Beyond Saving Bucky

But....also had to one-up Steve

Steve's POV:

I awake the next morning, back in my suite. Instinctively, I reach beside me, only to find empty sheets. I sit up, looking around the room for her, when I hear the shower turn off. A smile spreads across my face as I realize she's still here.

A few moments later, the bathroom door opens, and Olivia emerges, her hair damp and clad in only a towel. Her gaze meets mine, and she grins as she gallops to the bed.

"Hiya, gorgeous," she coos as she hops onto my lap.

"Hiya back," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"I didn't want to wake you," she says, leaning in to give me a quick kiss.

"You could have," I reply.

"Yeah, but you're so cute when you're sleeping," she says with a grin.

I chuckle, pulling her closer.

"Thank you again for last night, Steve. It was...amazing."

"You're amazing," I reply, staring into her eyes. They really are beautiful. One blue, the other brown with touches of green. "I love you," I say, putting all my emotions behind my words.

"I love you," she echoes, her eyes softening. "But you have to get that perfect ass up. It's time for breakfast."

I laugh, feeling a rush of warmth and happiness. "Alright, alright. But only because you asked so nicely."

She smirks, sliding off my lap and standing beside the bed. "I'll make us some coffee while you get ready."

I watch her for a moment, appreciating the way she moves, the way she brightens the room with just her presence. "Deal," I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

As I stand up and stretch, Olivia heads to the kitchenette, humming a tune under her breath. I gather my clothes and head to the bathroom, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the air. The events of last night play through my mind, and I can't help but smile at the memory.

After a quick shower, I dress and make my way to the kitchen. Olivia is already pouring coffee into two mugs, her back to me. I wrap my arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck.

"Mmm, that smells good," I murmur.

"Just the way you like it," she replies, turning her head to kiss me on the cheek. "Ok, I need to go get dressed. But I'll see you at breakfast?" she asks, her eyes twinkling.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a bit," I reply, taking a sip of coffee and savoring the warmth.

"Ok. Love you," she says, moving towards the door with a soft smile.

"Love you," I respond, my heart swelling as I watch her go.

She pauses for a moment at the door, looking back at me with that familiar affectionate gaze that always makes my chest tighten. Then she slips out, leaving the room with a gentle click of the door.

I sit there for a moment, letting the quiet settle around me. The aroma of coffee mingles with the fading scent of her shampoo, and I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. I think about how much she's changed my life. Every day feels brighter, more meaningful, because of her. I smile to myself, already looking forward to seeing her at breakfast.

I make my way down to the kitchen, greeting the team as I enter. Olivia is already there with Bucky, snuggled up to his shoulder.

"Morning, punk," Bucky quips at me, and I can't help but laugh.

"Morning, jerk," I reply as my gaze lands on Tony, who is standing at the island making a cup of coffee. He subtly nods his head, a silent gesture for me to come to him.