Dead without you ~ stucky

"What do you want to do?" Steve asks after ten silent minutes passed by. "It's four in the morning. We can catch up on our sleep or stay up."

I look at him in confusion. Why is he asking ME that?

"What do you want to do?" I'm good at follow orders, not decision making.

"Come on, help me to my feet. I'll show you around and then we'll get some sleep. It's been a busy night for both of us."

Steve moves and I grab onto him in order to support him, but I'm under the impression he doesn't need my help. He's recovering at an incredible rate, which reminds me, I do need to get rid of the cast.

"The bathroom is over there," Steve says and points at a door. "If you want to take a bath, be my guest. It can be rather relaxing. Over there is the kitchen and that's the guestroom. I'll show you."

I follow him about, and as he opens the door, I peek into the guestroom. It's larger than I thought and the bed looks comfortable. As far as I'm concerned it is perfect.

"You can lock the door if you want to. The key is right here. That's up to you. You need your privacy, I know that, because I need mine too."

Privacy, it's an alien concept. I haven't had any privacy in decades. "It'll do nicely."

"Get some sleep, will you? I'll check on you in a couple of hours and we'll eat then. If you need me, for whatever reason, just come and get me. I'm fine with that. That's what friends do, they support each other."

I won't disturb him as he needs his rest too. "I'll walk you to your room." That way I know where his bed is situated and I can check out the room itself, just in case Hydra makes a move. Steve looks like he's about to object, but then he nods and pulls me along. I check the location of the windows, possible escape routes and entry points and realize Steve chose this apartment for a reason. Steve opens the door and I walk him over to the bed. Again, I check the window and any high rises snipers might use for shelter. The building I used to take my shot at Fury from, has been closed off to the public. The windows and doors on the roof are barred. It won't per se stop a sniper, but it will slow them down. I'll keep my eye on that roof, just in case, though I doubt Hydra uses the same shelter twice. It's too predictable.

"Satisfied?" Steve sits down on the bed and gives me a knowing look.

"The apartment is adequate." I remain standing next to the bed and wonder what to do. "You should close the curtains though. No reason to give anyone an advantage."

"Go ahead, close them if that makes you feel more at ease."

I walk over to the window, make sure it's secure, and close the curtains. I turn around and find Steve stretched out on his side on the bed. I reach for the comforter and cover him with it. "Is there anything else you need?"

Steve smiles and says, "Can you get me some bottled water from the kitchen? I'm thirsty. I want you to feel at home here, so if you're hungry eat, and if you want some milk, go ahead. This is your new home. Everything I own, is yours."

I don't know how to react to such a generous offer and quickly retreat.

"I'll get you that water." I practically flee into the kitchen, and on my way over there, I realize Coulson placed the shield on the kitchen table. Maybe I should take it to Steve, he might want it close in case of an attack. I pick up the bottled water, reach for the shield, and wonder about the familiar feel of it. Well, there's no use on reminiscing on a past I don't remember.

I return to Steve's bedroom and find him sound asleep. I place the shield next to the bed and the bottled water onto the nightstand. How can he go to sleep like that with me being in the same room? Doesn't he know how dangerous I am? But no, the idiot trusts me instead, just because I saved him earlier tonight.