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I own nothing. Captain America, Hawkeye, their true identities, colleagues and other MCU characters are not my property and neither is the wonderful Faith Lehane and the characters that may pop up from her universe. With much gratitude to Joss Whedon because these characters might have worked without him but with him, they are magic.
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Faith knocks out the last HYDRA operative and jogs down the corridor to regroup with her team. "I'm done with mine. Anybody need help?"
"We're good here," Hawkeye tells her and Faith finds herself checking out his arms. The Hawk has great arms and a pretty great ass. He catches her staring and fixes her with a look and a shake of his head. "Yours are still breathing, right?"
"I mighta busted some ribs," she admits, feeling uncertain and not liking it. "So maybe the breathing is kinda painful. Is that okay?"
"That's fine," comes the Brooklyn-accented voice of her favorite Avenger, Captain America. She likes that he's got the accent, like a mirror image of her Southie one. "You did good."
"So, we're five by five?"
His mouth curves into a smile. "Yeah, we are. Where'd you learn that?"
Faith shrugs, not wanting to talk about her father. "Around." Instead, she watches as Cap pulls his mask back and wipes his forehead.
He's got intense blue eyes and even without the uniform, he'd be Captain America, all stars and stripes and patriotic perfection. He was the first to welcome her to the team when Fury introduced her. There was a time that she'd have thought he was a complete square but not now. His old-fashioned manners remind her a lot of Angel, along with his belief in redemption and that everyone is basically decent. Unlike Angel, he's warm-blooded and not fixated on Buffy. Of course, he hasn't met Buffy.
Cap catches her staring. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was..." Fantasizing about him out of that star-spangled uniform, is what she was doing. "Spazzing," is what she tells him. "Not a big fan of being underground. Got caught in an explosion this one time and ended up in my second coma ever. Not a fan of comas either, come to think of it."
"Me either," he agrees and she remembers that he spent seventy years frozen in ice.
Faith stops herself before she can swear. Cap isn't a fan of four letter words. "Sorry," she says, quickly. "I didn't mean --"
"Faith." He cuts her off, firmly. "It's okay. You wanna go up and get some air?"
What she wants to do is go over and check out the Captain's salute. What she wants is something to pound on, because her and Captain America? Not gonna happen. Ever. He's a nice guy and she's a con. A murderer. So maybe what she really wants is a demon to beat on and it's just her luck that these HYDRA clowns were playing mad scientists with demons. It's even more her luck that the universe, in its wisdom, chooses this wish to grant instead of the one where she and Captain America get horizontal and naked.
The Polgara demon is a big one, maybe eight feet tall with skewers coming from its wrists that must be nearly three feet long. Faith knows about Polgaras. They eat every two hours, they've got good eyesight and they're vicious. She has no idea what HYDRA would want with one, unless they were raising it for parts, like that mad scientist back in Sunnydale.
"I got this," Faith warns the Hawk and Cap. Hawkeye ignores her and reaches for his quiver of arrows. Her voice is a snarl as she tells him, "Back the hell off. This is a Polgara demon and it's mine. Your little toys ain't gonna do jack except piss it off."
The demon growls as Faith approaches. She's got no weapons. No sword, no stake, not even an arrow. All she has is her Slayer-strength and the need to beat the hell out of something. Faith growls back at the Polgara and shimmies out of her jacket. She doesn't need Kevlar. What she needs is freedom of movement and an opening.
For once, the Powers that Be give her what she needs. The Polgara lunges and what follows is her kind of fight. She's taking out all kinds of frustration on this oversized demon, taking her time, going for the hurt but not the kill. Not yet. It's only when the Polgara slices her thigh with its skewer that she decides she's had enough. With a snarl, she snaps the damn skewer off at the base and slams it through the Polgara's eye socket. It topples and falls with a crash.
Faith is bruised. She's battered. Her leg is bleeding. Most of all, she is horny beyond words and the Cap is just standing there, all big blue eyes like he's never seen a demon before and maybe he hasn't. His lips are parted slightly and the sight drives her over the edge. She's on him before she can think about it, her hands grabbing that ass, pulling him hard against her as she claims his patriotic pink mouth with hers.
There's a moment where he doesn't move and then, to her shock and pleasure, he's returning the kiss. Cap is a sloppy kisser and come to think of it, didn't Stark call him a virgin more than once? Faith doesn't mind. She can deal with sloppy and inexperienced. He's enthusiastic and that's plenty.
Finally, he pushes her back and damn, if he's not blushing. "Uh...um..."
"Slayin'," she tells him, not giving a rat's ass that Hawkeye is there and he's seen and heard everything so far, "makes me hungry and horny. Not necessarily in that order. You feel like runnin' that up your flagpole and salutin' it, soldier?"
"I...uh..."
"I'll be gentle," Faith promises. "Or not. Your choice."
"Um..." His pupils are blown wide as he looks to Hawkeye for help. Faith follows his gaze and Hawk just shrugs. "Uh..."
"Quinjet's unoccupied."
That snaps him out of it. "Faith, we can't."
The rejection is like a bucket of cold water being dumped on her and she turns away, snatching her jacket from the ground. "Of course we can't," Faith agrees, not looking at him. "You're Captain America and I'm --"
"Beautiful. But we're on a mission."
"Huh?" He thinks she's beautiful?
"We have work to do," Cap tells her firmly. "That comes before pleasure."
"You're shittin' me --"
"Language," he scolds her.
Faith snorts. She just grabbed his ass and stuck her tongue down his throat and he's concerned about language. "Sorry Cap. I'll save the dirty talk for later. Trust me, you're gonna love it, especially when I show you --"
"Faith. Mission."
Making him blush is turning into her favorite new pastime. At least, until she gets him alone later. She flashes him a V with her fingers and he returns it but Faith is pretty sure he means 'victory' like in those corny old movies. V is her promise that she's planning on helping him cash in that V card of his later and she's pretty sure it'll be a victory for both of them.