I felt no warmth beside me, so I knew that Steve wasn't in bed.

I was tangled up in the sheets, them coming into contact with all of my skin. I pulled them closer, reveling in what warmth they could give me. I knew the sun was peeking through, a good wakeup compared to last night. At some point during the night, a storm had fallen overhead.

Opening my eyes, I felt a sense of déjà vu hit me. Here I was, in bed, like before, whereas Steve was in a chair, pencil and sketchpad in hand. He wasn't asleep, the only thing he wore was his boxers. Maybe I can give him the gag gift of Captain America boxers. Like before, he didn't realize that I was awake.

I adjusted slightly, looking at the dewy window. The drops glistened against the glass. I hummed in content.

"You moved, Kiara. Again."

I adjusted again. "Oops?" I gave him a cheeky smile. "Is this right?"

He smiled coyly. "I'm kidding, I was long done. I'm just shading."

I stuck my tongue out at him, pulling the sheets up with me to create some sort of dress. "Another one?"

"I finished the last one, remember?" He avoided my eyes.

"Right." Truthfully, it slipped my mind, what with what happened the past week or so. "You'll let me see it, right?"

"You make it sound like you've never seen my art before. You already know how it'll turn out."

"Yes, but, those weren't portraits of your girlfriend. You've only done one. This will make two." I smirked. "No pressure if you mess it up."

He scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

I watched how focused Steve was. That laser-focus was a look I rarely saw on him. He wore it often when he became Captain America.

I tore apart the bedding just to keep the sheet wrapped around me. I kept stepping on it, almost tripping myself a few times. I scooted the sketchpad out of the way so I could sit on Steve's lap. He leaned in, pressing a kiss against my bare shoulder.

Without any fight, I took the sketchpad, examining the latest piece of art. It certainly could belong in a museum. Though the picture was just in black and white, it spoke volumes.

"When you hang up the spangly outfit, this is what you're gonna do," I insisted.

"When, huh?"

"Well, you can't be Captain America forever."

"Who says that I can't?"

"People. And time, eventually." I shrugged. "You'll one day get tired of it and want out."

"Yeah, well, that's gonna be a long time from now."

I pursed my lips. "Still got that save-the-world spirit in you?"

"Could you box Cynder up and put her away for good?" He looked at me.

The idea of retiring from superhero business never came to mind, mostly because we were in a time where humans needed us. How long would that go on for? "If I had enough incentive, I could."

"And never look back? Never regret it?"

"Are you saying that you would?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe."

"See? You wouldn't know until it happened."

"The same can be said about you."

I rolled my eyes. "I'd try and draw you, but, I don't think I was born artistic."

"It's not for everyone." He set the contents on the floor beside the chair, putting his arms around me. I ran a hand through his mussed hair. "I think you should fight bad guys like this."

"In a bed sheet?" I gave Steve an odd look.

"It'd distract the bad guys."

"And make you jealous as anything."

"Nah, I know you're mine."

I tossed my head. "I'd be the laughing stock of the Avengers."

"You're worried about that?" Steve snorted. "I thought I was in the presence of a confident Asgardian?"

I blushed. "I know I'm in the presence of one of the kindest men that has ever graced this planet."

"I don't remember making this a competition as to who can flatter the other best."

Just as we started kissing, I could hear Steve's phone ringing. I pulled away, scowling. He watched me with expectant eyes, I just stared him down.

"I'm not getting up," I declared.

"Fine." Steve picked me up, got up out of the chair, and threw me over his shoulder. I huffed, deciding to not fight him on it as he walked to retrieve his phone. "Hello?"

I couldn't hear the voice on the other end, the phone was at the opposite ear I was closest to. Bored, I lightly swung my legs, them brushing the bed sheet that I still had wrapped around me. I hummed, telling Steve of my boredom.

"Who was it?" I asked when I heard the call end.

"That was Sam. He...he thinks he might've found something."

"Already?" I pushed against Steve, and he set me down. I readjusted the sheet around me. "So, what? Is he looking into it?"

"Yeah. He told me to stay put until he got confirmation."

"But if he and I know any better, we know you won't stay put."

Steve gave me a half-crooked smile. "You know me so well."

"So you're just up and leaving? Don't want to have a little fun first?" I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.

"We've got plenty of time to do that." Steve pecked me on the mouth before heading out of the room.

I sighed. "All right. Just give me some time to change out of this."

"What?"

I turned to Steve, who looked at me questioningly in the doorway. "You don't expect me to stay here, do you?"

"I figured you didn't want to come along."

"Steve, your friend is out there, lost, and possibly not in his right mind. I know what he may be experiencing. I can help him, I'm best qualified."

"I might have you beat on that."

"You may be his best friend, but I fought alongside him. I underwent the same torture that he did." I remembered the electricity to my brain, how it took almost nothing to turn me against the people I cared about. I didn't want that for Bucky.

Whatever he'd done, it wasn't his fault. It wasn't by his hands. HYDRA was his puppeteer, all he was doing was following orders in that messed up, brain-washed mind of his.

"You better tell Sam we're coming," I told Steve. "Kind of need to get where he's at from him, anyway, unless you'd rather try and go find him."

"Better contact Stark then, just in case."

"You got it."

I found my phone in the bedroom, unlocking it. I pulled up Tony's number, sending a text.

Keep those rooms warm for us. Gonna be delayed.

Should I even begin to ask why?

I smiled. Probably better if you don't.

Be safe, firefly.

Will do.

I inhaled deeply, mentally preparing myself. The fun never stops when you're an Avenger. I dug through my clothes, grabbing what I knew I was going to need.

Time to find Steve's best friend.

**Let's just assume the gif is of Stiara, eh? Because yours truly isn't fancy with graphics and can't make a Stiara gif, or anything related to Stiara [cries]**