Out of the freezer

[disassembling]

What: AU where The Winter Soldier is found by SHIELD before CA: TWS and settled in with an agent.
Warnings: Just tl;dr. It is my specialty.


Trains weren't generally a source of overland transport anymore, not with planes so conveniently available, but there were points where subtly was required more than quickness. There were less questions about trains, fewer looks with the amount of goods moved into a country so more was able to get through. It was easier to pay people off in shipping yards to look the other way while important items were shifted in and out.

If it had been known early in the process that his superiors had known that an agent had defected and tipped off that there were weapons being moved in from Russia, he would have been removed from the train. Too little, too late though, and the train was hit with SHIELD looking for both intelligence and weapons from the Soviets. It wasn't until a STRIKE team had made it towards the back of the train that some members suddenly realized that their mission had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Cryostasis was a process developed out of the 1940s, though perfected over the years by the Soviets first and then the Americans. Of course, it only worked on him, others never coming up from the surface again because their bodies were advanced enough to cope with the strain on the body and the healing powers required to make it back out of deep freeze. He was special because he was a weapon, made that way to survive the worst conditions. So he bubbled up as he was thawed from the inside out in a process that took hours generally but could be sped up.

Speeding up the process left him disoriented and intractable, irritated and violent. It was fine when enemies of the organization were kicking in the door and shooting the scientists in charge of thawing him. The damage was done though, the anti-freeze drug fast acting in his body as his muscles became suffused with warm blood and his lungs filling with a deep gasping breath as he arched, his blue eyes unfocused as men yelled orders, called in findings. It was all a blur to him.

Someone touched his cold flesh shoulder, but they were gone in the next minute as his metal arm swung around and slammed into the man's gut, blasting him away. He rolled from the chair, acting only on instinct as he grabbed the nearest object - metal table and threw it into a group of men raising their guns. He fought them; worse, he killed them until another team moved in and manhandled him to the ground. Someone did something; a familiar voice called a set of words that made him relax and stand down, so he did.

He was blind-folded, cuffed from wrist to elbow so his shoulders were forced to bow in awkwardly, but his legs were left free so that they could walk him into the SHIELD medical facility where many interested parties had gathered in the time it took to transport him. News had circulated and damage control had not been fast enough where the fact a man was found half-frozen on a train. If he had had his memories of his other life, he might have found it ironically he was found on a train.

The only words spoken above whispered tones was that there had been another similarly unfrozen a few years before. "Call them in. Maybe give us a clue on stabilizing this guy." He was pulled off, seated and chained to a bed in a padded room. With the blindfold off, he knew he could break down the door if he was ordered to. He was deemed too 'unstable' to be in a more populated area, so he was caged and observed.

Damage control indeed. Where were his orders and mission debriefings?

Comments

[eleutheria]

When he rose to his feet so quickly, her first instinct was to try to pull away and go into defense mode, and it took her quite a bit to quell that instinct since something told her that the motion wasn’t one done to attack her, though the tense lines of her shoulders will probably cue him to the fact she had nearly snapped back and he will probably understand why, they were after all, at the core of all things, weapons and soldiers wired kind of similarly in their reactions of perceived threats, her eyes moved to the spoon for a few seconds being more than aware he could easily harm her with it.

Her eyes snapped up to him the moment he started to answer her question and like expected she didn’t liked the answer, no matter how prepared she was to hear that and God she had tried to be prepared, hearing it coming out from his lips, knowing all the pain he had gone through just because she had failed to help him, to save him from falling made her feel guilty and maybe just for today she had asked enough about his experiences there. “Please, sit down, Bucky.”

And again she wasn’t surprised at that answer, she had tasted those high-protein shakes and had needed to consume those for a bit after she woke up since she wasn’t ready for solid food yet, thankfully it hadn’t lasted enough. “Well we might need to change that.”

[disassembling]

Her reflexes were good, were enough that he might have even hesitated attacking her if he hadn't already bonded to her. As it was, he wouldn't attack her, and so he had no outlet for his sudden fury as it washed through him as bits and pieces prickled at his mind, like looking through holes in some old sheets. They hurt as much as the ghost feeling of restraints, the swift embrace of the water over his face, the careful placement of electrodes to his temples... murmured words, greasy smiles and soft laughter at the sound of his screams.

He shook his head almost violently, shaking off the memories before her request reached him. His blue eyes showed the fury that couldn't show on his expression as he gently set the spoon down on his tray and lowered himself back into sitting position. "Do you want to know the worst part? The part that only comes to me now and will be gone in a few minutes when I'm not thinking about it?"

He didn't care for change all that much, though he bridled against training just sitting there. He'd eat anything because he was told to, knowing better than to refuse. "I accept it as necessary. I had to digest quickly and metabolism what little they got into me."

[eleutheria]

The sudden fury he saw in his eyes didn’t surprised her, the problem was that she wasn’t sure if the fury was aimed at her or to the people that had brought so much pain to him or maybe it was aimed to both, she was after all making him recall this things, probably things he hadn’t even paused to think about that much or in much depth, but she had needed to know and maybe she was regretting that need to know.

When he took a seat, still seething in fury and she could tell due to his body language, she didn’t say anything for a long time since she wasn’t sure what she could tell. His question sent a sudden and quick pang of dread, did she really wanted to know what that worst part was? Was she ready to know? Did he need to tell her to take another step to break away from whatever had been done to him? She pondered on that for a bit before she made a choice and one that she was possibly going to regret. “What’s the worst part, Bucky?”

There was another bout of silence; this one was a rather accepting one since she couldn’t exactly say much about that, even when they had been on the field back during the war they had rations to make things quick. “And that was enough to sustain you?”

[disassembling]

Strange how anger could be so hot that he felt it cold sometimes, burning away at him, hurting him in its own way because anger was supposed to have been bled out of him like a dirty wound was bled of rot and pus. He shouldn't be feeling this way, shouldn't be showing so much because there was a risk. Ironically, brazenly, he didn't care about the risk at all because no matter what, he would suffer pain for what he was doing, what he was saying.

He watched her, not about to make her accept the burden of his words unless she really wanted to know. He shifted from his seat when she did, his hands open and palms facing her as a sign of peace as he closed the distance between them. He leaned in, placing mouth next to her ear as he whispered for her ears alone, "Deep, deep down inside, I'm still there, drowning in the wash of conditioning, trying to drag myself out. I'm a passenger for the things I've done, watching someone else's life and I fight, claw and scream to rise... but I lose over and over again. Always losing and that makes what I do all the worse." He turned his face to glance at the observation window before kissing the lobe of her ear.

Slowly, he withdrew, bumping his nose against her temple in an odd affection. He began his slow deadly retreat back to his chair. "I wasn't awake long enough to need more."

[eleutheria]

The fact that he was showing this much anger could either be a good or a bad sign, compared to how he had been when she first saw him, where he was so blank and controlled with his reactions. This could be taken as a sign that whatever was done to him was breaking and falling apart at the seams, but that could also mean that he could easily be more volatile than before, he could have attacked her and the only reason he probably hadn’t was because she was the only steady and solid link he had, but what about other people, they will need to be careful.

Her breath caught a bit when he moved closer and she sat so, so still while she allowed it to happen and she wasn’t supposed to be allowing this close, but she couldn’t help it and honestly she wasn’t even sure if she shivered or not when she felt his breath against her ear. However that was soon forgotten and she could literally feel her heart breaking, yes, she was regretting her choice but it was what she had chosen and she tried oh so hard not to reach up to him and try to soothe him, hoping that got rid of the pain on his voice. “…and what will you have done if you hadn’t lost?”

And she was sure she did shivered when his lips brushed against her lobe and that she was going to hear about this again, she smiled (sadly) a bit at the rather odd show of affection and just regarded him silently for a bit, one of her hands moved enough for her fingers to lightly brush against his. “Well you might just need to get used to it again, I guess.”

[disassembling]

And he knew the pull of his conditioning and he knew that when the anger faded and he didn't think about it, those little pieces would fade down away again. He would return to being a passenger, watching and struggling to breath in the blanket of his own flesh and scarred mind. He might have regenerated, but the scars were apart of him. He accepted it as he accepted the fact that he wore clothing, ate food, and slept when he was tried. It was part of life; he had no reason to fight it... not yet anyway.

He paused at her question and regarded her with cool blue eyes, judging her strength to bear the burden that he had already partially laid on her shoulders. "I would have ruined someone's day as they ruined mine," he said slowly, picking his words very carefully so he was non-specific. "However, that's the horrific beauty of what was done to me... I never win."

He felt the brush of her fingers against his and hesitated in walked beyond her reach. He glanced at the window for a long moment before watching her. "You don't believe this place has the means to keep me against a determined assault, do you?" It was the only warning that he could give that someone would come for him, some handler would order and he would go.

[eleutheria]

It was all so horrible and heartbreaking in a way that she hadn’t thought was going to see, she was more than aware that Bucky had been tortured before, he hadn’t right on and told her about it once she had saved him from that Hydra base back then, but she had known and she couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened to him if she hadn’t reached the base on time? Would he had died like the other soldiers that had been taken there before him or if he survived, would they have come and torn him down to rebuild him again as whoever did this to him had done?

She didn’t made any comment about what he would have done, she understood that would have probably involved killing and probably a body count, something that she should have frowned upon considering the image built around her of being a paragon of virtue, but could she really fault him or blame him for having thought that or the fact he would have done it? No. Did she accept it? No, but she couldn’t say she wouldn’t understand the why, she looks at him steadily. “Never say never, one day you might.”

Carefully she pulled her hand back and didn’t allow anything to show on her expression, not even when he threw that question and one that felt like a hint. She crossed her arms over her chest and if she had to be perfectly honest, yes, she knew this place wasn’t exactly safe at keeping him contained, he had been able to slip so easily and she didn’t doubted if they wanted him back they might as well.

“No, I don’t. It’s just like I know, without a doubt, that if that happens I will more than likely die.” And she shrugs just a bit at that, she was either going to die at his hands or trying to prevent them from getting a hold of him, whatever it was it didn’t mattered anymore since she had already accepted to deal with whatever consequences since the moment she saw him again.

[disassembling]

He supposed that he knew that there might be a time when there wouldn't be a losing battle, when he would no longer drown and be pushed into the next mission. He thought the only way that would happen would be catastrophic failure where he lost his life, and he wasn't so certain that the failure would be unpleasant. The release might finally bring him peace because he didn't know what that felt like. However, those who kept him were always intent on keeping him alive, functional and willing to serve.

Yet he looked at her and tipped his chin up. "Even when you win, you never realize what you lost until it's gone," he murmured. A faulty memory, a path down a dark road where the killing never stopped, a loss in the faith of humanity. Why should he protect anyone when people were foul enough to do such things to each other? That was James though; the deeper and far more rooted Winter Soldier didn't care. He was a blade laid bare ready to strike at the next ordered target.

His blue eyes narrowed at her idea that she would die, but he knew that wasn't true. He would see that she didn't die. "No, you won't," he replied stiffly, turning his head aside as he considered all the steps that he would do in order to keep her alive.

[eleutheria]

And those words cut her more than was humanly possible and had he said that on purpose, was it an attempt to hurt her for making him reveal all of that? No, she didn’t thought it was but she also couldn’t deny it hurt and it hurt even more when she was staring, talking and spending time with the most important being she had ever lost, the sad part is that she had realized even before he was gone just how important he was to her and when he fell, she had lost more than she could have ever thought possible, she had lost part of her heart and soul with him, something she wasn’t sure it was back.

“…You can only hope that you will be able to get what you lost back.” And she wasn’t even sure if she could be allowed to have that hope now right now, he wasn’t the same, she wasn’t the same, they had both changed in different ways. “Or try to build something new from what remains and guard it better this time around.” And that was probably the only thing she could do, try to help him as much as she could and before he was taken back, so he could have a chance at life or something.

The look she gave him was rather detached and maybe a bit cold, resigned since he really needed to understand. “Do you really believe they will leave me alive? They might order you to kill me, you realize.” And if that was to be the case, then it just happened. “They might manage to do it themselves, either by sheer dumb luck or having someone as nearly as skilled as you, leaving me alive is not and won’t be an option.”

[disassembling]

There had to be time and opportunity and someone to protect him while he struggled to cope with what he had lost and gained before he could begin to built anything of that old life back. He didn't even really remember the old life, just the fact that he had loved her, that he had fought, that he had fallen and that he had been remade into what he was now. There was plenty more to remember, but at the same time, he didn't know how much of it would come back to him.

"I'll... need time to do that," he finally murmured, having long ago given up on what was left of his meal to stand close to her. If he wanted to, he could lift a hand and brush the tips of his fingers along her cheek, but he didn't. Not yet anyway. "I wonder if I guarded it poorly last time."

He curled a lip in a snarl at her. "An order I'll refuse," he replied, showing how deep his attachment to her went. His feelings for her overrode his appeasing behaviours to orders already. "I will see you out of this when the extraction comes."

[eleutheria]

“…I will try to give you the time you need.” And the keyword here was trying, she wasn’t even sure if she was going to have enough time for that to happen, especially not if she was being hinted over the fact someone was going to come and try to retrieve him, she didn’t even know when that was going to happen and she was more than sure someone must have already gone to try to alert Fury of what had been told here, they might try to take the best measures that could be taken.

A barely there smile appeared on her face and she looked at him rather calmly. “No, you guarded it rather fiercely.” She looked away then and tried not to look heartbroken. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same thing, I was the one that ended being the poor guardian.” And now it was coming to hit her in the face in the most hurtful ways possible, she had failed him that time, he had saved her so many times and she hadn’t been able to do the same.

“They might get rid of me before they even come to you, Bucky, there’s no way I will let them take you away without a fight.” And the worst if that she wasn’t even sure that if she died, would it be worth it? Was he going to end with that people again or remain with S.H.I.E.L.D? And if he remained with Fury, was he going to be treated properly, there were many gambles here. “…Do you know when it’s going to happen?”

[disassembling]

"Maybe you will, but there are other factors," he replied soberly because he knew it to be true. Yet, the sheer idea that she would try to give him time, let him come back into his own again warmed him in the strange way that only she could he found. It made his stomach feel like jelly and his legs stiffen up like he was going to collapse if he didn't lock his knees.

He was aware of her pain before he understood it, and even then, he couldn't say that he understood much about it. He stepped forward to her cautiously, closing the distance with the intention of studying her expression. "You are guarding me well here," he replied softly, the only bit of comfort that he could. Slowly, he lifted his metal hand and brushed his fingers against her cheek. "Don't be sad."

He shrugged a little, thinking that he was higher priority than killing her right now. "They won't be taking me; it's just an extraction," he said, not understanding the difference. He shook his head a little at her question. "I was given no time frame, just to be patient."

[eleutheria]

“Yes, I know they are.” She hadn’t forgotten about their circumstances and how probably hopelessly wishful she was being here. “Doesn’t mean I still won’t try, I’m stubborn like that.” And now she was kind of thankful he didn’t remembered just how that stubbornness had landed her in more trouble than she could count, it was technically doing the same right now, making her take on something that she wasn’t sure she was ready to handle.

She barely reacted when he moved closer, a clear sign that she didn’t minded the sudden closeness between them since it didn’t felt threatening or dangerous, she wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation, she wasn’t guarding him, she was helping to keep him as a prisoner and that’s not what she wanted. “It doesn’t feels as if I am to be honest, I feel as if I’m complicating things.” And maybe she was, when she felt the light brush of metal against her skin she turned to look at him. “I’m sorry.”

Just to be patient, the same thing she had been telling him since he had arrived here and she suddenly felt an aversion to the words se had said. “Tell me something, do you want to go with them? Do you want them to succeed in that extraction?” And she really didn’t dared to ask if he also wanted to leave her, no, it was best if she didn’t since she knew that if they succeeded she might not see him again.

[disassembling]

He hadn't seen her stubborn side much while they were together, but her mentioning it rang true to him as he watched her. No doubt she had used it a lot in the past, and he wonder what it would take for her to be stubborn around him. Perhaps she had used that stubbornness when he wasn't around, trying to improve his stay while he waited for extraction. "Stubborn punk," he murmured, surprising himself with the old nickname.

He wasn't being harmed, so he considered that she was out for his well-being. She hadn't taken him to task for escaping either aside from to tell him not to do it again. His fingers caressed up her cheek, smoothing up until he could tuck a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "You aren't, not with me. You're guarding," he said simply. "Why are you sorry?"

At her question, he looked at her, slipping his metal hand down the side of her face to catch the edge of her jaw, tipping her face towards his own. "I will go if they order it. My wants are not important... no, they are a sign of malfunction." He paused, drew a breath and added, "I want to be close to you."

[eleutheria]

Her eyes widened a bit at the old as hell nickname, surprised beyond belief that she had actually managed to remember something like that and really it was so strangely fitting that he remembered that right now of all things, she couldn’t help the rather fond smile while she shook her head a bit. “…jerk.” And from the rather fond way she said it, she hoped it worked as enough of a hint that she didn’t meant it as an insult per se, it had just been part of their usual banter.

The contact of the metal fingers felt different, not exactly in a bad way, but it was something she was going to need to get used to if it was going to happen again, which she wasn’t sure if it was going to happen or not. “…I guess I am trying the best I can give the circumstances.” It wasn’t as much as she wanted, but it was better than nothing and they weren’t treating him as a weapon or using whatever means necessary to try to get information. “I am not exactly sure; there are a lot of things I am sorry for.”

She silently allowed him to tilt her head in his direction and she just bit her lower lip, trying to think of what to say or more like deciding if she should dare to ask him or not. “Your wants matter here but what are you going to do: follow your orders or what you want?” There was another unspoken question here. “You know you can’t have both.”

[disassembling]

When she replied with a name that should have been offensive and might have been offensive if said in a different tone, but somehow, he knew it was a name meant for him. He was pleased by it, pleased he had remembered his half of things before... before... well, he didn't remember what came after, but he didn't care about that either right now.

He went on her reactions to base his touch on, but she didn't move away, slap his hand, or make it clear that he wasn't to touch her. It made him bolder as he caressed her cheek again before looking at her. "Are your circumstances not very good then?"

Her question stumped him, and he knew that he didn't really have an answer either. His conditioning would make him go with what he was ordered, but he didn't know what he would do when it came to her. He wanted to be close to her. "You could come with me, yes?"

[eleutheria]

The fact that he didn’t reacted negatively when she called him that assured her that at the very least, even if it was unconsciously, he remembered that and she was also pretty sure that the people watching them were either confused at their interaction or understood it quite well, it wasn’t rare after all for close friends to reach a level in their relationship were everything was fair game and acceptable.

She leaned just a bit against his touch, it was a brief moment of weakness from her part, she had been specifically told that she wasn’t supposed to get this close to him and she had in a way agreed, it could confuse him further, but there was the part that had missed this gentle moments between them, even if this wasn’t probably exactly as real as it had been before, she was going to be stronger next time. “I guess that will depend on anyone’s point of view.”

There really wasn’t any pang of hurt or disappointment when he couldn’t answer her question, she had already knew he wouldn’t be able to do so and she had managed to brace herself enough to not be hurt, she couldn’t undo years of conditioning and whatever training he had gone through in a handful of days. “You know that’s not possible.” And maybe if circumstances had been different, if they were not in the middle of this she would have followed him like always. “I am technically the enemy, aren’t I? Or at least for them I am and I am better out of the way permanently.”

[disassembling]

She still didn't reject his contact with her, and he stepped in subtly closer to her, drawing her face towards his own with his metal fingers hooked under her jaw. He tuned out the idea of observation as his flesh hand rose to settle on the side of her hip, controlling some of her movements in the process but also to feel her body shifting. "What about your point of view? Do you accept how things are going, accept the orders you are given?"

He frowned at the idea that things were impossible, but he had always been told that change was always possible, that his hand on the trigger made the impossible possible again. It was why he was so necessary to the grinding of the gears of the machine that he laboured under. "How are you the enemy? I have no enemies; I go where I'm told to go and do what I'm told to do." A weapon didn't have enemies any more than a gun did.

Still, the topic of conversation seemed heavy, felt like it wasn't supposed to be going this way. He stepped in, brushing his body against her own and leaned in to kiss her again.

[eleutheria]

She was more than aware that she needed to stop this, to step away and try to put an adequate distance between them, her mind was telling her as much, she could even hear Fury’s voice at the back of her mind reminding her of the slight rules that had been placed for her next interactions with him and this was definitely breaking most of them and she really couldn’t or more like didn’t wanted to move. “It depends really, right now I wish things could be different, but they aren’t and I have to work with what I have.”

It was then that she kind of remembered that by his perception they were the same, that she was a weapon just like him, she might need to clarify that at some point. “I might not be yours, but that doesn’t applies to whoever might come for you, and for that fact along I can easily become your target, right?” After all, if he was a weapon used to get rid of enemies or people that were in the way, she might fall in that category.

When his body brushed against her, she froze and looked at him and she just knew, oh God, she just knew what she was planning to do and this couldn’t end well for either of them, and yet she allowed it, she could have moved away but she allowed his lips to brush against hers and she couldn’t help but to respond to it, as naturally and easily as she had done in the past.

[disassembling]

She wished things could be different, but she also didn't sound like she was bridling under the commands that she was given, just like him. She accepted them, but unlike him, he felt no reservation for what he had to do. It was his mission, and he completed his missions with little regard for those around him unless they were a handler or another designated team member.

"Work within the parameters of the orders," he agreed softly. Talk seemed cheap though, action far better in a situation like this. He wanted her to feel good, to be content and happy near him, which was odd considering he didn't really feel those things at all for anyone. He knew he was malfunctioning, but he just didn't care.

Her lips were soft and warm under his own, and his metal fingers caressed down the curve of her neck before encircling her shoulders to pull her up against him. Since she didn't pull away, he kissed her harder, his lips nudging hers and parting so he could run his tongue along her upper lip in a tease. A soft throaty growl emerged from him as he stepped in fully.

[eleutheria]

Oddly enough those words were rather fitting in a certain way, while she really didn’t had any qualms about following orders and going through her missions, she was after all a soldier and it was sometimes second nature to follow through them. But then sometimes, rather willingly and depending on the situation, she found some loopholes to be able to work outside of her given orders and act as the situation required it, improvising and as long as she got the work done it didn’t mattered at all.

And right now, well she was breaking the set of orders she was given and she was never going to heard the end of it, Fury was going to kill her or ban her from seeing him again and if that was going to be the case, well, she might as well try to get as much out of this since God it had been so long and she was going to feel guilty about it later, way later.

Her hands came to rest over his hips and she shifted her body just a bit, enough for them to be pressed even closer together and she shuddered in surprise at the growl, it really took her a few seconds to realize it had came from him and well she didn’t recall that ever happening in the past, her lips parted letting out a little sound that she knew he had seemed to enjoy so much in the past and flicked her tongue teasingly against his.

[disassembling]

He, like her, was breaking many rules carefully laid down through time, imprinted on everyone who associated with him to have a strictly business-like attitude with him. That was the way of his life, to be treated as a weapon and little to work with beyond those parameters. Because no one treated him much differently and lived long to see the other side of that interaction. He generally didn't notice.

Now he did because she didn't play by old rules. Their memories and interactions were not strictly business, and he uncurled from the darkness that he lived in to reach for her. His hands slid around her body, holding her a little more tightly to his chest in fact, not hurting her but making it clear he had no reason to relent his hold on her either.

He drank down the sound that she made, feeling it curl pleasantly in his brain as he lowered his mouth harder and more insistently to hers. His tongue pushed out and beyond the part of her lips, tasting her as he shifted them slightly, directing her a little more towards the table as he kissed her with growing and very obvious enthusiasm.

[eleutheria]

Quite apparently this was another aspect of their relationship that didn’t changed, they always found a way to bend and alter rules and orders when it involved each other, it had been like that since the very start and it had just been doing whatever was needed to be done to be able to be close to the other and then to ensure each other’s lives, right now it was just a mere indulge brought for reasons, well, she really wasn’t sure about his reasons for going so far here.

Was he even doing this for the right reasons or just because she thought he wanted it? The way he was holding her hinted her a bit into the fact it could be the latter or God, she hoped it was otherwise…no she really didn’t even wanted to think about the other possibility, and just focused on their actions, on his closeness and his lips on hers.

The rather insistent way he was kissing her was oh so sweetly familiar, he had kissed her like this before, when there had been rather close calls in the fields for them and she responded back, kissing as insistently as him, allowing him to taste her before she did the same. She felt the edge of the table against her back and she ignored it, using her hands on his hips to drag and press him closer to her.

[disassembling]

He could get used to breaking rules with her. It wasn't as if there was a mission to go on right now, and because of the lack of discipline, he was able to flex his strength and push other people around as he knew they were frightened up him. Not her, she was warm and sweet and strict with him, and she also wasn't pushing him away either.

He had kissed her a lot in the past apparently, in the war. Little stolen moments under the canopy of a tree, in the tent they shared, in town when they were receiving more orders. He had stolen more kisses than she had, risking more to sidle up and sneak one save when they were on active duty. He was strictly business then. Otherwise, it was a game to steal them.

Now this wasn't just a theft of a kiss, it was armed robbery that she was playing a hand in. He lifted her slightly when the table stopped them, setting her backside to it as he hungrily kissed her. His flesh hand rose and buried itself into her blond hair, stroking his fingers against her scalp as he pushed her head back with a soft moan of pleasure into her mouth.

[eleutheria]

The rules were at the moment the last thing on her mind, even the voice of Fury that had been berating her just a few seconds away was gone, even the agents that were watching them right now and probably slightly horrified at what was going on had been forgotten, which arguably was something that tended to happen when they were doing this kind of things when he had stolen those kisses here and there when they had the chance for them.

Her hands moved from his hips and rested against the edge of the table to aid, though she was sure he didn’t needed it, on that quick move of lifting her into the table and again this kind of felt slightly familiar except the last time it had kind of been against a wall, but she was going to dwell on that later or maybe not, her hands then moved to press against his back since that was a better spot at the moment.

Finally a moan escaped her lips when her head was pushed back and well she had forgotten how good that felt, she lightly nipped and sucked his lower lip while one of her legs wrapped about his waist, moving just a bit to bring him closer and align their hips enough and slowly, oh so very slowly and teasingly, move against him and God, she was too far gone to care about the kind of show she was putting on here.