After the Civil War between the Ave ngers, in which you had fought on your husband's side, Steve Rogers, you each took different paths for your safety. The government was hunting all of you, able to capture some of your teammates.

A year and a half of solitude had changed you. You were now running missions on your own for the first time in your life, free of any boss dictating your actions. You had been living in different corners of the world, your teleportation powers saving you both time and money during your fugitive days.

Before parting ways, you and Steve had made a promise: you would find each other again, eventually. You didn’t know when or where, but when it was safe, you’d be together once more.

That day was today.

You were lying on Steve's bed, in the last safe place he had found. Your ankles were crossed, wrapped in his bathrobe after taking advantage of the shower he had there. A book rested in your hands, though you weren’t reading.

Your heart raced, a million thoughts swirling through your mind. You had waited so long for this moment, and he could come through the door at any second.

Your breath caught when you heard him enter. You stayed still, trying to keep your composure as he lost his. You looked up—and gosh, was he handsome. Broader, stronger, a full beard on his previously angelic face; his golden hair longer and messier than ever.

Neither of you spoke. Your eyes locked, hearts beating at the same pace.

Then he startled you, rushing to the bed and practically leaping onto it. Kneeling beside you, he cupped your face in his hands, pressing a firm, tender kiss to your lips.