Unleashed {Marvel} ||3||

Epilogue

I felt no warmth beside me, so I knew that Steve wasn't in bed.

I was tangled up in the sheets, them coming into contact with all of my skin. I pulled them closer, reveling in what warmth they could give me. I knew the sun was peeking through, a good wakeup compared to last night. At some point during the night, a storm had fallen overhead.

Opening my eyes, I felt a sense of déjà vu hit me. Here I was, in bed, like before, whereas Steve was in a chair, pencil and sketchpad in hand. He wasn't asleep, the only thing he wore was his boxers. Maybe I can give him the gag gift of Captain America boxers. Like before, he didn't realize that I was awake.

I adjusted slightly, looking at the dewy window. The drops glistened against the glass. I hummed in content.

"You moved, Kiara. Again."

I adjusted again. "Oops?" I gave him a cheeky smile. "Is this right?"

He smiled coyly. "I'm kidding, I was long done. I'm just shading."

I stuck my tongue out at him, pulling the sheets up with me to create some sort of dress. "Another one?"

"I finished the last one, remember?" He avoided my eyes.

"Right." Truthfully, it slipped my mind, what with what happened the past week or so. "You'll let me see it, right?"

"You make it sound like you've never seen my art before. You already know how it'll turn out."

"Yes, but, those weren't portraits of your girlfriend. You've only done one. This will make two." I smirked. "No pressure if you mess it up."

He scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

I watched how focused Steve was. That laser-focus was a look I rarely saw on him. He wore it often when he became Captain America.

I tore apart the bedding just to keep the sheet wrapped around me. I kept stepping on it, almost tripping myself a few times. I scooted the sketchpad out of the way so I could sit on Steve's lap. He leaned in, pressing a kiss against my bare shoulder.

Without any fight, I took the sketchpad, examining the latest piece of art. It certainly could belong in a museum. Though the picture was just in black and white, it spoke volumes.

"When you hang up the spangly outfit, this is what you're gonna do," I insisted.

"When, huh?"

"Well, you can't be Captain America forever."

"Who says that I can't?"

"People. And time, eventually." I shrugged. "You'll one day get tired of it and want out."

"Yeah, well, that's gonna be a long time from now."

I pursed my lips. "Still got that save-the-world spirit in you?"

"Could you box Cynder up and put her away for good?" He looked at me.

The idea of retiring from superhero business never came to mind, mostly because we were in a time where humans needed us. How long would that go on for? "If I had enough incentive, I could."

"And never look back? Never regret it?"

"Are you saying that you would?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe."

"See? You wouldn't know until it happened."

"The same can be said about you."