bakerstreet | Like we never left off

[ Either role's likely; she tends to be like a cat in her roaming - you never know when she'll come back or where she'll end up. ]

[ Most likely the returning one, but can play either. ]

[ Either role okay! ]

[ either role can work for him! ]

Edited 2018-03-23 04:58 (UTC)

[ either/or ]

Edited 2018-03-23 19:11 (UTC)

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.]

Warnings aplenty were given to them before they fully entered the program but they knew of the importance and accepted regardless. Everything in life came with a risk, after all! They couldn't just be afraid of even trying, especially on Steve's end because otherwise he couldn't enter the war effort.

For Sam, the serum worked perfectly but for him, well, it had some side effects and he lacked the perfect specimen label. It led to plenty of scorn but their efforts helped make up for it somewhat.

If only they knew the other possible dangers in the beginning because one night Steve literally faded from sight and when his eyes actually opened he found himself in an unfamiliar room, unaware of it being seventy years in the future. How? Someone also explained about his legacy along with Sam and the new role for him.

It bothered him but he fell into line as the leader, the pain of loss curled thickly around him during all of it. How could he manage without Sam there? They worked better together. Having things without Bucky sent another kind of ache as well.

Too much loss for one person to endure.

Staring up at the ceiling, Steve grabbed for the files on the Winter Soldier Natasha gave to him, biting over his lower lip in concentration. It might connect him to Sam in some way. Not the hydra part necessarily but the capabilities they possessed.

It wasn't like anyone considered Sam a perfect specimen, either; the serum had worked like it was supposed to on her, but her race and sex meant that she was inherently flawed - at least, that was how most of the military viewed her. Erskine hadn't thought like that, obviously, or else she wouldn't have been part of the program to begin with, and Peggy agreed with him.

And there was Steve, of course. They made a hell of a pair, and together they'd managed to piss off nearly every general in Europe in one way or another. (As Peggy had always said, they'd deserved it.) But he hadn't been with her when she'd faced down Zola, 'hen she'd destroyed his damn portal by smashing the control panel with her shield. She'd thought about what it would mean to her, stranding herself in another world - leaving Steve behind - but she knew what she had to do. What Steve would have done in her place.

She never met another Steve Rogers while she was hopping from universe to universe. She knew they were out there; the legend of Captain America was impossible to avoid throughout the multiverse, however the story went. But meeting one? She wouldn't have been able to handle it.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about this portal - a pretty standard mandala style, created by a cranky sorcerer who just wanted to take a nap - but the moment she stepped through into a dark room, Sam felt something settle deep in her bones. Slowly, she stepped into the pool of light cast by the bedside lamp, looked down at familiar blond hair she had to resist a sudden urge to comb her fingers through.

"Isn't it past lights out?" she asked mildly, easing herself down onto the side of the bed. "Come on, soldier, gotta get your rest." God, she hoped this was the right Steve and she wasn't making a fool of herself.

At the sound of the voice, Steve flipped the file and papers flew everywhere from the sheer shock of his dreams coming to life. He dreamed of Sam's voice constantly, after all, the longing sometimes too much to handle. There were times he questioned even standing back to at all but he already knew what she would say back to such thoughts and he found a way. To honor her, to keep her memory alive with him.

"Ya know I always stay up past my bedtime," Steve responded with a smirk playing at his lips. "Got too much to read."

With a shake of his head, he lifted a hand to tentatively touch her face. "I got to ask - are you real? Are you actually here?" A lot had happened since they last saw each other but as he looked into her eyes it all clicked back in. As if not much time passed at all between them. Sam tended to feel like home, though.

"What happened? How? When?"

Though Sam's clothes no longer resembled anything like a uniform, she still had the familiar shield slung over her back, the twin to Steve's. She took it off in one fluid movement and tossed it on the floor before she pressed closer to him, closing her eyes briefly when his fingertips brushed her cheeks. Sam leaned closer, letting her forehead rest against his.

"After you disappeared, we found out that Zemo was building something big - turned out it was a portal between universes, and he was gonna bring Nazis from every universe he could find into ours. I stopped him, but I got stranded on the other side of the portal. I've been hopping from world to world ever since then, trying to find my way back home - or at least find you, if you were somewhere out there."

A slightly wry smile twisted her lips at the last. "Turns out a lot of places have Steve Rogers, but none of 'em were the right one." Not her Steve, the one who had fought by her side through the war.

"I don't even know how long it's been," she admitted with a shrug. Or what year it was here - she'd traveled through time as well as space, and she knew she was probably decades older (even if she looked just the same as she had during the war), but for all she knew, only a month or two had passed in her own world.

Breathing her in settled some of the nerves crashing around inside of him, especially over the past few months with the compromising of Shield and Bucky 's supposed return to the present time period. Were they all going to settle in? Did it have a specific purpose? Bucky died but apparently not in the traditional way and he lost Sam but again not in a typical way.

The Nazi confessions, well, why should it surprise him at all? "Is that still a problem? Did you stop it?" he asked softly as if a louder voice might break the relief around them having found each other again. "Hydra is an issue in this time. Makin' soldiers -" he drifted off with a pang of his heart.

Other versions? Again, it shouldn't surprise him. "You meet any of 'em?" Curiosity could be a terrible thing sometimes. "In this file here I've got information about you. Was tryin' to find ya." Things were never the same without Sam.

"It's been ----" A pause, his lips turning into a frown. "Over seventy years."

"Would I be here if it was still a problem?" Sam tried to keep her tone light. She'd done things she wasn't proud of, things she didn't know if she could ever confess to Steve. But she'd stopped them even after she'd destroyed their portal, and that was what mattered.

"More super-soldiers." She finished Steve's sentence flatly. That had been a common theme, too. HYDRA never really went away in any universe, from what she'd seen. There were worlds where the Red Skull was alive, worlds where he'd come back to life, worlds where he occupied Steve's body. "Everyone wants the serum or the tesseract, or both."

She pulled away for a second to shuck off her battered leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor, before she leaned back in. Steve felt like home, and always would, no matter where she was. "Nah. Though I will say you're married to Howard's daughter in one of 'em. You got Avengers around here yet, or am I spoiling things?"

Sam couldn't say she was surprised by how long she'd been gone; there were times when she thought her travels had taken even longer than that, but there was no way to make sure. "Where'd you go, though? I looked for you wherever I could, and you weren't there." Wandering fingertips found Steve's lips, traced the familiar lines, the soft skin.

Okay, fair point, Sam. He got it, stupid question of him because when danger appeared neither of them stopped until they found a handle on it. Both a strength and a weakness because they never stopped much or slowed down. Sam had a better handle on such things than he did, though, and having her there shifted everything back into focus and reminded him what mattered. What he actually fought for and why he stood back up again and again.

"They want those things here too," Steve responded with a sigh. "The hydra of this time is very - far reaching." So far, in fact, they spread the sickness to Shield even. The realization still unnerved him and he needed to find Bucky. The files could wait, though, he finally had his best girl back with him.

"I'm not entirely sure. I remember things faintly and then they told me I had been asleep for ...a long time." He shook his head. "Yeah, I'm kind of leader of the Avengers. I really hope Howard doesn't have a daughter in this time because his son is difficult enough to try and handle." Tony really knew how to push his buttons in the worse way possible.

Pressing kisses to Sam's fingertips, he offered a soft smile. "You gonna give me a proper greeting now or we gonna keep with this debriefing?"

"Well, I hope you have room on that team for me." As if that would be a problem. Wherever Steve was fighting, it was a given that Sam would be right there next to him. She'd punched her way through countless dimensions to get back to him, and she'd be damned if she'd let anything keep them apart now.

But that was a concern for another time. "Maybe a different debriefing," she teased him. Not that they'd ever had the opportunity for much; they'd always been in tents or barracks, with the possibility of someone walking in on them at any moment. No matter what they'd wanted to do, there had always been something holding them back, and they'd had to live on stolen kisses and furtive touches.

This time, she cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed Steve full on, the fingers of one hand slipping up into his untidy hair. Sam had been imagining this for decades, and it still didn't live up to the reality of being with Steve again, of actually feeling his body pressed close to hers.

Now they found each other again, he would do everything he could to make sure they never lost one another again. They went through too much to not have a chance at something worth fighting for. Everyone had somebody so why couldn't they when they endured so much? Having the serum changed a lot, of course, but it also signaled them out all the same. It marked them for a life filled with battle after battle.

"We'll always be on the same team," Steve reassured as they moved closer to one another, something he could not help whatsoever. He needed to be able to touch Sam and reassure himself of her being there. Hold onto her as well and never ever let go again. Later, they could talk about what they went through and discuss Bucky.

Cupping Sam's cheek softly, he kissed back with all he had, pouring all the emotions he locked away inside the last few years. He didn't mean to but the sharp relief proved too much to deal with. The intensity of the kiss picking up before he knew it and he pressed closer with a faint groan.

They were together. They were alive. All was well.

God. Sam nearly wept with the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her as she kissed Steve, from the sheer relief of being with him again. There had been times when the only thing that had kept her going was her faith that she'd find her way back to him, wherever he was. A few tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks, but she didn't pay any attention to them.

Her fingertips lingered on his cheeks for another few moments before she let her hands fall to his hips, feeling the heat of his skin radiate through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Sam hadn't exactly been celibate on her way through the multiverse - it had been decades, after all - but she found herself hesitating with Steve, like she'd been thrown right back into one of those musty tents with the narrow cots. It was ridiculous; Sam wasn't exactly a shy lover. Except, apparently, when it came to Steve.

"So." She bumped her forehead against his when they finally broke apart. "You feel like staying up a little more past your bedtime?" Sam's lips curled into a crooked smile, and the wicked glint in her eyes made her meaning unmistakable (hopefully).

The full implications of being together again washed over him as they kissed each other with an expected pent up passion. Eighty years had passed since they last saw one another but he never doubted they would find each other again. Never once had he considered something might have happened to Sam in another reality because he knew how fiercely she handled everything. If anyone could make something happen, Sam could.

"I think I've gotta reason to stay up," Steve offered when they pulled apart, running his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away the tears. A lump rose in his throat as the truth of the situation really slammed into him. They were really together and with time to bond. Yes, he understood what kind, thank you very much.

Pulling back some, his hands hovered over her uniform, a questioning look in his eyes in case she wanted to say no. "Can I?" he asked, brushing his lips over her neck.

"If you don't, I'm gonna be real disappointed, Rogers," she teased him. Sam's skin prickled at the brush of his lips over her neck, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "I've always needed you," Sam added in a softer voice as she kissed his forehead. "You know that." In so many ways, and now more than ever, now that fate (or Sam's persistence) had brought them back together.

With an amused smile on her face, Sam reached up and began undoing the buttons on her uniform, exposing the tank top she wore underneath, and the warm brown skin under that. "You been with anyone before?" Not just the groping and kisses they'd stolen during the war, but actually having sex.

Each reveal of skin had his breath hitching there in his lungs, a sudden rush of emotions so strong it nearly doubled him over. He dreamed of being together again with Sam often enough but never believed it would actually happen. They were lost to each other for so long but now were reunited and he needed more time go wrap his mind around it.

The softness of her skin brushed along his fingertips and he only wanted to press closer. They finally had the chance for more and did not have to worry about the war looming over their heads. Her question, though, made him pause in his exploring trek. "No, just you." A pause and then, "Haven't really had the time. No one ever ....compared to you." Sam captured his entire heart from the moment the met and he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

"What about you?" It didn't matter to him but they needed things out in the open.

"It was seventy-five years, maybe more," Sam admitted with a soft laugh. She wasn't ashamed of what she'd done - wasn't like she'd been a virgin before she met Steve anyway (just barely). It had been sex, just finding release. There had never been anyone else like Steve in her life; she'd crossed an entire multiverse to find him, and she'd do it again if she had to. "I had a few partners." She kept running her hands over the thin fabric of his t-shirt, dipping underneath to tease at his bare skin. "They were all good people, but they weren't you."

Sam studied him to gauge his reaction. She'd been brought up to think that a woman should be chaste till she went to her wedding bed, and so had Steve - even when the realities of life were very much otherwise. And never mind that they weren't exactly married right now, either.

Things paused for a moment while they talked, Steve giving his attention to Sam. "I'm glad you weren't alone," he commented, cupping her cheek gently as he rubbed his thumb back and forth. "We were apart a really long time and I would have hated if you were alone during all of that." He hadn't been awake as long as she had so may be things would have been different.

"I'm glad they were good people." His smile widened a little from the second part of her comment. "No one has ever compared to you, Sam. I only want you. Now, next week and all the weeks after that. You and me, okay?"

"Just you and me," Sam agreed as she turned her head to kiss the pad of his thumb. She lingered for a moment, dragging her tongue over his skin slowly before she pulled back to smile wickedly at him. "If you can keep up with me, anyway." Their relationship was one of constant teasing and egging each other on, and it seemed like that was likely to continue in bed.

"At this rate, might take you another seventy-five years just to get my clothes off." And never mind that Steve was just as clothed as she was. It was the principle of the matter, and Sam was starting to get impatient.

"It's called setting a mood," Steve responded with a wink. "Maybe try it sometime." The playfulness always appealed to him and he liked they never took most things too seriously. Time and place, of course, but otherwise they just tried to keep things a push and pull.

His eyes gazed down at his own appearance. "Don't see much progress on your end but maybe you're seeing something different here." But without wasting anymore time, Steve reached out to slowly pull at the uniform and remove layer by layer, kissing and caressing each new bit of skin revealed to him. Maybe even marking and biting here and there. He kept it unpredictable to keep Sam on her toes.

"Lotta big talk, Rogers. You better hope you can live up to it." Steve didn't have as many clothes to remove; all Sam had to do was pull the t-shirt he was wearing over his head, and she was halfway done. He still hadn't put on any muscle from the serum - probably never would. But despite that, he was just as strong as she was, emotionally and physically, and Sam loved him for it. Most men would have been afraid of a woman who was capable of tying them into knots - and that wasn't even touching her headstrong personality. She'd always been out of place in their time, and she'd never really felt like she belonged anywhere until she found Steve.

"If you were setting a mood, there'd be candles and rose petals." Sam wasted no time in running a hand over him through his pants. That, at least, was familiar, and reminded her of the fumbling and groping they'd done during the war. "Maybe even some music."

"I always do," Steve offered back as he finished with his task of removing Sam's clothes, with little to no help from her. Not that he minded because it gave him more time to admire, touch and kiss. Every single inch revealed in a way it never really had before. They probably shouldn't have done the things they had given the unmarried status at the time but they were never a typical sort, especially not after the serum.

His breath hitched as she touched him and he let her for a few long moments before he flipped her onto her back. "You'll have all of that next time, I promise. This time I want you not even seeing or focusing on anything but me."

To make this happen, his lips started trailing up and down her body, lower and lower but not quite there, sucking marks on her thighs instead.

They'd never really talked about getting married, or about anything after the war. It was easier to focus on what was in front of them than think about the difficulty they'd face as a mixed race couple in America. Hell, marrying Steve would've been illegal in her hometown. New York didn't have any laws against it, but in Sam's experience, Northerners could be just as racist in their own way.

But that was then, and Sam didn't want to focus on the past. Not with Steve half-naked and on top of her. She took a moment to drink the sight of him in, holding it in her mind. It had been too long since she'd seen him, clothes or no.

Soon enough, though, his mouth was on the smooth skin of her thighs, and Sam sucked in a breath of air, spreading her legs open wider. "You're a tease, Steve Rogers." She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, skimming her nails over his scalp. "And we could be in a room full of people and I still wouldn't see anyone but you."

Rightfully so with the teasing given how long they were apart from one another until that very moment. Even with touching and being touched by her, he still worried about waking up at any second because how often had he dreamed of such a reunion? Far more than he could readily count and no one else had ever compared for him, nor would they.

"So charming," Steve remarked, blowing onto the marks he just made, kissing over them before he finally dipped lower, mouthing over her clit slowly. Maybe he wanted a little begging, just to know what it sounded like. One finger started to press inside of her but not quite yet either. The begging objective in full gear.

"One of these days, I'm gonna charm the pants right off you." Her tone wavered in the middle of her sentence, her voice trembling as she watched him focus on his new objective. The more aroused she became, the more the South started to seep back into her voice, and she didn't even try to hide it.

The muscles in her thighs tightened, and Sam locked her legs around his back, pulling Steve in closer. "You're really gonna make me wait after all these years, huh?" She laughed breathlessly; truth be told, she didn't mind being toyed with. It excited her, knowing how much he wanted her. "You'll be singing a different tune once I get my hands on you, Rogers."

Steve did not doubt Sam teasing him back once she had the chance, in fact, he wanted to count on it so they could find out what one another really enjoyed the most. It would bring them closer together, which he wanted more than anything. They had spent too much time apart, after all. Giving in some, he pressed the finger inside, stroking as he sucked in earnest over Sam's clit. His tongue swept and swirled to figure out what she enjoyed most.

After a few moments, he slipped out his finger to replace it with two, pushing in a little quicker. New objective? Have Sam find her release then give her another couple.

"You know, you're pretty good at this for an innocent Catholic virgin." Sam grinned breathlessly down at him. The hand twined in his hair guided him a little to the left, and a moan fell from her lips when he hit just the right spot, her hips rolling up.

"Another finger," she urged him. She could feel the heat building in her, the tension ratcheting up a notch, but it wasn't enough yet. She needed more to push her over the edge, and she hungrily sought it.

Likely, Steve would have made plenty of comments but with his mouth currently busy he decided to not bother. There would be plenty of time later because they always had such a back and forth with one another. Instead, he shifted the angle when prompted, licking and sucking in the ways he overheard others talking about. Envisioning and completely were two entirely different things but he seemed to be doing a decent job! More practice would be necessary, of course. Humming softly against her skin, he slipped in another finger, thrusting and curling them to test something.

"Ah-" Sam's back arched when he curled his fingers, her muscles tightening around him involuntarily. She dug her heel into the small of his back hard enough to leave a mark on anyone else. So much for being coherent enough to snark at him; all she could think about now was finding release. She could feel it in the way her entire body tensed, the way every stroke of his tongue made her shudder a little more, until finally, she shook apart as she toppled over the edge.

"Steve," she gasped, her fingers flexing in his hair. At least for the moment, she was limp and loose-limbed again, although little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her from time to time - a sign that the night was just beginning.

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