Sorrento, Italy - 2016 (Present)
Victor was a light sleeper but he was exhausted, so he heard when Steve got out of bed and entered the bathroom, but the agent just rolled to his side hugging a loose pillow. Probably another forty minutes passed before he heard a soft giggle and felt the warm sunlight warming his face as well as Steve's soft fingers brushing his cheek - Good morning - Steve said smiling, Victor yawned and slowly opened his eyes getting used to the bright light invading the room - Hello - The agent spoke sitting up.
- I've ordered us breakfast - Steve said pointing to a round table set up right in front of the balcony doors. The table was covered in different types of bread, pastries, fruits, juices, and jams, Victor turned in bed putting his feet to the side, getting up, and kissing Steve - Thank you - Victor whispered holding Steve's face for few seconds, and enjoying the sight of the deep blue eyes.
The couple walked to the table and ate together talking about trivial stuff until their conversation was stopped by Victor's phone buzzing - It has been doing that for a while - Steve said taking another sip of his coffee. Victor got up and walked towards the bathroom where he had left his phone charging. The male saw 5 messages from Natasha and decided to call her back - Hey Nat, is everything okay? - Victor spoke walking back into the room and heading towards the breakfast table - Hey, yeah, sorry for disturbing you guys, how are things there? - The woman asked.
Steve grabbed Victor and sat him on his lap while he talked on the phone with the spy - Oh everything is amazing but I'll fill you in on the details once we meet - The agent said making a face towards Steve as he felt the soldier grabbing his ass - So, do you need anything? - Victor added - Yes, is Steve there? Can you put me on speaker? - Natasha asked and Victor placed his phone on the table switching the call to a video chat - You guys look hot - Natasha said as her face was being projected a few inches above Victor's phone.
- I'm so sorry for bringing this up and interrupting you guys - Natasha spoke apologetically - But we have a match for Sargent Barnes and you guys are closer to his location than any other team how about you guys go on a mission? - Nat asked smiling. Steve was frozen for a few seconds trying to process the information and Victor got up from the supersoldier's lap to a peach that was on the other side of the table - You are limping - Natasha spoke after laughing uncontrollably for almost a minute - And you are not 'cause no one is fucking you - Victor shot back and the smile on Natasha's lips disappeared - Whatever - She said.
- Send the information on Bucky to us, but keep it off the radar, I don't want anyone else on it - Steve said - Sending it to Victor as we speak - The woman said typing on her computer - Is there any safehouse around here? - Victor asked - Yep, sending the info about it too - The redheaded added - Alright lovebirds, I'll be here if you guys need anything. But I'd tell you, guys, to hurry, this guy is a professional at hiding - Natasha said and ended the call - You heard the woman - Victor said getting up and stripping to get inside the shower - We better shower together to optimize time - Victor laughed hopping inside of the shower.
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After a quickie in the shower, the couple suited up and threw some baggy civilian clothes over their suits to keep a low profile, Victor called one of the cabs parked in front of the hotel and gave instructions to the driver in Italian as Steve watched the scene with a smile on his face. It was a forty-minute drive toward the interior of the country until the driver parked in front of what seemed to be an abandoned factory - Sei sicuro che questo sia l'indirizzo? - The driver asked a bit disturbed - Si Signore, grazie - Victor spoke in the car and handed the driver the money for the drive plus a generous tip.
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