The Flame (Avengers Fanfiction)

46-Haunted

8 Months Being on the Run

"Your hair is getting longer." Steve says as he runs his fingers through my growing hair. I nod, leaning into his touch. We are sitting in a forest outside the cabin we've been staying in for a few days.

"Yeah it is." I respond, moving closer to him. Since neither of us are out in the sun as much as we used to be, Steve and I's blonde hair is getting darker. I suppose even my strong Bennett blood can't keep my hair from getting darker. I didn't mind it. Natasha had already died her hair bleach blonde while Wanda's hair now had a more reddish tint. Helps us hide better, I suppose. Sam's hair didn't change much. Steve's hair has gotten longer and so did his beard.

"I like it." He says with a smile, moving to wrap his arm around me. Nearby, a small river runs peacefully. Marriage is something else, but it's something special. I wish that one day we don't have to run anyone and we can just settle down. I wish that one day we can move into the mansion upstate with Steve, and raise a few adopted kids. I was both angry that I could've give Steve children but I also was glad that I couldn't during this time because we can't have children while we are on the run.

"Do you want children, Rogers?" I ask, looking up at him. Steve looks forward, thinking, before looking back down at me.

"I think the old Steve wanted a family since I was raised on the whole you gotta get married and have kids ideal." He answers, his blue eyes curious. The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"And the new the Steve? What does he want?" I ask, turning my attention to the peaceful scene in front of us. The chain of the dog tags around my neck was cold from the chill in the air. Part of me dreads his answer, but I just keep my eyes forward.

"He doesn't know yet." Steve responds, his eyes still on me.

"Happy Valentines Day, Captain Rogers." I tell him softly, turning my head to look at him once again. Steve smiles at me, like he has every time I've told him happy Valentine's Day today. His thumb rubs circles into my shoulder soothingly.

"Happy Valentines Day, Mrs Rogers." He says in response, kissing my temple. I lean against him as he pulls me in closer.

"Do you want a big wedding? Like an actual wedding?" Steve suddenly asks. I turn to look at him as flashes of my ideal wedding come to mind.

"I'd be lying if I say I don't want a big wedding one day. I've been dreaming about it since I was little." I respond, my tone almost dreamy. I wanted a dress with a long train. A dress that looked like Grace Kelly's. Peonies everywhere-

"I wouldn't mind that." Steve tells me, a happy smile still on his face. I turn my body slightly and lean up, kissing him.

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"So how long are you going to be away from us?" Natasha asks as I pass around the take out we had gotten. I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

"It shouldn't take more than a day." I respond, stretching my legs over Steve's lap. Sam nods, eating a spoonful of chow mein. I'd have to do my burning soon because my powers were weakening. I'd been putting it off because we couldn't exactly stop for that long for me to do that, but it's getting to the point where conjuring flames on my hand drains me. Soon, I won't even be able to light a damn candle.