((Contains scenes of an adult nature.))
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After some further discussion with Fury, Steve and Lucy had retired to the quarters Fury had arranged for them, and the first thing Steve had done after scarfing down the breakfast Croft had commandeered for him was take a long, hot shower, which did wonders for his sense of well-being. If not for the irritating ache in his side, he'd have almost felt like himself again, but he knew it wouldn't be long before that, too, was resolved. His suit had been picked up for cleaning and replaced with casual clothes that were a little old-fashioned looking for someone who looked in his early to mid-twenties. He had yet to wear a pair of blue jeans or a jogging suit and sneakers.
Standard S.H.I.E.L.D. accomodations had certainly been something of an eye-opener for Lucy. She'd been expecting something boxy with minimal facilities. What she was currently enjoying was a hot shower of her own in possibly the best equipped, albeit functional, bathroom she'd had the privilege to use. She had a feeling Steve might not be too comfortable with the fact that she had nipped straight into the shower barely a minute after he'd gotten out, but that was tough. She'd gone three days without a decent wash, and that was plenty, thank you very much. If it wasn't for the fact that they seemed to be under a form of house arrest, she'd have been perfectly content, too.
Of course, she couldn't stay under the hot water forever, much as she would have liked to, and twenty minutes after getting in, she was getting out again, remembering to wrap the towel around herself before she stepped out of the cubicle. No sense in upsetting her still rather innocent fiance with her complete lack of modesty about her own body just yet, after all. "You know, for a military installation, this borders on luxury."
"Ever consider that they're trying to seduce you?" he asked, wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a white shirt emblazoned with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, his cheeks and chin lathered with shaving cream that smelled vaguely of menthol. "You realize we're under protective custody," he pointed out, which basically meant that they were being kept there until a full agreement had been reached and they'd signed on the dotted line, so to speak.
"I suppose it stands to reason that Fury would want us under his thumb until he's got everything watertight," Lucy shrugged lightly. It made sense, but that didn't mean they had to like it. "I don't think he trusts anyone very much. I know I wouldn't trust me in this situation." She flashed him a smile as she passed behind him, squeezing the water from her hair.
"You realize Tony is going to find out sooner or later," he remarked, leaning toward the mirror as far as his injured side would allow as he scraped the shaving cream from his face with a razor, preferring to do it the old fashioned way. And he hadn't even mentioned Peggy yet, or any other relatives Lucy might have in England.
There was no reply for a moment. Lucy was still trying to get her head around the idea of having relatives, much less one who was internationally renowned. Or was that infamous" She sighed softly, turning to lean on the doorframe, watching him shave as she tucked the towel a little more securely about herself. "I know," she admitted. "I'm not sure how I feel about it."
His gaze darted to her reflection in the mirror, trying hard not to focus on the fact that she was clad only in a towel, before returning to his shaving. "He's not gonna be happy about it, but it's not your fault. He's already got issues with his father that have nothing to do with you." He turned on the faucet and rinsed off the razor before continuing, running the blade over his one side of his face. "What about your sister" You still want to keep her in the dark?"
The thought of Liv was a difficult one. "That's another one I don't know about," Lucy confessed. "I mean, we both have issues about being abandoned, but she's still really hurting about it. She takes it a lot more personally than I do, and ....I don't know. Finding out that we were purposely abandoned by a man who could have at least made an effort to make sure we were looked after could rip her all to pieces again. It's only since she's been with Johnny that it hasn't been playing on her mind so much. I don't want to undo all the good he's done with her."
Though he didn't mention it, he had to wonder if they were being watched even now. The thought of that bothered him, but so far, they hadn't said or done anything that might warrant keeping an eye on them. He flicked a glance at her in the mirror again before answering. "Maybe you should wait until after you find out why you were abandoned before you decide what to tell her." He still had a feeling there was a lot more going on here than they'd been told. "I just can't see any relative of Peggy's allowing that to happen."
"Maybe she didn't have a choice," Lucy murmured. "There are so many things that could have happened to make it necessary. I don't want to imagine the worst, but maybe that would be for the best in the long run." She shook her head, looking him over with a critcal eye. "Are you going to let me dose you again before you keel over?"
Obviously, Stark had wanted to keep the affair - or one night stand, whatever it was - a secret, but he wasn't quite sure what had happened on the other end. He frowned at her question as he ran the blade over his chin. "Are you going to give me enough horse tranquilizer to knock me out again?" he countered.
She laughed. "Not if you don't want me to," she assured him, straightening from her lean. "Thirty was a little much. I was thinking half that, just to take the edge off again. And don't try and tell me it isn't painful enough to warrant analgesics - I'm naked, not stupid." She flickered a sweetly innocent wink his way, turning to enter the main room and rummage through the medi-kit that had been provided.
"Don't remind me. I'm trying not to think about it," he retorted, regarding her state of mostly undress. "I shouldn't even be here, you know. I should be out there. If I'd known Fury was going to keep us here..." He frowned as he rinsed the blade off and set it aside, feeling like a prisoner under house arrest when they'd done nothing wrong.
After some further discussion with Fury, Steve and Lucy had retired to the quarters Fury had arranged for them, and the first thing Steve had done after scarfing down the breakfast Croft had commandeered for him was take a long, hot shower, which did wonders for his sense of well-being. If not for the irritating ache in his side, he'd have almost felt like himself again, but he knew it wouldn't be long before that, too, was resolved. His suit had been picked up for cleaning and replaced with casual clothes that were a little old-fashioned looking for someone who looked in his early to mid-twenties. He had yet to wear a pair of blue jeans or a jogging suit and sneakers.
Standard S.H.I.E.L.D. accomodations had certainly been something of an eye-opener for Lucy. She'd been expecting something boxy with minimal facilities. What she was currently enjoying was a hot shower of her own in possibly the best equipped, albeit functional, bathroom she'd had the privilege to use. She had a feeling Steve might not be too comfortable with the fact that she had nipped straight into the shower barely a minute after he'd gotten out, but that was tough. She'd gone three days without a decent wash, and that was plenty, thank you very much. If it wasn't for the fact that they seemed to be under a form of house arrest, she'd have been perfectly content, too.
Of course, she couldn't stay under the hot water forever, much as she would have liked to, and twenty minutes after getting in, she was getting out again, remembering to wrap the towel around herself before she stepped out of the cubicle. No sense in upsetting her still rather innocent fiance with her complete lack of modesty about her own body just yet, after all. "You know, for a military installation, this borders on luxury."
"Ever consider that they're trying to seduce you?" he asked, wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a white shirt emblazoned with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, his cheeks and chin lathered with shaving cream that smelled vaguely of menthol. "You realize we're under protective custody," he pointed out, which basically meant that they were being kept there until a full agreement had been reached and they'd signed on the dotted line, so to speak.
"I suppose it stands to reason that Fury would want us under his thumb until he's got everything watertight," Lucy shrugged lightly. It made sense, but that didn't mean they had to like it. "I don't think he trusts anyone very much. I know I wouldn't trust me in this situation." She flashed him a smile as she passed behind him, squeezing the water from her hair.
"You realize Tony is going to find out sooner or later," he remarked, leaning toward the mirror as far as his injured side would allow as he scraped the shaving cream from his face with a razor, preferring to do it the old fashioned way. And he hadn't even mentioned Peggy yet, or any other relatives Lucy might have in England.
There was no reply for a moment. Lucy was still trying to get her head around the idea of having relatives, much less one who was internationally renowned. Or was that infamous" She sighed softly, turning to lean on the doorframe, watching him shave as she tucked the towel a little more securely about herself. "I know," she admitted. "I'm not sure how I feel about it."
His gaze darted to her reflection in the mirror, trying hard not to focus on the fact that she was clad only in a towel, before returning to his shaving. "He's not gonna be happy about it, but it's not your fault. He's already got issues with his father that have nothing to do with you." He turned on the faucet and rinsed off the razor before continuing, running the blade over his one side of his face. "What about your sister" You still want to keep her in the dark?"
The thought of Liv was a difficult one. "That's another one I don't know about," Lucy confessed. "I mean, we both have issues about being abandoned, but she's still really hurting about it. She takes it a lot more personally than I do, and ....I don't know. Finding out that we were purposely abandoned by a man who could have at least made an effort to make sure we were looked after could rip her all to pieces again. It's only since she's been with Johnny that it hasn't been playing on her mind so much. I don't want to undo all the good he's done with her."
Though he didn't mention it, he had to wonder if they were being watched even now. The thought of that bothered him, but so far, they hadn't said or done anything that might warrant keeping an eye on them. He flicked a glance at her in the mirror again before answering. "Maybe you should wait until after you find out why you were abandoned before you decide what to tell her." He still had a feeling there was a lot more going on here than they'd been told. "I just can't see any relative of Peggy's allowing that to happen."
"Maybe she didn't have a choice," Lucy murmured. "There are so many things that could have happened to make it necessary. I don't want to imagine the worst, but maybe that would be for the best in the long run." She shook her head, looking him over with a critcal eye. "Are you going to let me dose you again before you keel over?"
Obviously, Stark had wanted to keep the affair - or one night stand, whatever it was - a secret, but he wasn't quite sure what had happened on the other end. He frowned at her question as he ran the blade over his chin. "Are you going to give me enough horse tranquilizer to knock me out again?" he countered.
She laughed. "Not if you don't want me to," she assured him, straightening from her lean. "Thirty was a little much. I was thinking half that, just to take the edge off again. And don't try and tell me it isn't painful enough to warrant analgesics - I'm naked, not stupid." She flickered a sweetly innocent wink his way, turning to enter the main room and rummage through the medi-kit that had been provided.
"Don't remind me. I'm trying not to think about it," he retorted, regarding her state of mostly undress. "I shouldn't even be here, you know. I should be out there. If I'd known Fury was going to keep us here..." He frowned as he rinsed the blade off and set it aside, feeling like a prisoner under house arrest when they'd done nothing wrong.