Steve watched his wife - his wife!- as she typed away at the lap top, a wrinkle on her forehead, as she clicked, then frowned, and clicked again. Sometimes she would sigh, sometimes she would make a sound of amazement, other times it was a hum of satisfaction. He added garlic to the steaks he was preparing to grill, while looking at her out of the corner of his eye. The plan was to actually fire grill them over the fire pit provided by their RV camping site, while enjoying the somewhat privacy afforded to them by the spot in the park.
It hadn't really been the plan to spend their first night of their honeymoon in an amusement park/ campground, but after nearly eight hours on the road, it had been a mutual decision by the two of them to find a place to stay, if only so Brooklyn would have time to make a choice about what direction they were headed in the morning. To be fair, he had surprised her with the plans for their honeymoon, and as such, she was unprepared to tell him which direction to drive their home for the next six weeks.

The RV campsite had been advertised on billboards, almost as soon as they had hit western Pennsylvania. Brooklyn had pointed ahead of them, after they had left New Jersey, and stated she wanted to see the groundhog. While she had admitted she knew that the groundhog was no doubt NOT in his stump, she wanted to see the town and happily for Steve (who was trying to please his new bride) the town still was a tourist area, even in the summer. She made noise about taking Juliana to see the actual groundhog next Winter, until Steve pointed out that neither one of them seemed to handle the cold too well, and that maybe it was safer to just watch it on the news instead.

She had guided him, sometime around lunch time, to a truck stop gas station. He had looked at her, when he put the RV in park and turned off the engine.

Brooklyn shrugged. "I stopped here for gas in March."
He frowned, before realization smacked him upside the head.

March. When he had called her so late at night, and told her to grab Juliana and run. Run from New York, because of Ultron. He had taken another look at the truck stop, before nodding.

"I see." He said, unbuckling himself. "Well, this is a good place to grab something for lunch, then?"
"They have a lot of food." Brooklyn had nodded, pushing her seat back, while unfolding her legs. She had spent the better part of the day with her legs either tucked up under her bottom, or folded over each other. "I got that plug in cooler here."

He had nodded. The cooler she had used to keep drinks and food cool, while driving to and back from Clint's family home. It was currently in the small storage locker in the apartment building. Brooklyn had made noise about finding someone who needed it, but he had held her back, seeing it as something they could use, down the road. It would be nice to have drinks ready if they took a family jaunt. Or if it was needed to keep things cool between the grocery store and their new house. He could honestly see using it many times, in the coming years.

He pulled the keys from the ignition, and stood up, arching his back, sighing. The seats were nice. Comfortable, built for the longer haul. But they were still seats. And for a man who was used being very active during his day, sitting was not the most exciting thing to do.

Watching Brooklyn look around them, had been very entertaining. Cows fascinated her. Horses boggled her. Anything else, really, made her stare. It was a very real reminder just how sheltered she had been for most of her life. She had been kept a captive, and then set free and moved to a city where things like farm animals were an oddity and not exactly something she would run into. He remembered the petting zoo, on Juliana's birthday, and how much Brooklyn had loved the small baby animals.

He made a mental note to find a way for her to visit a farm, if only to have access to actual farm animals.

"I need to go get my bag." She told him, standing up herself, moving to go to the back of the RV.

"I've got it." He told her, putting out a hand to stop her. "We're covered, for now."
Actually, they were covered for the whole trip. If the bag of money wasn't enough, Pops Marino had made it clear he just had to reach out, and Brooklyn's father figure would send any amount requested. For now, Steve was happy to just float along, seeing how long they could last with what they had, before he started to worry about money.

It was a nice feeling.

He could understand why Brooklyn would do some of the things she had, for money.

He opened the door to the RV, climbing down, before turning to help Brooklyn, making sure she didn't fall or stumble. It wasn't that he felt like she would be unsteady on her feet. He just wanted to make sure nothing happened, this early in their trip. Not even a scratch. Not a stubbed toe. Nothing.

As soon as she was safely on the ground, he took her hand, and walked with her towards the truck stop shopping center. It wasn't large, but was definitely set up to cater to the needs of the long haulers. Behind the building, rows of semi trucks lined up, some of them purring softly while they idled, others still and silent, a vast difference from the way they roared past on the freeway.

The doors to the shopping center slid open, and he felt Brooklyn give a shudder as the cool air hit them. He squeezed her hand and she turned her head to give him a smile. She tugged him further into the store, past the displays of novelty items, even as she glanced at them. She made a bee line to the refrigerator doors, pausing in front as she looked at the drinks offered.

"What are you feeling?" She asked, reaching out to run her finger along the glass, as if she was looking for something.

"I'm good with a coke." He shrugged. "What are you looking for?"
"They had this soda, the last time I was here..." She paused, "It was interesting, and I kinda enjoyed it. I haven't found it anywhere near home, so I figured, if we were stopping here, I might get a few bottles. Then I can contact the company, and see if I can find out where it's sold, near us."

"Smart." He nodded, "Why don't I go get a basket, then. So you don't have to carry the bottles the entire time we're shopping. What was it called?"
"Moxie." Brooklyn stopped, a small squeal leaving her, as she opened the case, reaching in. "Found it."

Steve paused, watching as she pulled out one of the glass bottles. "They sold that when I was a kid."

"Huh." she looked at the bottle. "Well, it's good. Basket?"
"On it, Babydoll. I'll be right back." He nodded, making his way back towards the front, and after grabbing one basket, decided to take another. If Brooklyn liked Moxie, he was gonna make sure she had as much as she wanted, while on this trip. They had enough room in the RV, that if it was possible, he would buy every bottle in this store, just to make sure she had it when she wanted. He went back to her, finding her pulling bottles out of the refrigerated case, setting the bottles gently on the floor as she went. He put a basket down by her, and began putting the bottles in the basket.

"How many bottles do they have?" He asked, gently nestling the bottles in the basket, before starting a second layer.

"Just the two rows." She shrugged. "I don't want to be greedy and take them all."
"Go ahead." He urged. "If you like the drink, and it's hard to find, then take what you want."

"Doesn't that break some sort of moral rule?" She asked, pausing in her act of pulling the bottles out.

"Normally, I would agree with that." He shrugged. "But, its our honeymoon, and it's something you like. If there was something I liked, and it was hard to find, would you encourage me to grab as much as possible?"

"Well, yes." She looked at him, blinking. "Because I love you, and I want you to have things you like."
He straightened up, smiling, going over to kiss her. "The same applies for you. I love you, and I want you to have the things you like. Take them all, Babydoll. We'll figure out how to get more, later."

She nodded, grinning back at him, before turning and emptying the rack of the drink, handing him the bottles. She closed the door, sliding down to another door, opening it and reaching in.

"See something else?" He asked, picking up the loaded basket, shifting so it was held easier.

"You said Coke, right?" She reached in, pulling out glass bottles. "And they have them in glass bottles."

"Babydoll, I can just get a twelve pack of the cans." He jerked his head towards the display. "It's fine."
"Do you like them better in glass bottles, or in cans?" She asked, pausing. "Because if you like them better in glass bottles, then we will get the glass bottles."

He sighed. He did like the Coke in the glass bottles better. It was closer to the taste he remembered. But the cans were more convenient.

She snorted, continuing to pull glass bottles out, going over to grab the second basket, dragging it over and putting several glass bottles in. "I'm not gonna clear them out. The glass bottles of Coke are easier to find. But we should get enough for the night, at least."

He stood, obediently, while she put about six bottles in the basket, before picking it up.

"Is that gonna be enough for you?" she asked, watching him.

"Yeah. We also have wine in the RV, Babydoll. Kitty made sure we were set." He grinned, shifting his hold on the heavier basket. "This isn't getting us closer to getting something to eat."
Brooklyn laughed, nodding. "What are you hungry for?"
He couldn't help himself. He pursed his lips, before looking her up and down. "Well, that depends. What's on the menu?"

Brooklyn blinked at him, before stepping closer. "Well, I guess that depends on what you are in the mood for."

He bent his head, kissing her deeply, before pulling away. "I'm in the mood for a lot of things. I guess we'll just have to see what we can rustle up. Wanna continue shopping, Babydoll?"

It went quickly after that. They had decided to get the bulk of what groceries they needed at an actual grocery store, but they got the fixings for sandwiches and a few bags of chips. Brooklyn also grabbed some candy, which made him smile. He carried the laden baskets to the counter, where a man sat with a bored expression, reading a magazine.

Steve put the baskets on the counter, and began unloading them, while Brooklyn started looking at the rack of candy nearby. He watched out of the corner of his eye, as she picked up a few candy bars, doing some mental math, before pausing.

"Chocolate, Brooklyn?" He asked, frowning.

"Just a few bars." She shrugged, coming over to slide them on the counter. "I'm just having a small craving."
"Small craving?" He asked. "Or... craving?" He put emphasis on the word, hoping to indicate what he was asking about. They were on their honeymoon. While her being on her menstruation would not bother him, considering how quickly it had gone the two times she had already had one, the idea that she was having another one so soon was concerning. One of the concerns was that they were going to have to turn around to go back to Dr. Gibson to have Brooklyn's hormone panel run, to make sure everything was okay.

"I've been stressed the past few days." She explained, softly. "I just want a bit of chocolate."
"Okay." He nodded, deciding to leave it alone. "Chocolate it is."
The cashier started ringing up their purchases without comment, his bored expression remaining. Steve watched him, just... watching. There was nothing else he could do. He had to wait.

Brooklyn, on the other hand, decided she wasn't close enough. She slipped in front of Steve, leaning back against him, pressing as close as she could, while reaching up with one arm to wrap a hand around his arm.

He lowered his head, pressing his lips to her hair.

"How you doing, Babydoll?" He asked, inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. The shampoo from the hotel wasn't her usual, but it wasn't an unpleasant scent.

"I'm good." She hummed, leaning her head back to look at him. "Just.. eager to get back on the road. You know. Hitting the highway. Seeing the best things this country has to offer. Riding the road. All of that sort of thing."
He bit back the comment he wanted to make about what she really should be riding. It was so tempting, though. There was a freedom, being away from New York, riding under a certain anonymity that this vacation offered. Being on his honeymoon, with his wife, exploring the country in a tricked out RV. No one knew who he was, or cared. He was just another man.

The cashier quickly rang up their total, calling it out, bagging up their purchases, and Steve reached for his wallet.

"Cash." He told the guy, slapping down the bills. "And put the rest on the pump."
"Which one?" The cashier asked, a little tired.

"Uh..." He frowned, looking out the door. "Pump six."
"RV's should be gassed up with the trucks." The cashier told him, taking the money.

"I'll remember that, the next time we come through here." Steve nodded, reaching out to take the first bag off the counter. Brooklyn reached for a couple, and Steve frowned even deeper. "I've got it, Babydoll."
"I know." She shrugged. "But I can help."

They left the store with their hands full, Brooklyn climbing into the RV with some of the bags, and he handed the others up to her, before going around to pump the gas. While he was more than happy to be on this trip, the RV was not the best on gas mileage, no matter how tricked out or new it might be. He could honestly see the bulk of their funds going to keep the monster moving. While part of him cringed from both the monetary and ecological cost of this trip, he was still happy to be able to give Brooklyn a trip she needed and wanted. After he capped off the tank, and put the nozzle back in the pump, he climbed up into the RV, stopping when he saw his wife leaning against the counter, sipping one of the Moxie's they had just gotten.

Well, it's wasn't just seeing her sipping the Moxie. It may have also been the fact that she was nude.

He glanced to the front of the RV, checking to see if anyone had spotted her, before turning back to give her a stern look.

"Brooklyn Rogers." He stated, his voice deep, even as his body kicked into gear. "What are you doing?"

"I thought you wanted lunch." She shrugged, lifting the bottle again, taking another sip. "Was I wrong?"

"No." He shook his head. "But I think you are getting ahead of yourself."

"No, I am not." She smiled at him. "Why don't you park this rig... and we can discuss what's for lunch?"

He watched as she turned, heading towards the bedroom, her hips giving a little sway. Then, taking a deep breath and reaching down to readjust his cock, he went to slide into the driver's seat, starting the RV and pulling away from the pump. He eased the vehicle around the store, towards where the Semi Trucks and trailers were lined up, looking for and finding a spot, parking there and turning the RV off. He stood up, pulling the curtains loose and closing the visibility into the RV.
Steve turned, reaching over his head to pull of his shirt, dropping it over the back of the driver's seat. His hands found his belt, as he paused to toe off his shoes, pulling the leather from his jeans as he stepped on his toes to pull his socks off on his way to the bedroom. He was nearly there, when an urgent knocking at the door of the RV stopped him.

He huffed, his eyes focused on Brooklyn's bare legs and feet, visible as she lay on her stomach on the bed. She raised one leg at the knee, wiggling her foot a little, before letting it drop. Another step in her direction, only to again be interrupted by the knocking at the door.

"Mother fucker." He cursed, watching as Brooklyn rolled over, one leg pulling up. "Stay right there, Babydoll."

"Yes, Sir." She called, and he grinned. She was such a good girl for him.

He turned, eating up the space between him and the door, reaching out to swing it open. "What?!"

"Um." A slightly grizzled man blinked at him. "I'm sorry... but this is... it's a parking lot for truckers."

Steve looked him up and down. He was gonna assume he was some sort of lot attendant. "Give me less than an hour, and we'll be out of her. My wife just needs a moment."

The man blinked, turning slightly red. "Sir.. I don't.."
"Look, I know you have a job to do. I appreciate that. But its our honeymoon." Steve sighed, reaching up to scratch his shoulder. "Just an hour."

The man looked like he was going to continue to argue, and Steve sighed again, turning around to climb up the stairs high enough to reach over and grab his wallet from the dash, where he had tossed it coming back into the RV. Opening it, he pulled out a few twenties, holding them out.

"Like I said, an hour." Steve waited, watching the man.

The man reached out slowly, taking the money from Steve. Then he nodded. "An hour."

Steve nodded, pulling back, shutting the door behind himself as he went. Tossing the wallet back to where he had grabbed it from, he returned in his goal of getting to his wife.

Brooklyn had shifted again, laying on her back, knees pulled up, spread slightly, and Steve paused when he noticed how her feet were slightly pointed, the toes curling into the bedding. The little minx was touching herself.

"Babydoll...." he let the word roll of his tongue. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing..."

She giggled, and shifted again, spreading her legs. "And what if I am?"

He pulled at the button of his jeans, tugging the zipper open, pushing them down his hips slightly, as he finally made his way to the bedroom. He was right. She was laying on the bed, masturbating.

"Well, I guess we're gonna find out, aren't we?" He reached out, tugging on the leg closest to him, opening her up even further, climbing onto the bed and between her legs. Laying his hips between her thighs, he bent down, biting at one of her nipples, while her hands found his jeans, pushing them down further.

It didn't take long, before his cock was free, and he was urging her into an easier position for him to slide into her, causing her to let out a moan, and himself letting a grunt out.

In the terms of their usual lovemaking, it was not the most sophisticated. It didn't need to be. It was satisfying, because it was them. Their lovemaking, even at it's most mundane and rushed, was still a reflection of their love for each other.

Even with the biting and the rough touches, there was a layer of tenderness that embodied their emotions for one another.

Brooklyn still asserted that they were animals at their cores. He vowed to spend the rest of their lives teaching her that they were more. So much more.

In the end, it took less than the hour begged and bought from the lot attendant. He satisfied his wife's hunger in about thirty. With fifteen minutes left on the clock, he pulled his shirt back on, opened the curtains, slid into the driver's seat, and turned on the engine. Less than a few minutes after that, he slid his sunglasses on, and drove the RV off the parking lot. As he waited for traffic to open enough to give him room to get into position to get on the freeway, he turned his head, smiling as he saw Brooklyn's legs again. This time, she was still.
Sleeping on her stomach, her bare legs just about visible, tangled in the sheet.

He might have to see if he could sketch that view, while they were travelling. If he had his way, he would see it a lot before they returned to New York.

"Steve?" Brooklyn asked, bringing him back to the present. "How far are we from Kansas?"

He looked at her, noticing her frown. "I don't know. Maybe a day. Why?"

"The biggest ball of twine is there." She pointed at the laptop screen. "I don't understand the difference between twine and string. One is in Kansas, the other is in Minnesota."

He nodded, checking that he had seasoned the steaks right. "There is a big difference between Kansas and Minnesota, Honey."

She began typing at the laptop again, pausing, before nodding. "We can go through Chicago, and see the Bean, and maybe hit Cincinnati, before we go. It means jogging north for a bit. But it should be worth it. There's lots of interesting things, along the way. We can stretch out a day long trip, to maybe two or three. Not to mention, the time we spend in each place. If that's okay?"
"This is your trip, Babydoll." He reminded her. "I drive, you tell me where to go. If you want to go that way, than that's the way we will go."

"I also want to keep an eye out for a state or county fair." She told him, shutting the laptop gently. "I've never been to one. And they look fun on the TV. Like a bit of normal America."
"Normal is subjective." He reminded her, as he tossed a towel over his shoulder, picking up the plates with the steak Kitty had put in the fridge, when she was getting them ready. The plan had been to stop at a grocery store, before finding a place to camp for the night. But after her nap, Brooklyn had informed him that when she had put the sandwich things away, she had discovered that, for now at least, they didn't need to stop for anything unless they felt like it.

He could have kissed his mother-in-law, if she had been in front of him when Brooklyn had told him that. It was one less thing they needed to worry about. A quick browse through the fridge, pantry, and cupboards told him that the ability to celebrate their first full day married with grilled steak and potatoes was more than possible.

Kitty had gotten them steaks from one of the local butchers. Thick cuts, marbled to perfection. There was even a few loaves of bread from Carmine's bakery. He knew that by the end of the week, the familiar things they were used to would soon either be replaced or mingled with the items they would pick up along the way.

But for now, he was content.

"I'm gonna go throw these on the grill. The potatoes should be done. Want to set the table, and mix up the salad?" He asked, pausing on his way to the door of the RV.

"Yeah." She nodded, moving the laptop to the back of the table. "I can get that done. Wine tonight? Or do you want beer?"

He reached out, brushing his thumb over her chin. "Wine. Red would be good with the steak."
"I'll see what Kitty hid away." She grinned up at him, before reaching out and tugging on the waistband of his jeans. "Look at you. Roughing it."

He laughed. "This is as far from roughing it as possible. I believe the term is glamping."

"Glamping. Look at you, all up on the modern slang." she laughed, moving to stand up. "Go, be all manly. Cook the meat over an open flame. I'll be the dutiful little wife, and set the table."

He paused, running her tone over in his mind. Was that sass? Or was that just Brooklyn being Brooklyn?
He gave a hum in response, heading towards the door Plate of steaks firmly in hand. "It won't be long. I'm not gonna kill the meat. Just get a nice char on them."
"Well, it won't take me long on my end." She assured, and he paused on the steps to see her opening cupboards until she found the dishes. "If there's time, I'll go check out the closets and the drawers, see if Kitty was practical, or if she sent us off with nothing but designer."
"Might be a good idea." He sighed. "Kitty can be... a little impractical, when it comes to clothes, sometimes."
"She means well." Brooklyn waved a hand at him. "Go on, Rogers. Go cook the meat. I know you've been dying to."

He sent her a smile as he left the RV, striding over to the chair set up in front of the small grill that had been packed in the RV. After parking, he had followed the instructions he had been given, going to pull out the blocks that needed to go under the tires. While searching for them, he had found the grill, the briquettes, and the chairs. That had been the second thing he had set up after securing the tires. He had put the potatoes, wrapped in foil, after cutting thin slices into them and stuffing those slices with butter, salt, and pepper, on the grill as soon as the briquettes had burned long enough. They had been sitting there for a while, as he had prepared the steaks. He grabbed the hot pad, reaching out and gripping on the of the potatoes, feeling how soft it was, before nodding and moving it off to the side, along with the other one.

Satisfied they would stay warm, he picked up the first steak, gently laying it down on the grill, the sizzling sound as the meat made contact with the hot metal. The scent of the garlic and char was satisfying, as the smoke rose up. He laid the second steak down, just as gently, before reaching over with the hot pads, placing the foil wrapped potatoes on the plate, then setting it aside. He let out a comfortable breath, leaning back in the chair, smiling as he watched the steaks cook and sizzle over the heat.

They were thick enough, that he had a few minutes. Not long. He didn't want to go over five minutes on each side.

So, while he was waiting, he looked around the spot they were parked in. It was semi private, with the nearest camper far enough away they had been left alone. The bathroom facilities were a short walk away. The canopy of the trees offered some shade and solitude. Really, because of how far they were from the camp office, and the lake access, it made sense that they were being left alone.

He had just turned over the first steak, smiling at the grill marks, and was turning over the second one, when he heard a scream from the RV.

Steve paused, looking at the RV. There should be no reason why Brooklyn had screamed.

The reason for her scream was made apparent, pretty quickly after that. She threw open the screen on the RV door, throwing a round leather case out of the RV.

She looked at him, pointing at the case. "Mother fucking NO, Rogers!"

He sighed, watching as his wife slammed the RV door. Shaking his head, he returned to tending the steaks. They were soon done, returned to the plate he had taken them out on to rest, and he stood up, walking towards the RV door, bending to pick up his shield case. He juggled his Shield and the plate of food in one hand, while opening the door with the other.

He popped his head up enough to look at his wife, who was sitting on one of the chairs, sipping a glass of wine.

"Babydoll?" He ask, cautiously.

"Don't you fucking dare bring that thing into this..." She paused, taking a deep breath. "keep it outside. In fact, why don't you strap it to the roof. That's a good place for it."

Steve sighed, setting the shield in its leather case on the stairs, before continuing up to place the food on the table, taking note of the set places, the prepared salad, the butter and sour cream already set out, as well as the opened bottle of wine. He grabbed one of the plates, putting a steak on it, then a potato, before scooping up some of the salad.

"You ready for dinner?" He asked, setting the plate down on the table, in one of the set places. "I don't think you've eaten anything substantial since the sandwiches at lunch."

She sighed, standing up and coming over to sit down at the spot he had put the plate down. She set her wine glass down, reaching for the butter, as she picked up her knife. "I though this trip was for us. And gonna be just us. Just Steve and Brooklyn. I thought Captain America was gonna stay in New York."
He picked up the other plate, serving himself, before setting it down and following her example.
"It was. But when Pops suggested... or rather, insisted that your gear be brought along, in case of emergencies, I figured I might as well be ready, too." He picked up the wine bottle, filling his glass, before topping off hers. "So, if the Queen was gonna come on a cross country trip, i felt it was best that the Captain come, as well."
"Someone touched my gear?" She frowned, pausing in her preparing of her potato. "I don't know... they went into our apartment?"

He nodded taking a drink of the wine, before setting it down and taking the butter from her, cutting into the foil and pinching the potato to open it enough to slip the butter in. "I think Junior did. He said he knew what you would need."
"Yeah." she sighed. "I guess."
He watched her as she frowned, thinking. He prepared his potato, opening it up further and working the butter in, before reaching for the sour cream, spreading that on. He followed by adding a liberal shaking of salt and pepper. Then he took his first bite, all while watching her. He knew, after being with her for almost a year, that she needed time to tick things over in her head. She was very capable of making snap decisions, when needed. But when she was able, she would mull things over. Pick things apart, look at them, and put them back together until they fit in a way that made sense to her. Given enough time, she would come to a conclusion that was acceptable to her. This was one of those times, when he felt he could give her the time she needed. He ate, chewing on the salad as well, before picking up his knife, cutting into the steak, pleased with the level of pink he saw in the center, before putting it in his mouth, before leaning back and reaching for his wine glass.

"Eat, Babydoll. Before it gets cold." He told her, taking a sip, sucking on his back teeth to make sure nothing was left behind.

She sighed, nodding, finishing up preparing her potato with the butter, sour cream and salt and pepper. She brought a bite up to her mouth, nodding slightly.

"So, you expect trouble?" She asked, taking another bite, meeting his eyes.
"No. Of course not. Pops just said it was better to be safe, than sorry. And I agreed with him. He also had some firearms put away, as well. But he said he knew you preferred your blades." He continued to eat, reaching for the bottle of steak sauce, sprinkling a little on his plate, before leaning over and putting some on hers as well. "I honestly don't think we're gonna need anything. I think we are gonna be perfectly fine. It's just a precaution. Just for the maybe."

She sighed, cutting into the steak and dabbing it in the sauce before putting it in her mouth. Her eyes narrowed at him, while she chewed and swallowed. "And if I decide I want to practice? Cut a few things up? By the way, the steak is really good."
"Thank you." He grinned. "I really do like grilling. If you want to practice, I can help. Might be nice to test your skill set, see what you've let go, since being out and about in the world. Not to mention, I want to know what your strengths and your weaknesses are, so I can maybe help you with them."

She groaned. "Really, Steve? You wanna pick at my fighting abilities? At my styles?"
"I wanna know that my wife is protected, at all times." He said firmly. "I want to know... I need to know, that you are gonna be safe. That no one is gonna take you from me."
This was one of his biggest fears. Watching her leave, for months, to go rescue all of those girls, had filled him with pride. Pride that she was stepping up to right wrongs in the world. Her argument that while he was strong enough, connected enough, good enough, to handle the big things that threatened the entire world, and the country, was accurate. She just wanted to protect one small corner of it. One small part of it, that would keep them, and Juliana safe. Removing the threat, the Russians, had been a part of it. Chipping away at their power, removing a source of their income, made logical sense.

So yeah, he was beyond proud of her for doing that.

But as often as she came home with wounds... knife marks, black eyes and busted lips, bruises and the occasional cracked bone, frightened him. It terrified him that one day, there would be a lucky shot, like the one she took in Virginia. Only instead of the guy walking away, this person would be smart enough to deliver the kill shot while she was down. That one day, she wasn't gonna come home to him, after going out with her crew.
The organization might be at peace now. But based on some of the things Kitty had said, in the months working with her to organize the wedding, and now to refurbish and redesign the house they had bought, that peace didn't last for long. On top of it, there were more than a little bad feelings brewing over his Babydoll's appointment as the Boss of Brooklyn. Eventually, sooner rather than later, someone was gonna challenge her for her seat at the table. And knowing how things worked, it wasn't gonna be an amicable argument. It would be an outright bloodbath.

What he heard was his fear was valid. His fear of losing her was real. There was always going to be a possibility that one night she may leave his arms, and never return.

The decision to work with her, train with her, test to see how well she would hold up in a fight, see what needed to be adjusted, was an easy one. Anything he could do, to ensure his wife came home, he would do.

She was watching him, as much as he was watching her, when she let out a loud sigh, reaching for her wine glass. She drained it, setting it down, before folding her arms across her chest, a slight smirk on her face.

"What?" He asked, pausing with a bite halfway to his mouth.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, so hard, Rogers." She told him, picking up her fork to spear a bite of steak. "You're gonna regret it."
He laughed, putting the bite in his mouth. He shook his head, still chuckling until he swallowed. "Oh, Babydoll... I beat your Papa in a fight."
"You beat my emotionally compromised Papa. And from what I heard, he still put you in the hospital for two weeks. Poked a few holes in you, didn't he?" She raised an eyebrow. "Shot you in the ass, too. Not that it was a small target."

He leveled his fork at her. "He shot me in the stomach, and yeah, the backside. Well, my thigh, really."
"I've grabbed your thighs..." She mused, still smirking. "I'm pretty sure they aren't on your hips."

He sighed. "I'm not... Babydoll... really?"
She hummed, as she chewed. "I'm just saying. My Papa? Hell of a fighter. And he trained me. So... this might be interesting."

"We aren't gonna spend our entire honeymoon fighting." He sighed again. "Just... occasionally."
"Our whole lives." She nodded, grinning. "It's not really your fault. You can't help the fact that your brain is damaged from all those years in the ice. Although, I'm pretty sure it happened before you crashed that plane."
He grinned back. "The smartest thing I've ever done? Making you my wife."
"Well, I couldn't very well leave you alone!" She shook her head, laughing. "Someone has to stay on top of you! Or else you are gonna go do so many stupid fucking things! Like, I don't know... decide to go fight robots."
He was happy to hear her response. The incident in Sokovia, and how it had nearly broken her, had been a touchy subject. To hear her joke about it? Filled him with joy. She was getting better, getting over it.
"Well, I do like having you on top of me." He drained his wine glass. "You're beautiful when you're riding my cock, cumming and shaking. And the noises you make? Fucking music."

She looked at him, before standing up. Brooklyn reached for her tank top, pulling it off, throwing it at him, before heading towards the bedroom. She paused long enough to drop her shorts and underwear.
Looking over her shoulder, as she crawled on the bed, she winked at him. "Well? Wanna see it again?"
His cock went from half hard to achingly hard in a heartbeat. He pushed back from the table, pulling off his shirt, and working the front of his jeans until he could push them down off his hips. A quick toeing off of his shoes allowed him to strip his jeans, underwear, and socks off. He followed her to the bed, flopping on it, rolling over and stroking his cock, waiting for her. His brilliant Babydoll didn't disappoint, swinging a leg over his hips, and dropping down to capture his cock between them.
Steve grunted, rocking his hips to rub against her, while grasping her hips. She leaned over and he raised his head, capturing one of her nipples, sucking hard as her hips began to match his rhythm. She grasped the back of his head, while reaching between them, getting a hold of his cock, stroking hard.

"You know..." She hummed. "I like the noise you make, too. When you grunt... groan... the snarls you make when you're going hard... not to mention how fucking filthy your mouth is."
He grunted as she gave his cock a particularly hard stroke, pushing the skin down to his base. "You inspire me."
Brooklyn laughed, rocking her hips high up, then placing the head of his cock against her pussy, before pressing down, gasping as she pushed herself onto his dick. "Yeah... what am I inspiring you to do now?"
He pushed his hips up, until he was fully encased inside her. "So fucking many things... I wanna fuck you until the head of my cock pops out of your mouth... I want to throw you down, fuck you into the dirt..."
She moaned, starting to ride him. "More... give me more...."
"I want to chase you through the woods again... only this time I want to fuck you until you scream. I don't want to stop, even if it hurts you..." He dug his fingers into her hips, feeling the give, knowing he was going to leave bruises... if only for a moment. "I want to choke you with my cock again.... feel you struggle against it... I want to fuck your ass until you cry..."
"All of it..." She rocked harder, her breath coming shorter. "All of it... more..."

"I wanna finger fuck you in public... feel you cum on my fingers while I talk to someone..." He let go of her hips with one hand, using it to lift his back up off the bed, giving himself more leverage to move. "I want bend you over a railing, fuck you from behind, while everyone watches... as they know you're mine... your cunt is mine... my cock is the one that makes you cry."

"Yes!" She nodded, biting her lip, the muscles in her pussy starting to flutter. "That... more...please, Steve?"
"I'm gonna tie you up, leave you on the bed, with vibrators in your ass and pussy. Leave you there, while you cum, over and over again, while I drive. Maybe pull over occasionally, use your mouth to cum, then go back to driving. Have it so your legs are shaking so bad, when we get to where we are going." He looked between them, watching as his cock moved in and out of her, rubbing her clit. "Have you suck me off on the highway... going seventy.... Lift up the back of your skirt, pinch that clit while I drive...Oh, fuck... Babydoll.. you're gonna cum for me, aren't ya...."

She whined, nodding, bouncing now, her breasts jiggling in an amazing way that damn near hypnotized him. "Yeah... gonna cum, Steve..."
"Cum, Babydoll.. soak that cock... give me your cum, Brooklyn." He ordered, letting go of her hip to grab her hair, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Do it... do it now..."
Her mouth dropped open, and he felt her body clamp down on him, before beginning to tighten and release in a rhythm that made him clench his teeth. She cried out, high and long, before shaking, her body dropping against him, her arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders.
"Oh, fuck... Steve...." She panted, resting her forehead against his. "So fucking good...."
He grinned up at her, letting go of her hair and sitting up completely, his arms going around her waist. "Not done yet, Babydoll... I'm still gonna cum in you... so deep inside you..."

He began bucking his hips up into hers, causing her to cry out again, her nails scoring his skin, as he felt his lips pull back from his teeth. They were both panting, the air between them hot and moist from the building sweat and their shared breaths.

The tingling in his balls began, as they tightened, pulling up towards his body, ready to unleash the torrent of cum he wanted to plant as far up in her body as possible. That brief hope he always carried while fucking his wife was there. That it would work. That her birth control would fail. That he would impregnate her. That he would make a new life inside her. That he would be able to meld their DNA and blood into one small being.

Steve pushed it down. Both the urge and the tingle. While both were usually welcome, he had set a goal, internally. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock again, before he came himself. The urge to knock her up... that was for another day.

His breath was choppy, as he inhaled through clenched teeth, the exhales becoming the snarls she had described as loving to hear. His hand slipped between them grabbing her breast, his fingers dimpling the skin, her nipple stabbing his palm. Over and over he fucked his hips up, driving his cock in and out of her, the sounds of the sloshing from the fluids as delightful to him as the high cries leaving her throat.

"I wanna... I wanna.... fuck you... in every... state." He panted, speaking through his teeth. "I wanna... see you.... cum..beneath...the stars.... I'm gonna...fuck you...whenever...I want...and....no one...is gonna...stop us...."

"Fuck...yes, Steve... Please...all of that... all of that..." She rested her head on his shoulder, rocking her hips in time with his. "I wanna do that too...Oh, fuck..again...I'm gonna cum again.."
"Do it, Babydoll..." He ordered, going harder, eager to feel her cum around him. "C'mon, Babydoll...give me that cum... you know you ....there it is...good girl...there it is..."
She cried out again, her body stilling before a deep grunt left her, causing her to suck in breaths, her hands clutching at him, while she came, her body snapping shut on his cock.
It was too much for Steve's control.
The wet heat which seemed to suck at his cock pulled him over the edge, and a guttural sound clawed out of his chest, as his cock jerked, and started spitting cum into her. He ground his hips up, pulling her down tighter, ensuring as much of his cum load went where he wanted it to.
God, he could almost imagine those little swimmers hunting for one of her eggs... surrounding it... one of the determined little fuckers breaking through into it...

He grunted out again, as the mental image heightened the orgasm roaring through him.

"Fuck!" He let out, ignoring the fact that his grip had to be hurting her. Without thinking, he stood up, turning and laying her down, driving his hips down into her as he lay on top of her, not giving a fuck if his weight was crushing her. All he cared about was making his wife take every drop of his cum into her body. "Fucking good, Babydoll! So fucking good..."

She was kissing his shoulder, his neck, his jaw... and then she turned his face towards hers and sealed their lips together.' Her tongue surged into his mouth and he groaned as his tangled with it.

And just as soon as it hit them, it washed away.

They lay on the bed, entangled, intertwined, enmeshed.

He would almost swear that their hearts were beating at the same pace.

She chuckled, shaking her head, before she pushed at his shoulders.
"G'off." She mumbled, and he complied, rolling to the side, enjoying the sight of the flush on her chest still in her skin, her breasts heaving, topped proudly by stiff nipples. His hand found one, his fingers brushing the raspberry skin. She reached up and slapped at his hand, laughing. "No! No more! Not until bed time!"

He laughed, as well, trying to get at the nipple, which turned into a game of her slapping his hand, and his hand trying to get past her. Finally, she gave up, and triumphant, he cupped the breast, giving it a jiggle.

He let out a happy little hum, while the sweat cooled on his body, before he heard her stomach rumble. Steve lifted his head looking at her, seeing her covering her eyes, while her body started to twitch with her suppressed laughter.

"I only had like...five or six bites of dinner." She admitted, sighing before she started giggling again.

"Ah." He nodded, lifting up on his elbow to lean over and kiss her. "Stay here."
He leveraged himself off the bed, grabbing his underwear, and pulling them on. Going over to the table, he collected the plates and placed them on the counter. A bit of knife work later, and he slid the cut steaks onto one plate, as well as making room for both prepared potatoes and a bit more salad. He placed one fork on the plate, going back to the table to grab the wine bottle and one glass, while also grabbing the steak sauce. A few shakes of the bottle let him drizzle the sauce on the meat, and his hands loaded, he went back to the bed, handing the wine to Brooklyn, while climbing up to join her.

He placed the plate on the bed between them, spearing a slice of the steak, offering it to her.

She blinked, but opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her.
"So, where are we going, tomorrow?" He asked, preparing another bite for his amazing wife.

"Columbus." Brooklyn told him, holding the glass out for him to take a sip. He did, nodding as she pulled away. "There is an authentic German butcher there. I saw it on one of the travel shows. They have a smorgasbord, and cream puffs the size of your head, Steve. The size of your head!"

He nodded his head again. "Well, I guess we better go and have one, then."
He held out another bite for her, and she took it, smiling.
"You tell me where to go, and I'll get us there, Babydoll." He told her. "This is your show. You give the orders. I follow them."

A/N: MISS ME? lol! Here we go! Back into the fray! As of now, no posting schedule, but I'm working on it! ALSO! Queens Cuttings is going to be posted tonight, as well! Check it out! 
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