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His eyes barely strayed from the device as he washed her dishes, scrubbing the plates for far too long in his distracted state. He longed to be back down stairs, back with her, but he knew she wasn’t ready for him yet. He nearly tripped going up the stairs that lead to his bedroom. She had disappeared into the bathroom, the screen instantly flicking over to the camera in there, tracking her movements. 

He paused at she shed the pale blue nightgown he had dressed her in, revealing her body to him again. It had taken all of his self restraint not to touch her while she was unconscious but now seeing her body in front of him, the way the body wash lathered on her supple skin, the way her chest pushed forward when she raised her hands to wash the shampoo out of hair. 

His cock ached as he sat on his bed, begging to be touched. He is about one hand down his body, doing his belt and jeans to free his crying length. He couldn't remember how many times in the past five years hit come by himself – or with others – wishing it was her. As his hand moved in a rapid pace, his eyes were still fixated on her naked body. Soon it would be her hand in place of his. He just had to get her used to her new life first and he had to do it fast. He didn't know how long he will be able to hold off. The force of his orgasm knocked the breath out of him as he came, shooting hot spurts into his fist, his eyes closing in bliss. 

If just the thought of her could do this to him, he wondered just how amazing it would be when he finally had her. He fell asleep finally, hours later, a smile on his face and her image superimposed onto the back of his eyelids. She needed to get used to her new life soon.

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Even though you have laid in bed for hours, staring up at the ceiling, sleep refused to come. Occasionally you found yourself drifting off but you are never able to stay asleep for longer than a few minutes, despite the seat calling of your eyelids. 

You weren’t surprised when you saw the sky outside start to lighten, dawn breaking, signifying a new day. You promised yourself today you would try. Try to get away from this madman. After what felt like another hour had passed, you had no way of knowing for certain, you heard the click of the lock. He was back.

Like last night, he came in carrying a tray, locking the door behind him before he placed it on the dining table and take a seat. You noticed how nicely he was dressed, wearing a shirt with a tie and you could only hope he was going out today, leaving you here so you could try to escape. He looked over at you then. His eyes expectant.

‘Well? Aren't you going to come over and eat your breakfast?’

You didn't listen to him. Instead he turned to face the opposite wall, your back to him, pulling the covers up even further, tucking them just underneath your chin. You heard his sigh, the clink of his cutlery against his plate. ‘Last night, you promised you were going to be a good girl. Good girls do what they're told when they're told. Are you going to break your promise so soon?’

You knew you were probably making a mistake that you would end up regretting but the idea of having to sit opposite this man who had clearly lost his mind was appalling to you. Plus, you weren’t even sure if you'll be able to eat anything. Your stomach had been in knots all night long.

After a few moments of tense silence as he waited for you to change your mind, you heard his sigh again. The harsh scrape of his chair against the floorboards and his thundering footsteps as he made his way towards you, pausing at the opposite side of the bed.

‘I am going to give you five seconds to get your ungrateful bratty ass out of bed. If you're not kneeling in front of me, begging for my forgiveness by the time I reach zero, you are going to be incredibly sorry. Five. Four.’

You could tell he was being serious just by his tone, but you refused to move a muscle. ‘Three.’ Fear started crawling through your veins as you remember just how easily he overpowered you last night. ‘Two.’ Maybe you were being a stubborn idiot. What was he going to do you? ‘One.’ You squeezed your eyes shut, your fists clenching the sheets as tightly as they could in trepidation of what was to come. 

He never said zero, he simply bent down and ripped the sheets from your hands with such force that they came free from the bed, tossing them on the floor nearby. ‘I thought you said you are going to be a good girl?’ You could hear the disappointment in his voice, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut that you started to see patterns behind your eyelids as he grabbed you, forcing you onto your stomach.

‘You know, I'm really not that surprised. An ungrateful brat like you. Of course you're going to break your promises.’ You felt him straddle the back of your legs, bunching your  nightgown up above your ass, pushing your hands out of the way as he tried to stop him from tugging down your panties. ‘But it's okay. I’ll teach you some manners.’ You screamed out, trying to twist him off of you but he simply gathered your hands together, at the small of your back and began tying them with what you could only assume was his tie. 

‘How many do you think I should give you for a first offence huh? How many will make you how many will make sure you've learnt your lesson?’ You ignored him again, continuing to scream at him to get off of you. He tutted at you, twisting your head with hand and forcing it down into the pillow with one hand while the other kneaded your ass. ‘If you know what is good for you, you’ll shut the hell up right now.’ The combination of the promised threat in his voice and the lack of oxygen made you stop screaming, and thrashing against the bed, lying still in his grip.

‘Much better sweetheart. You’re such a fast learner.’ His grip on the back of your neck relaxed somewhat, letting you twist your head so only half of it was now pressed against the pillowcase. ‘Let's get this over with, my breakfast is getting cold.’ With that the hand on your arse disappeared before you heard the swish of air and felt the hard thwack of his palm against your tender skin making you cry out. ‘Count them for me Sweetheart.’

‘One.’ You forced your voice to work, not wanting to give him another excuse to punish you.

‘Good girl.’ You tried to base yourself for the next hit but still, the harsh strike made you cry out again.

‘Two. Three. Four. Five.’ Tears started falling from your eyes. Each hit he gave you was harder than the last and you didn't know how much longer you could take.

‘Six. Seven. Eight.’ You rasped out, fighting to get the words out in between your sobs. 

‘You have to speak a bit louder Sweetheart. I couldn’t make out what number that was.’ He taunted you, kneading your ass painfully hard as you tried to control your tears enough to get the word out clearly.

‘Eight.’

‘Much better baby girl, we’re nearly there.’His encouragement meant nothing to you but you continued to practically scream the numbers as the slaps came.

‘Nine. Ten.’ You couldn’t control your sobs anymore, letting them wrack through your body as your tears continued falling. You couldn't take it anymore but thankfully, it seemed like he was done. He released your hands from his tie and pulled your panties back up your body, giving your ass a gentle slap as he did so, before getting off of you and kneeling beside your head. 

‘Don’t you have anything you’d like to say Sweetheart?’  He raised his eyebrows, expectant. 

He couldn’t be serious. But one glance at him through your watering eyes had you realising he was being deadly serious. He wanted you to say it.

‘Thank you.’ It barely came out above a whisper but he accepted it, a smile taking over his face.

‘See, just like I said. You are a fast learner. You’re welcome sweetheart. Now come and join me at the table.’ He turned and walked away from the bed, not even sparing you a glance. He didn't have to worry about you not following his orders anymore. Not after that.

You gingerly pulled yourself to your feet, your tears had stopped for now at least but the twinge in your ass with every step you took made them want to come back, especially when you finally reached the table and had to sit down, your ass screaming in protest.

As you reached for the knife and fork on the plate in front of you, you your heard him tut. ‘Sweetheart, only good girls get to eat. If you had done what I said earlier, you would have got your food. But since you made me punish you, you’re just going to have to wait until lunch for food.  View it as a lesson for next time.’ You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he casually sipped from his glass of orange juice, the steel look in his eyes making sure that you wouldn’t try to eat without his permission. 

The scent of the eggs and bacon in front of you was nearly too much for you to handle. Although you had thought you weren’t hungry, having to sit and watch him eat had your stomach rumbling loudly. The toast last night had clearly not been filling enough. 

When he had finally finished his plate, he cleared his throat. ‘Now Sweetheart, I had meant for this morning to go a lot differently but you have to understand, your actions have consequences. When I ask you to do something, you will do it, without complaint. You’re mine now. Like I said last night, I’m providing you with a new life, away from any issues or problems and all I’m asking for in return is some respect and for you to show some manners. Do you understand?’ His voice was far too calm and even for what he was asking from you but you nodded, trying to placate him. 

‘When I ask you a question I would like an answer Sweetheart so let’s try that again. Do you understand?’ 

Your throat was squeezing in on itself as you replied. ‘Yes, I understand.’ 

‘Good Girl. Now there are some things I have to do upstairs this morning but I’ll be back down for lunch and I expect you to keep this morning in mind.’ He stood from the table, his tie in his hand as he walked around it, standing next to you. ‘Since you made me undo my tie, it’s only fair you tie it again for me.’ He handed you the silky blue material and stood expectantly. 

Your body went onto autopilot, the sting in your ass as you stood a reminder of what would happen if you ignored him again. You looped it around his neck with shaking fingers, standing in front of him made you realise just how big he was in comparison to you. Your breath hitched as you tried your best to do a basic school boy knot, not trusting yourself for anything more complex, which was probably a good idea as you could barely stop your hands from shaking enough to tighten it. 

As soon as the knot was in place, you stepped back, trying to get as far away as you could. He glanced down at the clumsily done knot, unimpressed. ‘Not your best work Sweetheart, but it’s okay. You’ll get better with practice.’ He turned back to the table and stacked the plates onto the tray, heading for the door. 

‘I’ll see you at lunch time Sweetheart.’ He smiled at you as the door clicked shut behind him, locking you in again. 

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The rest of your morning passed slowly, your stomach rumbling every now and then, that and the constant tinge in your ass whenever you walked or sat down served as a constant reminder of what had happened that morning. Surely that had been his intent. A way of conditioning you for your ‘new life’ as he called it. 

In your boredom, you had ventured into the wardrobe, trying to find something that covered you better than the flimsy nightgown he had put you in when he changed you. It didn’t escape your notice that your only choices were another nightgown or frilly dresses that looked like an odd combination between a dress from the forties and modern day, but you finally settled for a simple white number with cap sleeves and a skirt that was among the longer of the selection, stopping just above your knees. 

After that, you had roved through the large selection of books shelved on the mahogany bookcase, looking for something to lose yourself in. You paused as you caught sight of the simple black spine, well worn, with so many cracks down it that you could barely make out the title of the novel, just like your copy had been. It had to be a coincidence, ‘Frankenstein’ was a fairly common novel after all. Yet as you opened it to the first page, you saw the familiar yellow highlight, the scrawl of black pen in the margin. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he raided your bookcase back in Madrid but it did. It made you wonder what else he had taken from your apartment and hidden around your new living quarters in an attempt to make you more comfortable. 

After a thorough search, you realised that it was only your books that he had taken, but they were enough, especially since he had clearly bought new ones in accordance to your taste, providing a new form of entertainment. 

You tried to stop the smile on your face as you searched through the bookcase with this newfound knowledge. He had clearly been paying attention to what you liked. 

Eventually you sat down in one of the armchairs, your copy of ‘Frankenstein’ in your hands, as you passed the time until lunch. Too chicken and too hungry to try anything with him upstairs. 

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You were so distracted by the tale of ‘Frankenstein’ that the harsh click of the lock, interrupting your silence, had made you jump in fright. You turned to the door, just as it opened, revealing him carrying a tray like always, the click of the lock sounding behind him. He placed the tray down on the table without looking over at you, setting the two plates at either chair. He didn’t even need to say anything for you to close your book and head over to him. The smell of whatever he had made was far too enticing for you to resist in your current state of hunger. 

He held out your chair for you and pushed it in as you sat down, your eyes fixed on the mushroom and chicken grilled cheese in front of you, saliva pooling in your mouth. 

‘Thank you.’ Your voice was barely a whisper but you knew he heard it as he rounded the table and took his seat opposite you, a smile on his face. 

‘You’re welcome Sweetheart. Why don’t you get started before your food gets cold?’ 

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VII. The Waiting Game

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Steve thanked the powers at be as Nat’s phone started ringing, signalling their conversation had come to an end. 

‘Oh wow. Thanks for the invite Rogers.’ She rolled her eyes as her finger swiped across the screen and hit the speaker button, letting Sam’s voice fill the room. ‘Hey Bird Brain, how’s it going in Sokovia?’ 

‘Yeah we’re good here. Just calling to let you guys know that Chekhov is on the move, we think he’s headed up to a facility in the north, it seems to be pretty heavily guarded. Wouldn’t mind some assistance with this one, it looks kind of intense.’

‘Yeah sure, we’ll be there in the morning, we just finished up with Alejandro last night so we’re good to move out.’ 

‘Actually Nat, I think we should stay here for a little longer, or at least one of us. We want to make sure all of Alejandro’s men are gone.’ Steve’s eyes met Bucky’s as the latter spoke, and he knew he hadn’t even remotely fooled his best friend, Bucky clearly realised something was up with him but he also knew that Bucky wouldn’t push him, not if he wasn’t ready to share. 

‘Yeah I think that’s a good idea Buck, we really don’t want any of these guys hanging around. How ‘bout you and Nat catch a flight up to Sokovia tomorrow and I’ll meet you there or back in New York after I make sure it’s all clear down here.’ Steve was quick to set his plan in motion, grateful that the others pretty much always agreed to whatever plan he came up with, this way he would be able to easily extract y/n using the quinjet instead of picking her up from the airport in New York and have to deal with bystanders maybe getting in the way. 

‘Sounds good to me. Wanda and I probably don’t need all three of you anyway, I don’t think Chekhov will be too hard. I’ll probably just see you back in New York Cap. Stay safe guys and see you tomorrow.’ Sam signed off the call and Nat put her phone back in her pocket. 

‘Well Barnes, looks like we got some packing to do.’

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The week passed far too slowly for Steve’s liking, every minute felt like hours and the hours felt like days. Anticipation flooded through him every time he caught sight of you, he just couldn’t wait to have you back at his house in New York, back at his mercy. 

The only upside of the week was he now had more time to watch you. In the mornings he would accompany you on your morning jogs, following slightly behind, appreciating the way your ass jiggled with every step and then sneak into your apartment while you were showering, learning everything he could about you from your living space. Then, he would head back to his hideout and have a shower of his own, his cock in his fist, dreaming about what would happen in mere days as he came, his seed spraying over the tiled walls of the shower, slowly sliding down before pooled at his feet as it disappeared down the drain, his breaths shallow and frequent as he came back after his orgasm. 

Post shower he would spend his days at the cantina, following you with his eyes as you served the customers. It seemed you were working more than normal and he figured it was probably to make up for your trip away, to cover your expenses as he had overheard a conversation between you and the elderly woman who owned the cantina. It was cute, watching your fret over finances while he knew that soon you wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than minding your manners around him. 

He tried to get your attention whenever he could, coming up with reasons to talk to you but due to the air conditioning and the promise of a refreshing drink the cantina was often packed, filled with tourists and locals alike, trying to refute the summer heat, meaning that you often had little time for him, once again filling Steve with memories of double dates with Bucky back in the forties. Of trying to get their attention which was always focussed on Bucky instead of scrawny little Steve. But soon enough, he promised himself, you would be all his. Real Soon.

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The days passed slowly for you too, despite you being so busy with work and preparing everything for your trip but finally, at last, it was your last day working at the cantina - for the meantime at least. 

‘I’m sorry Señor, but we’re closing soon, can I get you anything before we stop taking orders?’ You asked the strange American who had been coming to the cantina everyday recently. You frequently wondered why he was in Madrid if all he was going to do was sit in the cantina but he tipped well and was nice enough to look at if you had a moment in between customers. 

‘Trust me Sweetheart, there’s a lot I want from you but for now I’ll just take another Americano thanks.’ A chill crept down your spine at his sinister smile, although he may be attractive there was something wrong about this man and you barely managed to smile back as you walked away, the hairs on your neck standing up. 

You avoided the American as best you could for the next half hour before the cantina closed, but being the only one still working made it hard as you still had to serve him. Thankfully, the clock hit ten and you managed to kick him out quite easily except for his promise to ‘come back soon’. You made sure to lock the door behind him, looking out into the night as he walked down the street. There was definitely something wrong about that man, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about it for the next two weeks. 

You made your way to the back of the shop, most of the cleaning already done as you waited for the man to be finished with his coffee. Knocking on the door to Mariana’s office, you entered slowly, finding her simply reading some book. 

‘Mariana? I just wanted to come say goodbye before my flight tomorrow, it’s pretty early and I don’t think I’ll see you before I leave.’

She smiled and walked around her desk, wrapping her arms around you. ‘Querida, I’m so glad that you’re going through with this. I think it will be very good for you, going back to New York. I only ask that you send me a postcard, something touristy.’

You laughed into her shoulder, not wanting to break away from the biggest maternal figure you knew. ‘Anything for you Mariana.’ 

‘Be careful querida.’

‘Always am Mariana, don’t you worry about me.’ With one last smile you left her office, heading upstairs to your apartment. 

As you unlocked the door and made your way through the small loft, your mind was so busy running through a last minute checklist for everything you still had to do that you didn’t notice that the window you had locked that morning was now open, the curtains fluttering in the breeze. You also didn’t notice the figure waiting for you in your bedroom, hiding in the shadows until his arms were wrapped around you in a vice like grip, one hand covering your mouth as the other held something against your neck. There was a soft prick, and slowly you felt your eyes getting heavier, closing on their own and the whole room faded to blackness. 

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You slept so peacefully on the quinjet as he flew you over the Atlantic that Steve almost never wanted you to wake up. He knew that it would be a while before you were this calm in his presence again but he could wait. He was a patient man after all. He landed the quinjet just outside of the city, somewhere hidden where it wouldn’t be found and gave you another shot of sedative before transferring you to Natasha’s car. If he had known that he would see you again in Madrid he wouldn’t have ridden his bike out to the landing pad. 

It was a real pain being on the run from every government, it meant doing their job was becoming increasingly hard but the team - or what remained of it - never complained, they each stood by their choice to help Steve against Tony. Ironically enough the best place for them to hide at the moment was actually in New York, one of the biggest cities in the world and the last place Ross would think to look for them, plus if he ever did, Tony always covered for them, claiming a fake sighting in another country, because while he was still hurt but Steve and the other and wasn’t quite ready to forgive them, they were still his family and he would never turn them over like that. 

When he finally made his way back through the city, back to his brownstone in Brooklyn, Steve was kind of shocked that he had actually managed it, he had actually gotten you, right where he wanted you. A smile came over his face as he carried you down to the basement, the modifications he had requested had been made perfectly while he was away. While the room had always been a guest bedroom, he had to make sure that you wouldn’t be able to escape and that he could always watch you, especially in the first few weeks. The new thick, metal door would be enough to keep even him trapped down here and if he didn’t know exactly where to look, the security cameras were almost undetectable. He lay you on the bed, tucking you in, under the soft light grey covers, and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking away and locking the door behind him. As much as he wanted to stay and watch you all night, there was still a lot he had to do before you woke up.

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V. The Basement 

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Of course when you had bags so dark underneath your eyes that it hurt to rub them, your eyesight occasionally going blurry from lack of sleep, you finally had to give in, only to wake up mere hours later in an even worse state. 

In the beginning your friends had tried to be there for you, sharing similar horror stories of that day, but they didn’t seem nearly as affected as you were. They could still go out at night, walk down the street without constantly looking over their shoulders, you couldn’t. After the first month of having to endure your constant state of panic, they started drifting, so slowly that you hadn’t really realised until one by one they had left you all alone, with no one but the Chitauri to keep you company. 

You finally realised that you needed help when the sound of a car backfiring outside the cafe you worked at had made you cower in fear, shattering a stack of glasses in the process. The table which you had hidden under protected you from the external horrors, the heavy wood above your head, although littered with marks from its many years of service still held strong, little rainbows dancing along the underside, reflecting off of the glass shards that dug into you.  

That night you had gone online and booked a one way plane ticket, maybe if you ran far enough your nightmares wouldn’t be able to find you.

Madrid would be your new home. 

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 Steve had been undercover at a cantina,  waiting for the mark to come by when he saw you again. To say he was shocked to see you here, in Madrid of all places, would be an understatement. It was only his first day here, he had joined Bucky and Nat on the stakeout last night and neither of them would have recognised you but he did. He remembered. 

 He remembered the way your body had felt in his arms, your perfect curves that had been hidden by too many layers, your pink lips that had been screaming to be kissed. He also remembered your ingratitude. 

 At first it had just served as a reminder to Steve that times had changed while he was in the ice. This world was so different to the one he had known; once people had to work for their dreams and had proper manners. Now however, they just expected everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. Yours wasn’t the first case of it that he had noticed, but it was the one that stuck to him, plaguing his mind. 

 The way you had just shrugged him off made him feel like he was back in the 1930’s, still the skinny kid from Brooklyn whom dames always passed over, always preferring his sole friend, Bucky. He had thought that after getting the serum his days of being ignored and treated like scum were over, but apparently not.

 In the weeks after the battle instead of focussing on the clean-up of the city, his thoughts had been completely occupied by you and your indifference to him. During the nights his obsession never let up as he dreamt of finding you, of teaching you some manners. 

 Initially he had been ashamed, horrified even. Never in a million years had he ever thought of treating a dame in such a way but as the nights continued, weeks turning into months, so did the dreams that were growing increasingly hard to resist. 

 Many times as he awoke too soon to blame his stained sheets on purely just his dream. On those occasions his hand you make their way down his body, into the waistband of his boxers as if on their own accord, freeing him of the constricting material. One hand would wrap around his painfully hard cock, the other would start tugging at his balls as he chased the fleeing memories of his dream.

As he worked his hand up and down his length his mind shifted between ideas of how he would force some manners into you; sometimes he would simply imagine bringing you the brink of an orgasm, continually denying you until you were a mess, begging for him, pleading him to let you come, promising him anything. On his darker days however, he would imagine you tied up, hands and legs bound, spread eagle on his bed as he ravished your body, just as helpless as you had been stuck under that car, completely at his mercy. Maybe that would teach you some manners. 

 As time had passed he had become increasingly obsessed with you, obsessed with what he would do to you if he ever saw you again and now here you were, so close that he could reach his hand out and grab your ass if he wanted to.

 Steve watched as you made your way around the tables, taking people’s orders in both English and Spanish so easily that he wondered if you had always been able to speak it. His palms rubbed against the rough denim of his jeans as you neared his table, he still couldn’t believe you were here, so tantalizingly close to him. 

 He knew that he couldn’t be recognised, it would blow the whole recon mission so he pulled his dark blue baseball cap pulled low, further over his brow even though Nat had said the full beard he was now sporting was disguise enough. It pained him to avert his eyes from you as you stopped, standing at his table, ready to take his order, but he knew he needed to. There would be time enough for watching you after the mission was finished.

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Five years had now passed since the battle of New York and Madrid was still your home. At first it has been hard, living in a new place, trying to find work with the handful of Spanish you had picked up from here and there. Eventually you found your saving grace, Mariana, an older woman who owned a cantina near the hotel you had been staying at. She hired you despite your complete lack of Spanish and over time you helped each other, you taught her English while she gave you work and a place to stay at a small cost. 

 As the months turned into years, your nightmares started fading away. Not all at once and definitely not completely, but they no longer took ahold of you every night or occupied your every waking thought. Instead they settled, taking up residence in a back corner of your mind, occasionally stirring every now and then. But it was manageable now, far away in Madrid, protected by the great mass of water separating you and fifth avenue. 

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 It was a slow day today at the cantina. Barely any tables had patrons sitting in them but that was just as well though, you hated when it was packed, reminding you of the crowded streets of New York. as you flittered between tables, taking orders and bringing out dishes you noticed a man had taken up one of the empty tables. 

Immediately you knew he was American, his baseball cap practically screamed as much. You had never realised until you had come to Europe just how painfully obvious Americans always were when they travelled. 

‘Good afternoon, here’s our menu but can I get you anything to drink while you decide?’ You asked, passing over the laminated paper, shivering as his fingers brushed over yours. 

‘Just an Americano thank you.’ You smiled and nodded and went to walk away. There was something oddly familiar about him but you couldn’t put your fingers on it, you felt like you had seen him before  but where you had no idea. He definitely hadn’t come into the cantina before, that you were sure of. 

Rounding the countertop by the coffee machine you glanced back over your shoulder, trying to place the strange man only to be caught in the act, his eyes already on you, watching you intently. Something about the way his eyes stayed fixed on your body as you made his coffee had you squirming inside, you didn’t want his eyes following your every movement, practically undressing you in his mind. 

Putting on a brave face you returned to him, trying to hide the way your hand shook holding the ceramic mug. ‘Here you go, anything else I can do for you?’

A photo album of ideas sprung to Steve’s mind at your question. There were a lot of things you could do for him, with him, but he bit down the words, he could do them all later.

‘Yes but I’m good for now.’ He didn’t miss the confusion that crossed over your face as you turned away, but he didn’t pay any attention to it, the mark had just walked through the door and Steve smiled to himself. The quicker the mission is completed, the quicker he would have you as his. 

He waited, sipping his coffee as the mark, Alejandro Garcia, ordered his own to go, spending far too much time talking to you in the process for Steve’s liking. His anger grew as he watched you laugh at something Alejandro had said. If only you knew what he had done. Who this man obviously flirting with you really was. Clearly you weren’t very good at making your own choices but Steve was reassured that soon that freedom would be taken away and you would be safe, from yourself and from others. He just had to wait. 

 When Alejandro finally left, Steve followed soon after, chucking a twenty on the table and glancing back at you as he neared the door. 

His last sight was of you joking around with a new customer, a smile on your face, blissfully unaware of the dark promise Steve was making to himself.  

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III. The Apartment

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