her back.

"Steve, I need you more." Milana pants, her voice filled with longing.

Steve flips them over again, pinning her beneath him as he thrusts into her powerfully, the couch squeaking with every move me makes. Milana's nails dig into his back, urging him on as their bodies move together in perfect sync. The intensity of their connection leaves them both breathless, lost in each other.

Suddenly, a phone starts ringing, but they ignore it, too caught up in their passion. The ringing stops, and they continue, reaching their climax together. They collapse onto the couch, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined.

Out of breath, Milana says, "Steve, I need to tell you something. It's kind of important."

Before she can continue, the phone starts ringing again. Steve, annoyed, gets up and answers it. "What is it?"

Milana watches, irritated that she couldn't tell Steve her big news. Steve's expression changes as he realizes the number belongs to Tony. Bruce is on the other end, rambling desperately. Steve struggles to understand but gathers enough to know that Tony is gone and they needed to protect Vision.

Steve relays the information to Milana, who starts to worry. "If there's someone after Vision, they'll probably go after Wanda too."

Steve looks at her, concerned. "What was it you wanted to tell me?"