Mornings fly faster than Quicksilver during heavy armour pursuit. Ultron and his robotic army destroyed at the expense of an entire town with thousands of graves newly housed and others left homeless.
Journalists across all channels swooped head first, forecasting the breaking news as devastating images and live footage of obliterated property and unidentifiable remains cluttered the small monitor screen. S.H.I.E.L.D recruits stared gnawing their fingernails raw, "The mission was a success." A voice arose randomly lacking conviction as previous enthusiasm dwindled viewing the pictures of destruction and disaster symbolic of Ultron's defeat.
Steve Rogers stood aside Natasha Romanoff, blood specked blonde hair damp with sweat and his patriotic shield stained with dirt and grime. Face marked with dry lesions and eyes tormented by stress and failure as the mission takes a toll.
The abandoned warehouse temporarily suited to our use quivered under the high winds emitted from a landing hovercraft overhead. Heavy thudding of the propellers slow to snail pace ceasing as wide brimmed metal doors creak open.
The Avengers headquarters falls silent in anticipation as five varying silhouettes appear standing aligned in the building entrance. My heart twists threatening lack of oxygen as I grip a vacant chair to keep balance.
Lights highlight a flexed square jaw, swollen with blue bruising contours Steve Rogers face, he heaves a deep breath swaying like a sailor's first day on land. "Mission accomplished." He smirks, agent Romanoff pats his shoulder offering the tiniest smile humanly possible. A small silence subsides as the S.H.I.E.L.D agents cheer in unison savagely preparing the required equipment necessary to heal the Avengers of their wounds.
Jogging past the gawking crowd my thoughts disperse and the world slowed to nothing when Steve met my eyes, a joyous tear threatening to flood my face. "(Y/N)!" He pats off the industrious hand attending to his wounds, every stride longer and faster than mine.
"Steve!" I jump raising my legs and trusting his security as fibrous arms support my weight burying my head in his neck inhaling a metallic scent. He winces proceeding to stroke my hair smoothing tangled ends, I kiss his cheek free of worry and regret in his herculean presence.
Peppered kisses blanket my cheek, nose and forehead. "I'm ok. We're ok?" Steve stared into my eyes, searching for the answer. "Absotively." Surging love and thirty four hours without sleep equals made up words. Steve smirked realizing the mistake, "(Y/N) the word maker, beats Einstein any day." I smile conscious of our affectionate display.
Nicholas Sparks' stories will fail to exceed the real drama experienced in my life, countless missions and attempted death attacks structure and strengthen our testing relationship. Steve's kiss is time consuming, I savor the sweet taste tangling fingers in his damp hair as he sets my feet on the concrete floors. I fight his persistence pulling free of his lips, "I missed you." My courageous admittance meant the world to him, his eyes flickered with admiration mirroring my own.
S.H.I.E.L.D agents continue their business routines ignoring our intimate actions, "Better behind closed doors maybe?" I suggest guiding Steve past nurses and directors in an inconspicuous matter.
Sneaking among cornered display shelves the isolation prevented visual observation from all angles, I trailed two fingers over his chest admiring his hulk figure kissing him desperately.
Steve twisted the diamond ring on my finger smoothing a thumb on my sensitive cheeks. "I love you (Y/N)." He whispers against my lips, slight nausea disturbing my abdomen. I pull apart abrupt and frightened, "(Y/N)? What is it?" His voice is encouraging, my knowledge will gravely effect us both in different ways. Mentally I prepare myself for and ungrateful reaction.
Tears spill along my temple, I grip his hand and place it atop my minuscule stomach bump confusion etched in his eyebrows. "Steve, you're gonna be a father." I exclaim, he falls silent. Swallowing multiple times stunned like a statue. "In how many months?" He asked. "Seven." I reply. An unexpected smile of pride lights his injured face. Disbelief and excitement causes a nervous laugh from him as his bear hug spreads love through my tired body.
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