#Babygirl is too heartbroken to think proper

[bloody-shadow666]

onLY THE C R O W N CAN PARDON YOU

jude

JUDE

"I'm starting to think he messed up with that wording"

J U D E

[radi0active-thoughts]

SUTRA - Chapter 8

A/N: Hey there, guys! I'm really sorry I couldn't post lately. Writer's block and a few adult life issues have been compromising my time. But here it is and I genuinely hope you like it.

Warnings: none, I guess. Just Steve Rogers being a rascal, reader figuring out she needs to calm the fuck down, oblivious Sammy boy.

Word count: a lot of words

Y/N Wilson's POV

The next day

I woke up with sore hips, messy hair and naked, worn out from the night before. Steve stayed as much as he could, it means until people began calling him to go back to the compound, wondering where he was and wondering why his phone was off.

His alibi? His phone lost battery and we began to binge one of those Netflix shows, which was half true after we had sex - we began watching "Frontier".

His sweetness and dominance appeared on my skin in a few bruises and beard burns, and memories of his touch and kisses would make my skin tingle deliciously. I groaned and covered my body with my sheets while going to my bathroom to take a shower.

With the warm water, my muscles began to relax and I sighed from relief. My body relaxed in the warm water and I took the longest shower of my life. After that, I wrapped myself in a towel and got dressed to stay at home - booty shorts and a large shirt, with no underwear, were my choice.

I was dressing up when my phone rang. I ran to pick it up to see an unknown number.

"Hello." I picked up e put it on loudspeaker since I was combing my hair.

"Hey babygirl." I heard and smiled. Steve's voice is unmistakable.

"Hola, papi." I said with smile in my voice. "Good morning, I think."

"You just woke up, didn't ya?" He asked with a laugh.

"Yeah." I answered. "You worn me out yesterday."

"Good to know." He chuckled. "And it is good morning. 11 am."

"At least I won't lose a entire day." I said. "What are you up to today?"

"Nothing really." He answered.

"Would come here today?" I asked. "So we can keep watching Frontier."

"Oh." He said. "I can't... you'll have a visitor soon."

"Now you can predict the future, Steven?" I asked him and he laughed. My doorbell rang.

"It appears so." He commented with a laugh. I held my phone between my ear and opened my door to see my cousin, Sam.

"Milkshakes?!" He asked smiling.

"So, Greta" I made up a name using Steve's middle name - Grant. Steve held his laugh. "I gotta go now, I'm going out with my cousin... yeah, girl, talk to you later. Bye!"

I turned down the call and looked back at Sam. I smiled.

"Samuel!" I said and hugged him tight. "Better than yesterday?"

"Don't even make me remember." He said. "That was the worst hangover I've ever had in years! How's it going?"

"I'm good." I answered. He watched me closely.

"Bruises?" He asked with a smirk, which soon dissapeared. "You're not seeing your ex, are you?"

"Ew, no." I answered. "Why would I be?"

"Steve said that when you got here, Juan was waiting for you to talk." Sam answered. "And that he thought Steve was your new man."

"I'm not like him by any means." I said bitterly. "I think you wanna come in, I suppose."

"Yeah, sure." Sam answered and entered my apartment. "Are you going to get milkshakes with me today?"

"You promised me, didn't you?" I answered. He nodded. "Let me just put proper clothes on."

"And hide the bruises, please." He said. "I don't need a reminder that you had some and I didn't manage having any."

"Okay!" I said pulling the y at the end, after laughing loudly.

"So, who's this mystery guy that left you covered in bruises?" Sam asked while we were at the car. We were almost at the place.

He had borrowed one of the many cars in Tony Stark's collection, an old black Mustang. We were going to a special place for us - a really old milkshake place at Coney Island where Sam took me first time he came back home from Air Force services. I remember that day we watched a beautiful sunset while I talked about my high school sweetheart, who was José at that time. We never got to have a relationship, not even had sex, but we got an inseparable bond since then.

"You don't really need to know." I answered him after thinking if I should tell him that the man was his best friend and teammate. I thought it was better not.

"Why?!" He asked in a loud whine.

"Because it's none of your business." I answered with a laugh. "For now."

"What do you mean with "for now"?"He asked when we parked the car.

"I mean that I don't want to scare the guy away with the possibility of anyone knowing about us." I answered.

"Makes sense." Sam thought for a while and shrugged. He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. "Now, where were we?"

"Milkshakes!" We screamed together, like the teenagers we used to be.

-

"This keeps getting better and better with time." I said while drinking the red berries milkshake I held. Sam had a classic chocolate milkshake. He agreed with a hum.

"And with french fries, then?" He asked. "The definition of Paradise!"

"I love how this place brings me that nostalgic feeling." I said. "As if I was that hopeless romantic yet."

"And why you're not that hopeless romantic anymore?" Sam asked after throwing a french fry inside his mouth.

"I always thought that a relationship would be that movie thing, always the romantic cliche inside the chick flicks, you know?" I asked and he nodded. "But in the end feels like it's all about bitterness and cheating."

"Hey, darling..." Sam began and hugged me, kissing my head in a empathetic way. "Love isn't about cheating, it shouldn't be, at least... but people screw up."

"I know, right?" I said.

"People screw up and love isn't exactly a walk in Central Park in a sunny day." He said. "But what remains to us is believing in love as if we've never been heartbroken."

I thought a little about what Sam just said. My conclusion: he was damn right - I shouldn't give up on love because someone screwed up with me; even though I should give myself time to heal. I should just go with the flow, to see what would happen - with Steve and I, and mainly with myself.

"To love as if we've never been heartbroken?" Sam said, raising a french fry. I smiled and took a french fry.

"To love as if we've never been heartbroken." I said and we made a toast with our fries.

-

After the entire afternoon talking and having milkshakes, Sam left me at home, not before entering to use the restroom. I began to organize some stuff for tomorrow and laughed when I saw that the frame Steve and I knocked down while making out was still there.

I hanged it back on its place and went to my room so I could prepare for a night full of sleep. I took another shower to relax, wore a silky light pink nightgown and began to spread some mosturizer on my skin - it smelled like vanilla.

My night selfcare was interrupted by a knock at the door. Some things never change, I thought knowing that Sam could be forgetful of his keys and even his wallet.

"Samuel, did you forget your keys ag-" I began while knocking on the door, but there I saw someone different.

Wearing jeans, shoes and a tight fit white shirt, there was Steve. I was actually surprised when I saw him.

"Steven?" I asked.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today." He said and pulled me to him. My arms laced his neck.

"Oh, really Capitán?" I said and he grabbed my butt, making me jump onto him. He closed the door and put me against it.

"Babygirl..." He warned. His eyes dark with desire.

"This time, please no visible bruises." I said.

"Okay." He said while kissing my neck.

"And let me lock my door." I said and stretched my left arm so I could turn the keys inside the lock. "Okay. Where were we?"

With no verbal answer, Steve and I shared a rough kiss while he carried us to my bedroom, so we'd have sex for that whole night.

A/N

"Has anyone seen Steve?" Sam asked when entering the compound's common room.

"He might be at the training room, I guess." Natasha answered taking her eyes from a book she was reading.

"No, I already looked for him there." He said.

"Have you been to his room already?" Bucky said not taking his eyes off of his new phone. He was actually playing Candy Crush, a phone game Scott had introduced him.

"No, I haven't." Sam answered. "I looked for him at the training room because he's more there than in his actual room."

"That's true." Wanda commented while walking through the TV channels trying to watch something interesting. Sam sighed.

"FRIDAY, where is Steve?" He asked.

"Mr. Rogers has left the compound for an hour and half, Mr. Wilson." FRIDAY answered.

"Did he tell where he was going?" Sam asked again.

"No, sir." FRIDAY answered. "But he took his motorcycle."

"Can you locate him, please?" Sam asked.

GPS system on - locate: Steven Grant Rogers

locating Steven Grant Rogers

GPS system for Steven Grant Rogers has been manually turned off.

"Steve turned off the GPS system?" Bucky asked finally taking his eyes off of his phone. "That punk can barely use a phone!"

"It appears he turned his phone off too." Wanda said.

"Have you ever thought that he doesn't want us to know where he is?" Natasha asked. She smirked after. "My guess is that he's hiding a girl."

"A girl?" Bucky and Sam asked in unison.

"Why else the Captain America would leave the compound on a Sunday night with no long missions scheduled?" Nat asked as in a matter of fact. "It's not to stop some thief from stealing a corner store or to stop some street gang from shitting around. There are people who already take care of that."

"So Cap has got a girl?" Sam said. "Holy shit."

"Yeah." Bucky said. "Now I wanna know who that might be."

"Everyone does." Nat said. Wanda looked at her. "Wanda can you come to my room for a second? We need to talk."

"Yeah, sure."

After Wanda and Nat entered the elevator and the doors closed, Nat looked at Wanda and left out a laugh.

"How come Sam is that clueless?" She asked and Wanda laughed while leaving the elevator.

"Don't even tell me!" Wanda said while they walked to Nat's room so they would watch a movie. "We can't blame him though."

"Yeah but" Nat began. "If you get one and one, you can make two, right?"

"Or three" Wanda said and shrugged. "Maybe four."

"Jesus, Wanda." Nat said. "Can you imagine what might happen if Steve puts a baby inside Y/NN?"

"I don't even wanna know." Wanda answered. "But the way that those two go at it like rabbits, I don't think they will take long."

"Oh, that will be fun." Nat said after thinking for a while.

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