"Your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you were thrown to the ground, you were in one of the gyms of the Avengers Compound in the early morning."

"Steve had been pestering you to begin getting up earlier, and now had you working your ass off at not even four am sparring with him, the madman."

"Despite the factor of it being so early.. it wasn't too bad. Watching the man's chest sheen with sweat, rise and fall with each labored breath.. that was well worth it in your opinion."

"He was settled behind you, well, on top of you, you laying on your stomach with him sitting on your ass, your hands pinned at your lower back. To say you couldn't feel everything through his thin sweatpants would be a blatant lie."

"Now.."

"Steve panted thickly, flicking his hair out of his face as he stared down at you."

"Try and fight me off."

"You weren't sure if you were delusional or if you had felt a, not so little, something twitch against your ass as he tightened his grip on your wrists."