The night hadn't been long enough. As he had promised, Steve hadn't let Lucy fall asleep, hadn't let her miss a single moment of him in her arms. She still hadn't said the three words that seemed to have come so easily to him, three words that really were insignificant in the face of the depth of feeling that held her in its grasp. But wish though she might, she hadn't been able to hold the sunrise at bay, either, reluctantly rolling from the bed to begin the day. She didn't stray far from him through cooking breakfast and making the bed, but here and now, under the steady flow of hot water from the shower, this was the first time he had been more than an arm's length from her since his own shower the night before. And she missed him already, the water that poured down onto her disguising the tears that she couldn't quite hold at bay, hoping that if she shed them now, she wouldn't cry on him when the time came to actually say goodbye.
Morning dawned all too soon, night slipping quickly away like a thief in the night. Steve had kept his promise - he'd loved Lucy all through the night, not wasting a single moment, both of them knowing but not wanting to admit that their first night together could very well be their last. He'd never dreaded morning so much as he did today, but there were bigger, more important things than the two of them, and he had a duty and responsibility to those who needed his help.
That was part of what being a hero was all about - making personal sacrifices for the greater good of all. It wasn't fair really, especially not to Lucy, but he had no choice. He only hoped she'd understand and that he'd see her again. He quietly went through the motions of dressing and eating, doing the dishes and tidying up her apartment while she showered and got dressed. Breakfast had passed mostly in silence, little said between them, both of them lost in their own thoughts and worries. He'd reached for her hand more than once and thought better of it, wondering if she'd find the hasty words he'd shared in the darkness foolish by day.
If it was words he was regretting, she had more than him to fill her mind with regret. She'd told Steve more in a single night than even her own sister knew about her, never asking for more than what he was prepared to tell her in return. There were secrets in him that weren't his to tell. With her tears finally under control, she stepped out of the shower, spending a short while drying her hair, watching the redness fade from her eyes. When she stepped out of the bathroom, there was little sign of the distress that had marked her ablutions as she went about pulling out clothing for the day, unable to keep herself from glancing to him each time her thoughts strayed his way. "You, um, you didn't have to tidy up, you know," she offered as a mean to break the silence that had settled on them quietly.
He had gotten himself dressed in the clothing he was wearing when she'd met him, sandy blond hair parted on the side and perfectly combed, looking handsome enough to have stepped out of the pages of an issue of Gentleman's Quarterly. There was something old fashioned about him, something out place or out of time, not glaringly apparent, but there to see if one looked hard enough. He'd carefully repacked his bag, all but one item - the t-shirt with the emblem of an eagle emblazoned on the front and the initials "SSR", which he had explained stood for Strategic Scientific Reserve, which had eventually become S.H.I.E.L.D.
He'd carefully folded the t-shirt and left it on her bed, something to remember him by, wishing he'd had something more meaningful to give her than a mere piece of cloth. He closed up his bag once everything was packed, turning to face her when he heard her voice behind him as she stepped out of the bathroom. She was even lovelier in the daylight than she'd been in the moonlight, and his heart leaped into his throat at the sight of her, already aching with loneliness, though he hadn't even left yet. He knew it was unbelievable, silly even, to feel so deeply for someone he'd only just met, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was the one.
"It wouldn't be right to leave you with the mess," he replied, realizing he was leaving her with a lot more of a mess than just an untidy apartment.
She smiled sadly, reaching up to stroke her hand with tender fondness against his cheek. "You really are one in a million, aren't you?" Her thumb swept over his lips just before she turned away, feeling oddly shy as she shed her towel to begin dressing for the day ahead. "It doesn't really take a lot to find an appropriate portal," she heard herself say as she stepped into panties and jeans, straightening to button the snug denim below her belly button. "You are happy to give a blood sample, though?" They had been over this already; she was talking to drown out the heartache, nothing more.
Her touch burned like fire, only making heart ache all the more. You have no idea, he thought to himself, unsure why he was keeping the truth of his past and his identity from her, afraid it might make a difference, afraid it would change her feelings for him somehow if she knew the truth. What was he supposed to say to that' There was no response that seemed adequate or appropriate. He watched in silence as she turned away from him to get dressed, his heart pounding in his chest, wanting to take her in his arms and hold her close and never let go. "Lucy, I'm sorry," he found himself apologizing suddenly, though he wasn't quite sure for what. He regretted none of what had happened between them, and he had a feeling neither did she. They'd already been over what was to take place in the hours ahead. He hadn't told her how different his blood was from a normal human's, wondering if she knew how right she was when she'd accused him of being unique.
"Stop doing that." A moment later, she was turning back to him, pulling her shirt on over her head, lifting her hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his eyes with purpose. "Stop apologising. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you understand me" Nothing. Don't make me pull out the medical officer override card on you."
It hadn't yet occurred to him that they hadn't used protection; it had all been so unexpected, and though he knew what means of protection were available in the modern world, it had never occurred to him that he might need any. Even now, the possibility of a child was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could think about was the fact that leaving her behind was tearing him to pieces. He met her gaze with solemn blue eyes, dying to ask her to come with him, to leave everything she knew and loved behind, if only for a little while, but he knew it would be selfish. "I think I just might outrank you," he replied, only partially in jest, hinting for the second time that he was or had been enlisted in the military, but not explaining further.
"I'm sure there's some rule somewhere about medical personnel being able to declare any officer of any rank unfit for duty," she countered with a very faint smile, stepping just a little closer as her fingers slipped down from his cheeks, tracing barely there lines down his throat and over his chest. "But I don't suppose the American military would have me, would they?" She rose up on bare toes to touch a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers curling into his shirt as she rested there against him for a long moment.
Morning dawned all too soon, night slipping quickly away like a thief in the night. Steve had kept his promise - he'd loved Lucy all through the night, not wasting a single moment, both of them knowing but not wanting to admit that their first night together could very well be their last. He'd never dreaded morning so much as he did today, but there were bigger, more important things than the two of them, and he had a duty and responsibility to those who needed his help.
That was part of what being a hero was all about - making personal sacrifices for the greater good of all. It wasn't fair really, especially not to Lucy, but he had no choice. He only hoped she'd understand and that he'd see her again. He quietly went through the motions of dressing and eating, doing the dishes and tidying up her apartment while she showered and got dressed. Breakfast had passed mostly in silence, little said between them, both of them lost in their own thoughts and worries. He'd reached for her hand more than once and thought better of it, wondering if she'd find the hasty words he'd shared in the darkness foolish by day.
If it was words he was regretting, she had more than him to fill her mind with regret. She'd told Steve more in a single night than even her own sister knew about her, never asking for more than what he was prepared to tell her in return. There were secrets in him that weren't his to tell. With her tears finally under control, she stepped out of the shower, spending a short while drying her hair, watching the redness fade from her eyes. When she stepped out of the bathroom, there was little sign of the distress that had marked her ablutions as she went about pulling out clothing for the day, unable to keep herself from glancing to him each time her thoughts strayed his way. "You, um, you didn't have to tidy up, you know," she offered as a mean to break the silence that had settled on them quietly.
He had gotten himself dressed in the clothing he was wearing when she'd met him, sandy blond hair parted on the side and perfectly combed, looking handsome enough to have stepped out of the pages of an issue of Gentleman's Quarterly. There was something old fashioned about him, something out place or out of time, not glaringly apparent, but there to see if one looked hard enough. He'd carefully repacked his bag, all but one item - the t-shirt with the emblem of an eagle emblazoned on the front and the initials "SSR", which he had explained stood for Strategic Scientific Reserve, which had eventually become S.H.I.E.L.D.
He'd carefully folded the t-shirt and left it on her bed, something to remember him by, wishing he'd had something more meaningful to give her than a mere piece of cloth. He closed up his bag once everything was packed, turning to face her when he heard her voice behind him as she stepped out of the bathroom. She was even lovelier in the daylight than she'd been in the moonlight, and his heart leaped into his throat at the sight of her, already aching with loneliness, though he hadn't even left yet. He knew it was unbelievable, silly even, to feel so deeply for someone he'd only just met, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was the one.
"It wouldn't be right to leave you with the mess," he replied, realizing he was leaving her with a lot more of a mess than just an untidy apartment.
She smiled sadly, reaching up to stroke her hand with tender fondness against his cheek. "You really are one in a million, aren't you?" Her thumb swept over his lips just before she turned away, feeling oddly shy as she shed her towel to begin dressing for the day ahead. "It doesn't really take a lot to find an appropriate portal," she heard herself say as she stepped into panties and jeans, straightening to button the snug denim below her belly button. "You are happy to give a blood sample, though?" They had been over this already; she was talking to drown out the heartache, nothing more.
Her touch burned like fire, only making heart ache all the more. You have no idea, he thought to himself, unsure why he was keeping the truth of his past and his identity from her, afraid it might make a difference, afraid it would change her feelings for him somehow if she knew the truth. What was he supposed to say to that' There was no response that seemed adequate or appropriate. He watched in silence as she turned away from him to get dressed, his heart pounding in his chest, wanting to take her in his arms and hold her close and never let go. "Lucy, I'm sorry," he found himself apologizing suddenly, though he wasn't quite sure for what. He regretted none of what had happened between them, and he had a feeling neither did she. They'd already been over what was to take place in the hours ahead. He hadn't told her how different his blood was from a normal human's, wondering if she knew how right she was when she'd accused him of being unique.
"Stop doing that." A moment later, she was turning back to him, pulling her shirt on over her head, lifting her hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his eyes with purpose. "Stop apologising. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you understand me" Nothing. Don't make me pull out the medical officer override card on you."
It hadn't yet occurred to him that they hadn't used protection; it had all been so unexpected, and though he knew what means of protection were available in the modern world, it had never occurred to him that he might need any. Even now, the possibility of a child was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could think about was the fact that leaving her behind was tearing him to pieces. He met her gaze with solemn blue eyes, dying to ask her to come with him, to leave everything she knew and loved behind, if only for a little while, but he knew it would be selfish. "I think I just might outrank you," he replied, only partially in jest, hinting for the second time that he was or had been enlisted in the military, but not explaining further.
"I'm sure there's some rule somewhere about medical personnel being able to declare any officer of any rank unfit for duty," she countered with a very faint smile, stepping just a little closer as her fingers slipped down from his cheeks, tracing barely there lines down his throat and over his chest. "But I don't suppose the American military would have me, would they?" She rose up on bare toes to touch a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers curling into his shirt as she rested there against him for a long moment.