Altered - A Marvel AU

Chapter 2 - Be Mine?

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School passed by in a blur, I was tired and grumpy the whole time due to the lack of sleep I got. I had to do something about these Captain America wet dreams before they consumed my life. I sighed into the textbook my nose was literally firmly lodged in, feeling my back muscles tighten.

I closed my eyes, letting the image of the Captain invade my thoughts, his sweet voice ringing in my ears. Now that I knew he existed, he seemed to be a never-ending presence in my life that consumed my every thought and invaded my mind every chance he got.

I could practically feel his warm hand on my waist, pulling me into his strong chest, feeling his muscles clench on my back. His legs entangling with mine, feeling his cool breath on the back of my neck, "Shut Up." I screamed. My class stared at me, looking at me as if I was crazy. I rolled my eyes, looking down again.

"You ok?" Ava leaned over and asked, concern scrunching up her features. I nodded, "Perfect." I grumbled. She let out a small laugh, "Sure." I growled at her and she grinned, holding up her hands in an 'I give up' gesture.

After school, I rushed to my study room, locking the door behind me. "Steve?" I whispered I couldn't hear him or see him anywhere. I sighed, about to turn around to sit on the bed when I felt two hands cover my eyes and his cool breath tickling my ear, "Guess who, doll." I gulped, both hating and loving the way his voice made me putty in his hands. "Let's see..." I teased, "Is it, my Captain?" I heard him take a sharp breath and then his warm body was off of mine, him bouncing on the bed.

I carefully climbed on, laying beside him. I was glad I decided to change, wearing matching black panties with a grey oversized hoodie and black Adidas shorts, I was comfy.

I turned my body towards him, staring into his blue eyes that fluttered with every shift of the light chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His breath mingled with mine as he looked right back at me, a smile gracing his features. "Can I ask you something?" I whispered softly.

"Anything, doll." I nodded, "How's it like being a super soldier?" He sighed, "The serum accelerated practically everything, my hearing, sight, feelings, everything. My body was upgraded and so was my internal system." I gasped, running my fingers lightly over his jaw, feeling the sharp bone beneath. He hummed, closing his eyes, I let my hand travel down to his neck, my fingernails barely touching the skin there.

My hand wrapped around his bicep feeling him flex and unflex beneath my palm. I stared at him in surprise, my senses on full alert as I felt every part of his upper body. He sighed, his body relaxing at my touch, and I smiled to myself, I was getting closer to him. His eyes snapped open, staring into mine, our eyes interlocked, neither of us wavering.

I bit my lip, another thought consuming my mind, "What's on your mind, doll?" I shook my head, "You can tell me." I breathed out, my cheeks turned cherry red as I stammered out, "If everything is accelerated...does that mean...does it mean...uh are your genitals bigger than normal as well?" Captain's face flamed up, his fists clenching, "Forget I asked." I quickly said.

He shook his head, "No, no. It's okay. I...um my... things are bigger than average, I guess you can call me a super soldier in bed as well." He let out a short, awkward laugh. "Well whichever girl gets to be in bed with you should consider herself very lucky." I said, he smiled taking my hand, "Technically, right now, you're in bed with me." I slapped his arm, my face heating up once again, "Steven." I hissed. He just chuckled, and his chuckle was contagious as after a little while I joined in with my own giggles.

"Why'd you leave yesterday?" I asked, pouting. The Captain sighed, "I'm from the 40s, doll, and back then when a man and a woman shared a bed, it would be considered a nefarious thing. It would mean they were sleeping together even if all they did was literally sleep together." I nodded, my hand found its way to the Captain's cheek, warmth blossoming under my palm, "it isn't 1940 anymore." Steven nodded, probably thinking over my words.