The Tower

Breakfast with the Super Soldiers

I woke up completely wrapped up in Tony and Wanda. Clint was draped over Wanda and his hand was on my hip. The sun was starting to come into the room and I was surrounded by the sounds of gentle breathing. I just lay, not wanting to disturb them, and really just enjoying being held.

The elevator stopped and Steve Rogers stepped out. I raised my head and smiled at him. He made a gesture to the others like he was asking why we were all in here. I squirmed my way free of Tony and Wanda's arms enough that I could sit up. I pointed at the others, made a circle with my thumb and index finger with one hand, poked the index finger from my other hand in and out of it, then pointed at myself.

Steve chuckled quietly and came over to me. He bent down so his mouth was against my ear. "A little bit insatiable are we?" He whispered.

I looked up at him grinning and I nodded my head.

"I was going to make breakfast for everyone. But if they're sleeping in here, better to let them. Do you want to come down to my apartment?" He asked.

I nodded and tried to get free from the middle of the bed. Steve put his hands on my hips and lifted me out like I weighed nothing at all. He set me on my feet and I quickly gathered up my things. I pulled my panties on and shoved everything else in my bag. Steve held the elevator for me and I stepped on.

"Hi. I'm Steve." He said, turning to me with a bright smile and offering me his hand. It felt slightly ridiculous as I was standing there in one of Sam's shirts and just my underpants. I took his hand and shook it.

"I know. I'm Elise." I said.

"I know." He said with a smirk. "FRIDAY, when the others wake let them know we're eating in my apartment and Elise is already with us."

"Of course, Captain Rogers." The AI responded.

The elevator stopped and we got out on the same floor as Sam's apartment. Steve led me to his door and let me in. His place was an eclectic blend of vintage and very new. There was a vintage record player on a side table framing a huge flat-screen television built into the walls. A red and gold Art Deco couch was sitting next to a very new brown leather recliner.

There were a couple of sketchbooks sitting on the coffee table with a tin of pencils and a cardboard box of charcoals and beside them sat a PlayStation controller.

"So you're my new girlfriend, huh?" Steve said, heading into the kitchen.

"That's the rumor around town," I answered. "I usually like having a first kiss before calling someone my boyfriend though."

Steve turned to face me and cocked an eyebrow. "Is that right?"

"That's right," I confirmed.

"Well, I usually like getting to know someone better before I kiss them." He said.

"Then we are at an impasse," I said, dramatically.

Steve laughed and shook his head. "Sam said you were a dork." He said and started getting things out of the pantry to make breakfast with.

"Oh really? What else did Sam say?" I asked.

I never got to hear though, as James Barnes came shambling out of the bedroom in just his boxers, scratching his stomach. He stopped dead when he saw me. I'd seen pictures of the Winter Soldier before. I knew he had the metal arm. I mean half the time when you saw him on the news he had no sleeve on that arm at all. But seeing that level of technology in person was impressive. In contrast to the fucked up hatchet job whoever had done this to him did attaching it to his shoulder was quite shocking and I felt a sudden surge of protectiveness for this man I not only didn't know but could quite easily crush me like a bug. "Who're you?" He said, his voice still gravelly from sleep.