5

Steve woke the next morning; his entire sleep had been consumed with thoughts of his little bird.

Wren.

Her mouth all over his body, sucking and draining him to within an inch of his life, until he woke in a sweat and in dire need to have her mouth actually see to the current problem at hand.

There was something just so tantalizing about this woman that it frustrated him. How could one person make him feel more in the last twenty four hours than he had in the last seventy odd years? One thing was for sure. He was going to be the one in control.

He'd arranged for someone to pick up the gift he'd brought for her as a way of 'thanks' for letting him keep her underwear. She deserved finer, and that was what she was going to get. In fact, the item he'd brought was probably sitting pretty on her desk waiting for her when she came in. He'd even had a note put in there as well, so she'd know it was from him.

Steve paced by the window until finally deciding to head to the office to try and get some work done. There were plenty of missions to carry out, and he also needed to schedule a meeting with Rumlow and the rest of the Strike team.

No distractions. Not at the moment.

Wren made her way to the office and found that Alexander hadn't yet arrived, even though he was usually there before she was. Perhaps he had a meeting she didn't know of – it wouldn't surprise her. Sometimes there would be things on his schedule that weren't on her own. All the while, her mind was rewinding back to last night.

To him.

His touch still lingered on her body, even though she'd slept and showered. It wasn't that she was trying to wash any traces of Captain Hydra from her. It was that he still had an effect on her even hours after.

One that she couldn't shake.

She felt excited and terrified at the same time.

One thing she did know was that she'd need to withhold this development from Fury. He'd deem the situation too dangerous and would pull her out of there straight away, but Wren had spent the night lying awake and contemplating just what this could mean. For one, she could chip away at the Captain, earn his trust if she played the game. Did as she was told. From that she could have a chance of learning who he really was which could potentially lead to finding out any kind of plans that Hydra had.

This mission was being seen through until its very end. For now she'd need to bend the truth when it came to Fury.

Wren just needed to build the relationship, and seeing as she was now the Captain's possession, there was always the chance to try and influence him further down the line. She needed to be tactful in her ways though. One false move and this man would snap her neck without so much as a flex of his fingers.

Upon walking into the office she noted a box on her desk, neatly tied with a ribbon. She frowned and put her bag down, pulling the card from the envelope tucked under the bow and opening it.

To replace what I took.

Pulling the ribbon undone, she settled at her desk and lifted the lid up, seeing the silk and lace lingerie lying delicately on top of the tissue paper.

Wow.

So the Captain liked a bit of both, and they were rather pretty. Wren wondered how the hell he'd got her size, but it had been a lucky guess that was for sure.

"Good morning Miss Reed." Alexander's voice coming through the doorway made her slam the lid of the box down quickly, so as he couldn't see the contents, Wren then putting the box underneath her desk. Alexander threw her a look, eyeing where she'd hid it but not dwelling on it, he knew who it was from. "I trust the Captain was satisfied last night?"

Wren didn't know about the Captain but she certainly had been. She'd spent most of the evening trying to stop her own hand from wandering to fill the void, telling herself that it was wrong for her to feel the way she did. Especially about a man who was the enemy.

"He was." She nodded and set about opening her emails, trying to focus on anything but the constant image of the Captain's eyes staring directly into her own.

"How did you find him?"

She paused, trying to think of the right words. "Very...unexpected." Yes, very. He was a far cry from the soulless killing machine that she'd pictured. "Does he always keep his face hidden?"

He shook his head, "I've seen it, however he informed me of the instructions he has when it comes to you, perhaps within time he may trust you enough to reveal himself to you."

That or she could probably persuade him to.

"I'd like to think so."

"If you'll excuse me, I have a few calls to make." He told her and walked into his office, shutting the door as he went.

Wren glanced under her desk at the box and pushed it further underneath with her foot. It was tempting to try them on, but she had work to do. even as she typed up some reports for alexander, her eyes kept on going down underneath the desk.

"Fuck." She cursed with some slight frustration and got up, stuffing the underwear into her bag and leaving a note, saying that she'd gone to the bathroom if Alexander was to emerge from his office and find her gone. Her resistance was futile at this point.

Hurrying to the bathroom she slipped into one of the stalls and changed. The soft silkiness of the underwear rubbing delicately against her skin as she finished putting them on. Somehow her confidence felt like it could soar right up through the roof itself. This was certainly going to be a favourite set of hers from now on.

The Captain had an eye for detail, and she made a mental note to thank him the next time that she saw him.

It wasn't long before he called upon her though. Wren had only been back at her desk a mere ten minutes when the phone rang, and she'd answered with her usual 'Alexander Pierce's office' greeting.

"Come upstairs little bird..."

Wren had almost dropped the phone as she realised that she was needed. Even down the line she could sense just how much he was craving her. Perhaps now was the time to let him know that she liked to 'play' too. "You are in luck Captain...I'm wearing your gift..."

"Now." Came the firm yet somewhat strained command.

"As you wish, sir." She replied, and was met with the dial tone.

Writing a note to tell Alexander that she was in a 'meeting' with the Captain, she took the ID card for the elevator and made for it, swiping just as Pierce had done so, hoping that she'd got it right. The anticipation was building inside of her as the lift began to go up once more. Wren opened a few buttons on her blouse, just so it showed a little peek of the bra before the doors opened to the familiar apartment that she'd only first set foot in hours before.

Heels clicking on the marbled floor, she walked further in, looking around before seeing the Captain coming out of an adjourning room.

He looked at her and she slowly adjusted her blouse a little more, "You wanted to see me Captain?"

"I want to see all of you." He replied with the same gruffness he'd had the night before. Predatory instincts now building within him as he stopped in front of her and kissed her slowly. Mouth exploring her own once more while his hands worked at the buttons on her blouse. Her body responded to him well, this hadn't gone unnoticed to him.

She showed willing, and that was good enough for him.

Her skirt fell to pool at her feet, now leaving her in just the underwear and her heels. All the while she welcomed his mouth onto hers, feeling braver and snaking her arms around his neck. Scooping her up, he carried her through to the bedroom, setting her down and trailing his kiss down her body, removing his t'shirt and then his trousers.

This was the first time she'd seen the man underneath the suit. Now all Wren wanted was to see his damn face. He noted her tense up slightly and stopped. "What is it little bird?"

She swallowed, wondering whether the next thing she asked of him would send him into a rage.

Play your part Wren... her mind told her.

"Can I ask you a question sir?"

"Ask away."

"Has anyone ever seen your face?"

There was a pause. "Only Pierce and a friend of mine have that privilege." He admitted. "Anonymity is key to me. However in public? Without the suit? People don't recognise it. That's the beauty of remaining unknown."

Wren knew she needed to take the chance to at least see who she was dealing with. "Will I ever have that privilege?" The more she knew? The more she would be able to read him, break him down slowly. She could already tell he was fascinated by her. By the idea of her. On this question, he got to his feet and turned away. Was he angry with her? Only one way to find out... "Please?"

"Perhaps." He glanced to her and saw her disappointed look. "You think I don't trust you..."

"Can you?" She asked, now putting on her best performance of a woman who wanted to fall in love. "Because I can trust you Captain, even with my life."

He chuckled. "I would not trust me with that."

"Why not?"

"Are you always this inquisitive?"

She shook her head. "No...but if I am yours, I would at least like to look at you when you take me to bed...perhaps even know your name?" That would help.

Dear lord what was she doing to him. The fact she wanted to see him for who he really was, was stirring something up inside of him as well of the thoughts of her screaming his name while he brought her to a quivering mess. Then again now he'd laid eyes on her, teasing him with that underwear, all he wanted to do was have her there and then.

Wren could see that he was contemplating it. "Do you at least wear normal clothes? When you're not out on missions?"

"I'm as normal as anyone else." He told her. "Well...when it comes to blending in."

"Ok" She said, accepting that he probably wouldn't agree to taking the helmet off so that she could see him.

"Don't try to make me feel guilt little bird, because I feel nothing, you should know that right now..." He warned.

"It's ok...I just...I thought you would that's all."

He crawled over her again, and brushed his lips over her own. Hungrily savouring the lips that had been tormenting his dreams. He was done with small talk for now. "That's enough on the matter. We'll discuss it later, but right now? You're going to regret putting on that underwear so soon sweetheart..." and he disappeared down between her legs.

She groaned as his tongue swirled over the inside of her thigh, teasing its way to the seam of her underwear. Her back arched a little more. He was so close that all she wanted was to feel him inside of her.

"So make me regret it, Captain."