Peggy?
Chapter 6: Peggy?
Steve watched Hermione.
Staring straight ahead, she seemed deeply submerged in thought.
The Quinjet was now flying faster. It jerked and she just stayed the same.
It had gone dark outside and they were just flying over the sea.
There was a wind blowing into the room and let Steve went cold in the peculiar underwear. He couldn 't suffer these skintight, black underwear, plus the top neck scratched because of the collar. Harry slept in the corner, under him, his wet jacket and Natasha had also fallen asleep, her head on Bruce shoulder who was, like her, not awake. Steve could barely sleep, Hermione also didn't seem like that.
Thor had been gone since the end of the mission and Tony disappeared with his suit as soon as possible to his Miami mansion.
Clint steered the planewhile Maria and Fury took a nap in the lower storage room.
Steve didn't know what to do, so he kept watching Hermione.
She seemed traumatized to the core and she was breathing far too fast.
Her chest lifted and lowered panicked quickly.
She eerily reminded him of Peggy.
Her attitude and, above all, her gaze.
Just as bright and warm as a star. Her lips were red and bleeding slightly, but how incredibly soft they looked.
Hermione was different from the women, he had met when he woke up.
Something was different. She was just too much like Peggy.
Steve kept watching her and it was very interesting.
Her cheeks had turned a little purple from the cold and a hair-fine scar was seen pulling through.
She was so tender from the outside and yet so strong.
Hermione swallowed and Steve watched intently as the wounded neck moved.
Hermione took her hands at once and held her head between them. She was heard sobbing in a suppressed manner. She raised her head and Steve watched the tears wetting her lips and more tears streamed out of her eyes and fling down the cheek.
' ' Everything alright with you? ' ' Steve was ashamed of the question, of course, nothing was okay.
Hermione looked up jerky and nodded.
' ' Yeah, um, yeah, I think it's all okay. Just these wholen feelings at once. I've always been a too emotional person. ' '
She smiled and she smiled like Peggy.
And it was so wonderful to see her laughing in tears.
It made the cold disappear.
Steve smiled back.
' ' You know, I was the same when I woke up. I thought I was dead. And I woke up. To me, everything foreign. All and everyone was gone, Peggy, Howard, Bucky. I felt that way at the time. ' '
Hermione made a face in question.
' ' How? I don't understand... ' '
He explained his story and her gaze got bigger.
' ' You're Captain America? Well, my name is Hermione Granger. Friend of Harry. ''
Steve reached out his hand and asked her to call him Steve.
She grabbed his hand and he felt warmed up again. Warmth rose in his face. They left their hands holding a little too long and she turned red.
God, he looked good.
His face was like being in a dream. Incredibly soft and beautifully shaped.
His nose was straight and a little bit odd at the top.
Hermione looked at his blonde, carefully backcombed hair.
She couldn't believe, he was already nearly 100 years old and didn't realize how he glanced at her, with his ocean blue eyes who looked like one could sink into them.
Fury came up and inquired. Nodding to Steve and Hermione and watching to Clint, who was sitting in the cockpit. Fury spoke through the speakers: We will land at any moment. Everyone, wake up!
Natasha grunted in her sleep and Bruce still half-in his sleep, put his arm around Natasha's hip, Natasha raised her head to Bruce, smiled contentedly and put her head on his chest.
Harry started up from his sleep and made Hermione laugh.
Steve liked it.
He liked the way she laughed and at the same time, she tried to be gouging for air.
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There was a figure at the landing site.
She had long hair and screamed when Hermione came out of the Quinjet.
It was Ginny.
She cried while she laughed and hugged Hermione tightly and for a long time.
Harry came out and gave Ginny a fleeting kiss on the lips, making Steve smile.
So this was Harry's fiancee he had always told of.
Fury first assigned Hermione to the sofa in the living room of the Avengers Tower. Natasha laced her a few blankets and after two deep hugs, Harry and Ginny apparated to their villa in England.
Hermione first made himself comfortable and then went for a shower.
Ginny had brought Hermine's stuff to New York.
She looked at the clock. It was three o 'clock in the morning.
Hermione took off the sickening soldier pants, which she had to wear at HYDRA and then she went to the bathroom.
The warm water ran over her body, triggering a brief tremor. It felt hot at first, then it went comfortable. It was so damn soothing. Before Hermione could hold it back, a groan came across her lips.
She had had to bathe with ice-cold water for nearly a year.
Hermione closed her eyes and let the overwhelming feeling pass over her body.
Steve went to the large kitchen late in the living room to get a glass of water. He glanced at the sofa and there was none there.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked back toward his room when he heard water-rippling.
It came from the bathroom. Steve walked towards it with few steps and peered into the unlocked door.
He suddenly struck back.
Inside was a naked woman.
It was from Hermione.
Steve didn't want to be like that and turned his head away from a wonderful look which was difficult and walked smiling up to his way.
But.
What a body she had ...