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Steve felt eyes on him as he was punching the punching bag, not bothering to turn around, he kept punching. Sweat covered his body, the thin white shirt clung to his skin. Keep going, Rogers. He said in his head, still not looking back. It wasn't as if he were the only person working out in the gym. Natasha and Clint were there, but they were training, so who else could it be. He stopped, taking a sip of water from his bottle, and then looking around. He spotted Morphine, the newest edition to the team, staring at him with a smirk. She was standing by the door, in yoga pants and a sports bra. Steve still didn't understand women's style in modern times, but he didn't judge them. Although Morphine looked very good in what she was wearing, he longed for a woman to dress appropriately like the women from his time. Like Peggy. Shaking the thoughts of his dear Peggy out of his mind, he continued punching. Although he still loved Peg, he developed a small crush on the blue-haired and beautiful Morphine.
"Wanna spot me?" He heard Morphine's raspy voice behind him.
"Uh..." Steve trailed off. "Sure."
Morphine nodded, going towards the weights, she put three 100 pounds on each side. She grabbed the bar as if it weighed nothing, lifting it over her head and putting it behind her neck, squatting low. "You're -uh- really strong, for a woman of your stature." He said admiring her firm butt as she got low. "Yeah, I gained some strength after my time in the hospital during '96. Can you count for me?" She said. "One." Steve said under his breath as he watched her go down, her pants stretching over her ass as she did it again. "T-two."
"Enjoying the view back there, Cap?" She asked, hearing him sigh.
"Yes...I mean no!" He said catching himself. "Not that I was looking, or...I mean you have a nice body. I mean-"
"Thank you." Morphine said, cutting him off. Steve heard Clint and Natasha laughing at his embarrassment as they were leaving.
"Smooth, Steve." Natasha said. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, his face was flushed as Morphine chuckled along.
"Lighten up a little, Steve." She said to him, still squatting, Steve had lost count. "I think that was ten."
"Right, eleven." He said. She stopped, dropping the weights, it made a loud clang and thud.
"You know what, you're always so serious." She said. "You walk around so stoic." Steve shrugged.
"Don't really have anything to smile and jump for joy about. I'm out of my league in this modern society. I lost my girl, my best friend, I'm not really so outgoing at the moment."
Morphine nodded, "Okay, I get it. I'm kinda in the same boat. Y'know, not having a family or friends. But eh, I still manage to have a good time." Steve nodded in understanding. "How about I this, I show you a good time tonight at my place. Drink a little, watch a few movies, if you want."
"I guess It'd be good to have company." He said.
"Great." Both Steve and Morphine walked to her apartment, ready to get out of the cool New York wind.
"Pretty chilly out there." Steve mumbled. "Thank goodness it's warm in here."
"Yeah, I'm not fond of the cold. Have a seat, I'll get us some drinks." She said.
"Water for me please." He said. She went into the kitchen, he shamefully watched her backside as she walked away. Turning to stare straight ahead, he cursed himself for lusting after Morphine. She was way too young for him, and way too hotheaded; she was the perfect girl for Stark. Steve chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny, Americano?" She said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water and a glass of wine.
"Oh, just thinking to myself." He said grabbing the water as she offered it to him. She sat pretty close to him, her hand on his knee, but she nonchalantly looked at him.
"So, were the events of last year's Chitari invasion traumatize you like it did to Stark?" She asked. Steve shook his head. "Not really, I've been through war before, but it was nothing like that. I'm just happy we were able to defeat Loki and his army."
"Hmm...that Loki guy, crazy right. He seemed so...dictator-ish." Morphine said. Steve chuckled, nodding in agreement, taking a sip of his water. He watched her take a huge gulp of her wine.
"Uh, slow down, you don't want to drink too much." He told her. She waved her hand dismissively.
"Alcohol doesn't really affect me as much." She said, putting the glass down. "On another note, you're really sexy."
Steve blushed, but grunted, "And you said alcohol didn't affect you." She shrugged with a coy smile.
"I call it like I see it." She said grabbing the wine, and accidentally spilling it on Steve's shirt. The white shirt was now stained with dark red liquid. "Oh, let me wash that out for you before it sets."
"No, no, it's alright. I should get going." Steve said getting up, but Morphine tugged at his hand.
"No, I insist. I can't have you going out in that cold with a wet shirt. You'll catch your death." She said. Before Steve could protest again, Morphine's warm hand went up his arm, calming his nerves.
"Well, okay." He said, pulling the shirt off. Morphine kept a straight face as she gazed at the abs, pecs, and arms on this guy. Smirking, she grabbed the shirt and went to throw it in the washing machine. She came back to see Steve sitting on the couch, she couldn't help herself when she sat beside him, she just had to touch his abs. He flexed slightly, staring at her, while she stared back at him.
"I don't think this is a good idea." He said. Her face was inches apart from his. "Live a little, Steve." She said. "Morphine." He said before feeling her lips on his. Morphine didn't expect him to actually kiss back, or grope her waist. It's been a while for Steve, but damn did it feel good. He moved his hands to her blue hair, she grabbed his hands and moved them to her breasts without breaking the kiss. He pushed her down gently, climbing on top of her, and squeezing her breasts. She moaned into the kiss, driving him wild. That's when he finally came to his senses. Morphine groaned as he pulled away. She noticed the bulge in his pants, a little disappointed he wouldn't get to use it on her, but smirking at her work.
"Uh, I better get going. Just bring my shirt to Stark's tomorrow." He said, not looking her in the eyes.
"I have one of Tony's sweatshirts if you wanna wear it outside." She told him. He nodded, still not looking at her. She left the room to go into the coat closet, and picking up the sweatshirt. She gave it to him. Quickly putting it on, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"See ya, Cap." She said, winking at him.
"Agent Jones." He nodded before leaving. Morphine smiled before chuckling, tomorrow would be fun.