Cornelia Street - Avengers

Happiness

April, 2018

(Teach Me How To Love You, Shawn Mendes)

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Everyone had planned a welcome home party for both Steve and Lucia, as well as a sendoff for Bruce, who was going off in search of Thor for answers as to the strange origin of the voice in Lucia's visions, as well as the origin of the darkening of Bethany's hands. 

The redhead heard a knock on her tower bedroom door, and she peeked out of her bathroom where she was doing her hair and makeup but didn't come fully out. Considering she was still in her towel after taking a shower.

"Beth?" She called out, hoping it was her and not the person that she specifically asked to stay away from until the party. She heard a slight thump of what she was assuming was a head against the door.

"It's me," came a muffled voice, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Steve," she said, letting out a deep breath. When they got here, she told him they needed to shower and get ready in separate rooms, otherwise, she knew they would probably get caught up doing other things, given they hadn't seen each other in months and would never get to the party. Which was literally being thrown for them. 

Putting on a robe to cover herself up more, she rushed over, worried that he was going to get caught before she remembered, they didn't have to do that anymore. It was definitely going to take some getting used to.

She opened the door, seeing Steve slouched against it, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, with his slacks and dress shirt in his right hand. He gave her a guilty look.

"Seriously?" She asked, resting her hand on her hip, and giving him a scolding look.

He pouted his lips, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. "I missed you."

And in a second her heart completely melted, and she forgot why she was ever even upset. Reaching forward she grabbed his arm, pulling him in. He chuckled as he got closer, immediately putting his hand on her cheek, and leaning in to press his lips against hers.

"I'm sorry," he said, pulling away. "But after a week of having you at my side all day and night, I'm having withdrawals."

She shook her head as he attempted to pull her back into his chest. Lucia put up a small forcefield against his chest in order to push him back, knowing they were about three seconds from taking things too far. "You're not breaking me that easily Rogers," she said, backing away from him. "You can get changed out here, I'll change in the bathroom."

He gave her an annoyed look as she headed into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it in case he tried anything. Not ten seconds after she took off her robe, she dropped her towel, and she heard the doorknob shake.

"Dammit," he mumbled, before walking away. She knew him too well.

Quickly putting on the dress Nat had bought for her, she wanted to get changed before he tried to break down the door. 

She could hear him changing on the other side, so she was hoping he was finally calming down. Her hair had turned a deeper auburn from being in the Georgia sun, and she pinned its curls in a bun above her head, pieces framing her face.

Her lips were a darker rouge, painted to perfection with a bold lash to match. She gave him a minute before unlocking the door and stepping out, needing him to help her with her dress. It was a simple red dress, silk and low cut, skintight with thin straps, ending just above below the ankle.

"Zip me up," she said, turning her back to him. But she was left waiting for a few seconds with no response or movement from him. "Steve?" She questioned, turning around. She found him at her bedside, shirtless and only in his slacks. And as amazing as that sight was, what really caught her off guard was the way he was looking at her. "You look handsome," she whispered, her throat hoarse under his intensity. There was almost disbelief in his eyes as he stared at her, and she couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him.