Lost: Sequel to Invisible

Chapter Six

A/N: Okay, so this is definitely what I consider a filler chapter, but it is filled with cute little moments so, I tried, haha. Things will pick up in coming chapters, just so you know! As a reminder, the only character I own is Sage! Enjoy.

"You're hogging the entire bed."

"No I'm not. Besides, you have way more blanket than I do."

I couldn't help but laugh at ourselves. It was a late Saturday morning filled with absolutely no motivation to leave the comfort of my bed. Steve was on the opposite side of me, trying to tug the blankets back, an obvious smile on his face. I put up a fair fight but he managed to pull it right out of my hands.

"Scoot over, soldier." I complained, curling up next to him. It had been a few weeks since our date, which led to more dates and even the occasional sleep over. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling relatively comfortable.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked, his words murmurs as he kissed the top of my head. I shrugged lazily.

"I don't care." I replied honestly. It was just one of those days were I literally wanted to do nothing. The content kind of nothing where you didn't feel the need to do anything, there wasn't anything that needed to be done, so why bother actually doing anything?

"How about a day in, then? Movies on the couch?" he questioned me. I grinned childishly.

"That sounds kind of perfect." I answered.

An hour later we were comfortably sitting on opposite ends of the couch, our legs laying haphazardly on the cushions. There was a brief discussion over what movie to watch, seeing as most of the ones I owned Steve had never even heard of. But the second he saw I had The Wizard of Oz, it was practically. I rested my head on the arm of the couch, settling into watch the classic. We watched the first few minutes in silence, up until the twister part.

"Wouldn't it be great if the biggest problem we faced was a tornado?" Steve questioned randomly. It caught me off-guard and I turned to glance up at him.

"What do you mean?" I said, arching a brow.

"Never mind, it's nothing." he said quickly with a shake of his head.

"Do you mean Shield?" I asked, pausing the movie.

"Shield, the Avengers....has it ever occurred to you how difficult it all is? They expect us to go and fight for them, but they never actually tell us anything. We do what we're told without even understanding why." he said.

"It is hard," I concurred, "But it also has to be done. I've told you before, I would never completely trust Shield. They have their secrets like everybody else. But, for the most part, they're the only ones who at least have good intentions in mind. They want to protect the world, not conquer it. And if that means not telling agents what's going on sometimes, there's nothing we can do about it. I get that trying to keep an entire planet from being demolished every five seconds is a task, but it's just the way it is."

I watched as that sunk in for Steve, his jaw clenching in thought. Then he nodded.

"You're right...as usual." he agreed after a moment, a small smile on his face.

"Now shut up and watch the movie." I laughed, pressing play and changing spots so I could sit with him. For the rest of the film, we talked easily back and forth, making a joke or two. As the end credits began to roll, Steve glanced down at me.

"I really like you." he stated, as if it was the most obvious, well-known fact in the world.

"God, I'd hope so. If you didn't, it would have made this next part really awkward." I said, leaning up to kiss him hard on the mouth. I could feel him smiling as I did so and I didn't think I could remember a time when things were going so great.

*

I pound on the punching bag as hard as I could, my knuckles screaming for me to stop, but I ignored it and went for another hit. Training with Captain America was one of the most difficult things I had ever done. My entire workout was his warm-up.

"Need a break, Caruso?" he asked from behind me, completely demolishing his own punching bag. He literally brought his own, seeing as any gym would be upset to find all of their equipment destroyed. I just rolled my eyes as the sand from his bag littered the ground.

"Why you getting tired?" I replied, a smirk settling on my face.

"Just getting started." he replied, hammering away at the bag. Two could play that game.

I began throwing in some jabs that, I hope, would catch his attention. Faster and harder, I pretended that it was nothing more than a mission. Self-defense tactics, basic punches. Simple, but effective enough to take someone twice my size down. That was the best part about being an agent, you know you can protect yourself from harm most of the time. It had been a few weeks since Shield even notified me. Apparently, Nat and Clint's mission was taking longer than expected and until the time we were back, I was officially off duty. They still paid me and everything, and I got a lot of free-time with Steve, which was great, but I did miss it. I liked being out in the field, stopping bad guys and all that. It had become my life over the past months and it felt wrong not to be doing any of it. Life felt like it was on pause. And the fact Clint and Nat were taking so long genuinely surprised me. They were the best in the business, shouldn't they be back by now? The idea of anything happening made me uneasy...

"Call it quits for today?" Steve asked, suddenly behind me. I glanced at the piles of sand and ripped fabric that lined the wooden floor of the gym, snorting a laugh.

"Show off." I teased, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

I gathered my bag and a bottle of water, leaning against the wall as Steve searched the place for a broom. He felt bad for leaving a mess and didn't want anyone to clean up after him. I grinned, wondering how someone could be so strong but so nice. Then I remembered he wasn't always tough, but he was always good.

"Ready?" he asked me after cleaning up, leaning the broom against the wall.

"Ready." I smiled up at him, nodding and reaching for his hand. He grinned in return as we headed out of the gym, off to do who knows what.