Six (Captain America)

"Six" part 5: Don't Fear the Reaper

Steve had pulled Six under the awning as the rain began to pour down, but she'd still gotten pretty soaked.

"Damn, that hit fast." He murmured. The overhang barely covered the both of them; he'd backed up towards the door to make room for his companion, and swiftly removed his brown leather jacket, draping it over her shoulders and pulling it tightly around her. He noticed they were pretty close; he also noticed he didn't seem to mind. At all. In fact, he was kind of intrigued.

"Yes, it did." Six replied quietly.

He knew it wasn't a good idea. He wasn't over Peggy, and probably never really would be. Six didn't even know who she was yet and was just beginning to get her bearings on the world. But she seemed to do whatever she wanted in general, and right now it really seemed like she wanted Steve. And as much as he knew he was playing with fire, he wasn't going to object. He was tired of always being the level headed one. Always thinking things through. He wanted to just live a little bit, do something daring, see where something went rather than plan the entire thing out. He had to admit, he was attracted to her. At first she'd been intriguing; a mystery, a puzzle to solve. She'd quickly become a complexity he couldn't resist. At some point it had turned to attraction, he wasn't sure when. Maybe the entire time, and he'd been talking himself out of it? He really couldn't be sure. But as Six stepped closer to him and put her hands on his chest, he knew he was sunk. It was probably going to be messy, but it was definitely going to happen.

"This is probably a bad idea." He whispered. He tentatively slid his hands up her back, enveloping her in his arms. She didn't back away; she moved closer. He was looking directly into her eyes, and the gaze that met his was strong and determined.

"Probably it is." She leaned up and kissed him, quicker than he'd anticipated. It took him a second to register what was happening. He'd honestly thought he'd have to be the one making the first move. But she'd taken matters into her own hands. He fell easily into the kiss. It had been a while since he'd done this with anyone. Natasha when they were undercover on the escalator, and that had been kind of weird but not entirely unpleasant. A woman named Tanya who he'd gone out with a few times. But it had been months, and this was, well, it was different.

He had just made himself stop thinking so damned much about what a bad idea it probably was, and was really beginning to enjoy himself. He'd drawn her in even closer, and her hands grasped his neck and everywhere she touched was like fire. It was spectacular; and then something hit them from behind and tossed them unceremoniously into the rain.

"Hey Steve, Six, we gotta go. Maria said some information just came through from the CIA and-" Bucky stopped short as he came outside. The door had shoved them both out into the weather, and Bucky stood under the awning, dumbstruck. He narrowed his eyes, first at Six and then at Steve. "What were you guys just doing?"

"Kissing." Steve stated truthfully.

"Nothing." Six answered, though they obviously weren't doing nothing. They still had their arms wrapped around each other and were staring back at Bucky like deer caught in headlights. She turned and gave Steve a look like he'd just said the dumbest thing ever. Which he realized he sort of had, but he wasn't going to lie to his best friend, who had seen them kissing and really didn't have to even ask. Bucky stalked back into the bar, letting the door shut. Steve glanced sheepishly at Six.

"He's mad." Six pointed out.

"Yeah, he is." Steve sighed, pulling them both back under the roof out of the rain. He wasn't sure whether Bucky was mad at Six for kissing him, or mad at him for kissing Six. Probably both. Bucky had a hang up about Six that he was going to have to deal with at some point. He had to admit, Six also had a problem with Bucky. There was bad blood.