Welcome to the 21st Century, Captain.

Chapter 12 (Part 2)

Elena POV




"I think I can help with that," said Thor as he stood up and smiled. Everyone just gave him a questioning look, even Director Fury.




"What do you mean, Shakespeare?" Tony said as he leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head and kicking his feet up on the table. His dark sunglasses slid off his nose a little, revealing his brown eyes.




"I mean," Thor said a little disgruntled, "That my brother, Loki, and my other friends can come to Midgard to help fight in the battle." I pondered the idea over in my head, then turned to Steve to see what he thought about it. He was the captain after all.




"That's a good idea," said Steve with a small smile, "We're going to need as many allies as possible." I reached over and grabbed his hand that was lying on the table. Giving it a light squeeze, I smiled softly towards him. He squeezed my hand back, being careful not to crush my fingers. Sometimes Steve forgot how strong he was.




Just last week, Steve had nearly broken the couch. We were in the middle of a really intense make out session, me lying on the couch with Steve on top, when all I heard was a crack. Steve had gripped the arm of the sofa too hard. I laughed at him as he blushed like a tomato.




"How fast can you get them here?" asked Director Fury, pulling me out of my thoughts. I went back to paying attention to the conversation, afraid i'd miss something important.




"I can have them here by dawn," he said as he resumed his seat.




"Just as long as I don't have to be up for their arrival, then I'm cool." I said with a smirk. Everyone let out a small chuckle, easing some of the tension from the room.




"So, tomorrow?" asked Bruce, "Are we going to start training immediately?" Everyone looked at Steve as Bruce finished his question. In all honesty, Steve called the shots. He was the leader of The Avengers and Director Fury was more of a guide.




I love my men to be in charge.




"Yes," I heard Steve reply, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts. "We're going to need a lot more training."




"I think I'm pretty qualified," said Natasha with a slight smirk. I laughed as I looked at her.




"You could say that again," Clint and I said at the same time. We couldn't help but start cracking up. Even Natasha let out a small chuckle.




"You guys are weird," said Tony with a smile as he got up from his seat. I followed suit, sticking my tongue out him like the immature adult I am. Steve chuckled and grabbed my hand, leading us over to the exit.




"We better get home," said Steve as we walked through the hallway, "We need our sleep. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." I simply nodded my head as a small yawn escaped my lips. I felt him press a light kiss to my temple as we made our way over to his motorcycle.




Steve had asked me about getting one a few weeks ago. I told him he didn't need my permission and that he was "a grown-ass man". He just laughed.




I hopped on the back of his Harley, gripping his waist tightly as he started up the engine. In no time, we were zooming off towards our apartment.




I smiled largely as he made his way through the New York night life traffic. Loving the feeling of the wind whipping my hair back, I held onto Steve's waist even tighter. I got the feeling of fear and excitement in the pit of my stomach. I loved it.




We reached our apartment in a few short minutes. I got off the back of the bike as Steve turned the engine off. Waiting patiently for him at the door, I smiled down at him from the steps. He smiled back handsomely.




"Why you smiling, handsome?" I asked as he opened the door. Before I could step through the doorway, I felt a pair of strong arms pick me up from behind. Giggling like crazy, I twisted skillfully in Steve's arms, that way I was facing him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I pressed my lips hungrily to his.




He responded with the same hunger, holding my waist even tighter. I had my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, allowing me to pull him closer. His lips moved against mine beautifully.




Steve had gotten a lot bolder with his affection towards me. He used to blush every time I'd kiss his jaw or lightly suck on his neck. Now, he was the one who made me blush.




Steve stumbled his way through the dark apartment, never breaking the kiss. We fell onto the couch lightly, clinging to each other desperately as our lips moved against each other in perfect harmony.

Suddenly, I felt Steve run his tongue over my bottom lip. I couldn't help but to shiver in excitement as a little mewl made its way out of my throat. Steve groaned at the sound, pushing me into the cushions even farther.




Desperately needing air, I pulled away from Steve gasping.




"Sorry," he said as he looked down and blushed. Well, I assumed he did that. It was still dark in the apartment.




"I don't mind at all, Steve," I said with a smirk. He chuckled and pressed another kiss to my lips.




This time it was different. The kiss was sweet and . . . loving. Whoa. Where did that word come from?




Steve pulled away and looked at me. "We should get some sleep." I looked at him and sighed.




"Yes, Captain," I whispered as I began to place wet kisses on his jaw. I hear his breathing turn rapid. Smirking on the inside, I drew away and looked at Steve. He was all hot and bothered, I could tell by his facial expression.




"Let's go to bed," I told him as I slid out from under him and landed skillfully on the floor. "I'm sleeping I your bed tonight," I said over my shoulder as I made my way to my room.




Slipping into the closet, I quickly pulled on a pair of black running shorts and a loose, white SHIELD t-shirt. I didn't bother dressing up for Steve. He had told me on many occasions that I was beautiful no matter what.




I smiled as I quickly brushed my teeth and put my hair into a messy bun. As soon as I was finished, I headed over to Steve's room.




He was lying on his bed dressed in a black SHIELD t-shirt and white pajama bottoms. Steve was reading a book on WWII.




Wordlessly, I climbed into his bed and snuggled up to his chest, placing my head in his big shoulder. Steve reached over and shut off the light before he placed a thick arm around my waist.




One last thought ran through my head before I dozed off into sleep.




What do you wear to meet another god?