Chapter Eighteen

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Hey Loves!
So, this is just a filler chapter honestly, explaining the phone call between Steve and Fury.

Also, this is the last chapter of Whiskey. *Sad face*
BUUUT! I am continuing Erica and Bucky's story! *Happy dance* Get ready for some domestic love, fluff and smut! I am very excited to continue their story!

Speaking of fiction's go check out Tuica!

As always Jesse_Winter_Soldier you are a true gem!

-Sif



Day after Thanksgiving.

Steve was just finishing up his morning run, his small two-story cabin in the clearing up ahead. The two-bedroom, two-bath home he had designed with Tony months before retiring. Walking into the cabin you were met with an open living room to the left and the kitchen to the right, an island acting as his kitchen table. Off the kitchen was a large walk-in pantry, shelves stocked high with food and other necessities. And for the first time in his life, Steve had an in-home studio. Floor-to-ceiling windows took up two of the four walls, across the hall was a small half bath. Walking upstairs to the master bedroom, large bathroom, and guest room. Though he very rarely had guests, occasionally Natasha or Tony would come to visit for a day or two. Attached to the small cabin is a small, one-car garage housing Steve's truck and a motorcycle along with two decent-sized chest freezers stocked with meat.

He slowed his pace as he grew closer, making quick work of the front steps as he opened the door. He walked to the refrigerator, grabbed his reusable water bottle, taking several large gulps. He leaned against the island chewing on his bottom lip, running through the events of Thanksgiving. He had been so worried about Bucky; they had a disagreement before the Flag Smashers. He demanded Steve take the shield back from John Walker and was not happy when Steve said it wasn't his to take, he'd retired as Captain America and passed the torch to Sam, not that he didn't agree with Bucky that Walker had no business being the next Captain America. He understood Sam's reservations, they had spoken on the phone a few times. In truth, Steve missed his friends more than anything, but they needed to live their lives without him as Captain America.

Out here he was just Steve Rogers and he loved it.

"Friday, lock the house down, I'm going to take a shower.", Steve called over his shoulder as he took the steps two at a time.

Warmer water cascading down his tight muscles, Steve went back to Thanksgiving.

Bucky was actually cooking; he was flirting with Erica. Steve couldn't remember the last time his friend had looked so happy, thinking about the blonde woman as he washed his body. He had seen her somewhere, she looked familiar but from where?

Toweling off as he padded into his bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. Walking downstairs he pulled out his phone, scrolling through.

"Hey man!", Sam's welcoming voice made Steve smile.

"Hey Sam, you got a minute?", Steve asked, grabbing a premade protein shake from the fridge.

"Yeah, what's up?", Sam asked.

Steve cleared his throat, "Um Erica, how do you know her?"

Sam chuckled, "Always looking out for your boy, Rogers. Erica and I grew up together, she's a good person. Why?"

Steve sighed in relief, "Just the way Bucky was looking at her, he's got some feelings for her whether he knows that or not."

Sam hummed, "Yeah, they've got this flirty back and forth thing going on. It's cute man."

"Where did she work before she started working with you two?", Steve asked before taking a drink of his shake.

Sam sighed, "Private security, before that she worked with Shield."

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