Peter knew the moment she left the bed, felt it dip slightly as she moved and got out. His eyes half open he watched how she pulled on a shirt, wondering if he could convince her to just go naked for the day. No hassle with clothing that needed to be discarded in the heat of the moment, although there was something to say about peeling those fabrics from her body. Dilemma. He had one.
Stretching after she left the room, he decided that he should get up as well. This leave thing wouldn’t last long. Nate had given him the time to stay hidden but at some point, he had to get out there again. Do his job.
But for now, shower first. He got out, took a quick shower thought back about how she had woken him up in the middle of the night to help her get back to sleep and a grin spread on his face.
He could get used to that. Getting out of the shower stall, he dried himself and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He followed the scent of breakfast, eggs and coffee and his stomach growled. Val was standing at the stove as he walked in, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He let his chin rest on her shoulder as he looked at what she was making. “That smells good.” He told her.
There was a knock on the apartment door and he stood tall, his head turned towards it. He frowned, but his senses didn’t detect danger. “Were you expecting someone?” Nobody knew where they were besides Nathan and he wouldn’t have told anybody.
Stepping away from her, he went to the front door and opened it. His mind didn’t fully register who he was seeing there. “Uuuuhhh…” It was Carol and there was the man they knew as James Barnes. The Winter Soldier. He gazed back at Carol who prompted him if they could come in.
“Yeah, not sure you standing there for too long is smart anyway.” Stepping back, he let them in and closed the door behind Barnes, before stepping around them again. Positioning himself between the kitchen and the visitors. “Babe! We have visitors!” He shouted. His eyes on Carol and the tag along. He wondered why his senses weren’t activated, were they broken?
Carol asked if his name was Peter and he nodded. “Yeah, that’s me.” His eyes still going from Carol to the threat that apparently wasn’t a threat. It didn’t make sense but in all those years his senses weren’t off, so that meant the man currently standing in his living room wasn’t a threat …
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Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end,
if not always in the way we expect.