Quick as I can I fill out the clipboard and head out too. Past the soldiers to the front desk, I leave it there before turning back to them. My pace is slower than normal from the dull ache in my sides, but I'll manage. Steve furrows his eyebrows at me.

"You sure you're ready?" He asks and places a gentle hand on my arm. My eyes snap up to his and a little more embarrassment leaks into my cheeks. Steve seems slightly surprised at the sudden contact as if he didn't even think before touching me.

"This might shock you, but this isn't my first beating. Not even the worst. And honestly, I doubt it'll be the last." Steve's eyebrows pop up with my words and Sam chuckles slightly. A little admiration sneaks into Steve's gaze.

"Sounds like someone I know, Steve." Bucky comments and Steve rolls his eyes. My hand pats his on my arm before we both let them fall and I take a step back.

"We're headed to another floor to see the scumbags." Sam doesn't bother mentioning who that is. We all know. "Care to join?" He asks me innocently and I glance at Steve.

"If you don't mind the company."

"Not a bit," Steve answers a little too fast but seems to own it, smiling self-deprecatingly that just comes across as charming. He is very charming, but it's effortless. The kind of effortless charm that comes with a gentility of character rather than practice. It's pretty cute, as Karen said. "Lead on, Sam." Steve inclines his head and stays by my side as Sam leads. Bucky talks softly to him as we walk. Silence absorbs Steve and I just can't stand that.

"So." I start and the corner of his lips twitch. "Kind of you to help a friend," I tell him nodding towards Sam. He seems like a good man. Thoughtful and kind. Steve smiles softly.

"Gets me out of the facility when I need it." Steve agrees softly. "I know Buck appreciates the escape. What about you? Is stopping fights something normal in your life?" A light laugh tumbles from my lips as we board an elevator.

"Not quite as normal as it is in any of yours, but it happens on occasion." My shoulders rise and fall while his eyes sparkle at me.

"You never said how you learned to fight." He reminds me. Ah, right.

"Bit of a long story there, Steve," I answer and more interest spills into his baby blues.

"Is that why you never...?" He trails off, seemingly worried his question will be overheard. My lips part to answer, but I'm interrupted.

"Uh, guys? Flirt later." Bucky beckons from the hallway and we stiffen with worry before we realize he's joking. We follow.

"There was a moment," He continues and I look back at him as we walk while wariness enters my heart. "a man was coming towards you and just stopped. Looked like you told him to, but that's it." His eyebrows are furrowed slightly and I sigh. "What did you say?" Seems the Star-Spangled man hasn't lost a trick in his many years.

"Some questions are best not asked. Or in this case, not answered." I answer and there's a bit more meaning infused in the words. Our group falls silent when we enter a room and find a man lying back on the bed with a swollen face, leg in a cast, suspended above the bed. The men look to me with wide eyes and I shrug. The corner of Steve's mouth turns up before we duck into the small space. I'm starting to think the Captain likes a little mischief. Sam grabs the clipboard and scans it with a sigh.

"Craig Ramone. Judging by the cuffs and tattoos, he'll be heading back to jail soon." Sam sighs good-naturedly. Doesn't seem like he has the highest opinion of jail.

"Did quite a number on him, Rea." Bucky glances at me with a smirk.

I shrug. "I'm not a fan of people who kick others when they're down. What can I say?" Craig seems to be completely out upon further inspection. No doubt on the drugs they've given him. "Mind if we go see Jamie?" I ask. Sam nods and we file out, heading a surprisingly short distance to his room. I read his chart this time and air hisses through my teeth at his injuries.

"Hey, would've been worse if you didn't step in," Sam assures me and Steve nods just behind him. Still, guilt bites at me for not getting there sooner.

"Is there anything I can do?" I ask the three men, all of us staring down at the young man in the hospital bed. His chest rises and falls with shaky breaths.

"Unless you have money like Stark, doubt it," Bucky replies grimly and a light goes off in my head. Music emanates from Sam's pocket, Trouble Man by Marvin Gaye sounds like.

"Damn, this is his dad." Sam picks up the phone and walks outside to speak to the boy's father while the rest of us face each other.

"Ideas?" Steve questions and I sigh while Bucky just stares at Jamie with a frown.

"A bad one. Stay here?" I slide past him into the hallway and head straight to the main station. Nurses mill about, but I go a woman sitting down at a computer. My eyes glance in the room behind me at Steve to find he's watching me. Of course. I turn back to the nurse as she looks at me. "You will mark Jamie Bellamy's bills as paid for and not remember this conversation. Yes?"

"Yes." The woman answers instantly, her fingers flying over the keys with practiced skill. Bitterness fills my mouth as I turn back to Steve, Bucky, and Sam outside Jamie's door. I hesitate, turning back to the nurse.

"Thank you." My words are soft and gentle, but when the woman looks up at us she shakes her head.

"For what?" It's a slap to my face and it takes me a moment to recover. I don't waste time before walking back over to the men. Sam's now done talking and is looking at me with concern.

"Uh, it's done. Jamie has no bills to pay." I report with a forced smile. Sam's lips pop open while Steve and Bucky scan me cautiously.

"How?" Bucky asks while Sam just steps forward and embraces me.

Steve's blue eyes shine and I swallow. "I'm a very persuasive person," I reveal and return Sam's hug softly. Shit, when was the last time I was hugged? I actually think it was a perv on the street that tried to steal my wallet. Christ that's sad.

"Well, you've just earned dinner at my house. Steve's coming too. No arguments. You know what, you can come too asshole." Sam pulls back to look at Bucky and my smile comes a bit more naturally seeing his. Having dinner within the vicinity of what was supposed to be a one-time fuckbuddy, however, not great. Steve seems to let his suspicions go for a moment as he absorbs Sam's words too.

"I couldn't impose," I add. Sam shakes his head and steps in front of us.

"Nah. You are coming and that's final. Got it?" Warm eyes look at me and it's very hard to resist. "Besides, you can't leave me alone with these guys." He gets hit on the back of his head by a smirking Bucky.

Trapped, I sigh. "Yes, sir." I allow and the corners of Steve's mouth lifts.

"Wouldn't mind a free meal. Thanks, Sam." Steve nods as he accepts Sam's offer. Great.

"Did you drive here?" I ask as we board the elevator. They look a little confused but nod. "Mind giving me a lift back to my place? It's not too far." Their expressions clear.

"Sure. Got to choose one of us though, Cap here didn't want to ride with me." Sam elbows Steve and gets a grin in return. "Bucky isn't allowed a hundred feet near my car anymore." Bucky huffs.

"I apologized." He emphasizes with open gloved palms, clearly tired of this conversation. Sam chuckles.

"Mm, hard choice. How about I just pick a car and we'll settle it that way. Don't want to show favoritism." I tease and let them lead the way out of the elevator to the small parking lot.

"Does that mean you already have a favorite?" Steve comments quietly and my eyes widen, looking at him smiling humorously. He extends his hand to the lot. "Let's see if you pick one of ours." I turn and scan the cars, but it doesn't take me long to find my choice. My legs carry me over to a black Harley Davidson. Two wheels, shining even in the dim lights, no helmets that I can see, this is definitely the one for me. No way Mr. America drives such a dangerous machine anyways. Might ruin his street cred.

"If one of you doesn't own this, we should hotwire it." I nod to myself, looking up at the men to see a chuckling Steve and an amused Sam and Bucky.

"She's mine," Steve says and claps Sam on his shoulder before walking over to me, keys in hand. My confidence drops.

"Really?" I breathe and that pretty little smile makes an appearance on his face. My gut twists at the sight of it. Because it's hot or I'm terrified, it's a coin toss.

"My house, five or earlier!" Sam tells us and walks to his own car. Bucky snags a pebble and chucks it at Sam as he passes by, leaving a ding in the paint. "I fucking hate you, man." Bucky laughs and keeps walking to his own ride. I just can't resist licking my lips as Steve skillfully straddles his bike but regret it slightly when my lip stings again. Dammit.

"Hope you don't mind going fast?" Steve poses and offers me his hand. Smile threatening my lips, I take it and he guides it to his broad shoulders. Well, this is just a little too familiar. My hands rest there a moment as I board and wow he's still fit. I wasn't in the best mind to appreciate him last time, so I take the time now. Brown leather feels like butter under my hands as I fit myself to him as immodestly as I like. A soft shaking of his back tells me he sees through me and really doesn't mind. Dear god, this is weird.

"Uh, not going fast enough is normally the problem for me. I'm more surprised by the lack of helmets." I respond and feel him shrug as he gets rid of the kickstand to hold us up by his long legs.

"I've never gotten a ticket." He tells me simply and reaches back to gently guide my hands to his waist so I can hold on.

I smirk and it surprises me. "Didn't say you've never been pulled over. Does Captain America use his influence to get out of tickets?" I ask innocently, letting my arms wrap around his waist instead of just resting on his hips. His laugh echoes cutely through the parking lot before he starts up the motorcycle and we get going. I note he never answered my question. Also, he has no clue where we're going. We reach the stop sign at the exit to the parking lot and I use his broad shoulders to help me up to his ear. "The Grand Hotel. That's where you're going." I tell him with a blush and see his lips turn up.

"Well, we both know I know where that is." He lets his hand slide over where mine are clasped around his waist. I quickly plant my ass back in my seat before he takes off like a comet.

A/N

Ah, yes, it seems Reagan and Steve had a little something going on before now. ;) Thoughts so far? Do you think they'll tell the team? Do you think the team will guess? Tell me!

Keep reading, dear ones!