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I'll just make this part 3 after "Somewhere I Belong" in this book

Tell me what you think are we in trouble?
Feelin' sorry's never really been my struggle
Pickin' up the pieces siftin' through the rubble
Ringin' in the new year listenin' to the double

It could never be easy.  Why could it never just be easy like everyone said that love was supposed to be?

Well, that was because it was Steve.  If you wanted to be with Steve Rogers, or more so Captain America, you should have known this from day one.  For just a moment, just a sliver of light of hope for a new day shone through the windows and onto you as you woke, but when your eyes opened to see him at your side again, he was gone.  Maybe it was what you should have expected, for him to turn and run after he had all but begged to be there again, but something deep in your soul believed him; you believed his eyes as he looked back with a pleading that he knew would break you, and you let him back in.

"Miss, Captain Rogers is awaiting your arrival in the hangar.  You're late."

"Shiiiiiit!" you jumped up, realizing that he hadn't left you at all, and you felt like a complete fool.  You had a mission this morning and now you were late.  "Perfect, FRIDAY, thank you.  You couldn't have maybe woken me up like an hour ago?"

"You didn't ask for an alarm."

"FRIDAY, your Tony is showing," you snapped angrily, thought it really was no one's fault but your own.  It was the best you could do to slap a little water on your face to maybe wash the sleep away, run a quick toothbrush through your mouth, and grab your gear in a run out the door.  Barely holding onto arms full of your uniform and a random gun you found under your bag, you stumbled into the elevator, cursing yourself aloud until it reached the main floor to allow you to break into a final sprint for the jet.

"I'm here!  I'm here!"

"G'morning, (Y/N)," Tony grinned widely, having to look away with a chuckle, covering his mouth to try to hold back.  "Rough night?"

"No?  Why?"

Steve turned the pilot chair around to welcome you and apologize for leaving you behind after he woke, but he sprang up and into action immediately, crossing the cabin in two long strides to stand in front of you.  "Um, honey, you might want to put your uniform on."

"I was going to..." you agreed, but when you looked down to shift your gear, you noticed exactly why he was so urgent.  "Steve, go sit down, I know.  I forgot my pants, I'm not naked.  We've all seen each other in less than this.  Maybe if you would've woken me up when you left, I wouldn't be so late."

"I got up early to work out and you were sleeping so soundly that I wanted to give you more time."

"Yeah, and that turned out so well, thank you."

"So, now this is my fault," he snapped back, "because you can't set an alarm?  You're welcome for trying to be nice."  Steve could only shake his head in frustration and maybe a little bit of hurt as he returned to his chair.  He slammed the controls with an extra touch of attitude, so much so that Clint couldn't help but interject his opinion where he guessed it probably wasn't wanted.  Clint always was a risk-taker.

"Did you really wake up that much earlier that you couldn't have given her a little nudge?"

Steve's hands had gone from frenetic energy to stilled, and his spine straightened.  He stared straight ahead, but the smallest twitch of his jawline left Clint's blood running just a little bit colder.  "Barton...not the time."

"To call you out?  It's always the time, Cap.  A good boyfriend would have made sure that she knew you were leaving her in the bed alone, so that when she woke up in a late panic, she wouldn't feel like an abandoned, half-naked mess in front of her teammates.  Especially when you knew that Stark would be here."

"What does he have to do with anything?"

"Seriously?" Clint scoffed, allowing a quick glance over his shoulder, only to see Tony crossing the aisle to help you zip the back of your vest closed; he helped with an eye that lingered a bit too long on the curves of your neck for Barton's liking.  "Steve, maybe my aim's off a little here, but you know I never miss.  He's interested, and just waiting for you to screw this up once and for all."

Are we outside the safe spaces of love?
Are we in space pinned down to spinning rocks?

How you freeze me
We're so cold now

After Clint's revelation, the mission was a complete and utter disaster.  Beyond the fact that you were working in a frozen hell that left you so numb that you couldn't feel the gun in your hand enough to be sure you wouldn't accidentally shoot your own team, the arguing left you believing that you might actually want to do it anyway.  That little 'you better stop pretending to be a hero' argument from Steve and Tony's first day on the team looked like a kindergarten schoolyard 'you looked at me funny' tiff compared to this.  The disaster was taking an even greater toll on them after Barton managed to get a word in between the two men's insults; his mention of your name brought them to a fast silence.

"Steve, even if I was after (Y/N), believe me, I'd have her before you'd realize that she was gone," Tony hissed over the comms.  "You'd have to actually pull your head out of your ass to notice, and given how much you seem to enjoy it up there, I know I'd have plenty of time!"

"Stark, if anyone knows what that's like to have their head up their backside, it's you," Steve shot back.  "I'm shocked you could fit something so big up there-"

"Hey!  I could use some help over here if you guys want to quit arguing about who's the bigger asshole!  You both win, alright?  (Y/N) and Sam got clipped and are buried under an ice shelf that I can't break through."

"I'm on it," Tony called out first, his jets pushing their limits to hurry to the scene.  With Steve sprinting across the frozen ground just below, tony fought the urge to pass by him without a second thought; instead, he dropped down to take his teammate's hand to give him a lift.  All fighting aside, the two men shared in the same goal of getting you and Sam out.  "How long have they been under?"

"Couple of minutes, but at this temp they won't last long."

~~~

Tell me where you are, am I getting warmer?
You freeze me with that look when I go undercover
Readin' me my rights when you were getting closer
I resist arrest until you say it's over

You had heard of people experiencing out-of-body experiences, and going towards a bright light when they're on the brink of death, but you downplayed it as a hallucination from lack of oxygen or blood to their brain; never anything that could possibly be true.  What you were feeling now, or actually what you weren't feeling had to be the same thing, you were convinced.  You were in Steve's arms, you knew that from hearing his voice so close to you, and the rush of air in your ears as he ran, but beyond that, you couldn't feel his hands gripping you so tightly that they dug into your skin, or the heat that should have been coming from him to warm you.  You felt nothing.

Until he let you go.

Once the contact ended and he put you down to rest on one of the tables at the center of the jet, your body reacted in violent tremors, your teeth chattering so severely that it echoed through the cabin and sounded like they were cracking from the strain.  Steve had nothing to focus on other than you, with Tony working to get Sam settled, and he reacted immediately. 

"Cap, what are you doing?" Clint asked, hurrying to get the jet in the air.

"I need to warm her up," he mumbled absentmindedly, throwing blankets to Tony and taking several himself before removing your saturated uniform and tearing his own shirt away.  "She always complained that it was hard to sleep next to me because it was like being in an oven, so I'm hoping to make her mad enough to wake up."  He removed the rest of his uniform down to only his boxers before climbing up onto the cot next to you, wrapping himself and one of the blankets around you to keep the heat in.

"Sorry, but I'm not stripping down for Wilson," Tony snickered, but he did at least strip himself out of the suit, only to reassemble it around Sam.  "There's a heater built in, so that's the only warm hug he's getting from me."

"She's so cold..." Steve shivered as your skin connected, "Barton, hurry."

Steve took some comfort when the shaking from your body slowed and eventually stopped over the next few agonizing minutes, but your eyes remained closed.  He dared a small smile when he felt you curl closer to him, as his warmth finally began to take effect.  "I'm right here, (Y/N)," he whispered, his arms holding you even tighter, "I'm gonna take care of you, okay?  I haven't been so good at that lately...for a long time, but not anymore.  I'm right here."

He could have been reciting the alphabet for all you knew; you were still floating around in your mind trying to focus on any source of heat that you could get to.  You heard the deep comfort of his voice, though, and that alone gave you enough consolation for now. 

"Tony, how's Sam?" Steve asked almost apologetically.  It wasn't that he cared any less for his friend, but Sam didn't need his focus.

"He's coming around, Cap, don't worry.  Throw just a little trust my way today, alright?"

"I do trust you," he said quickly, "and hey, listen...I'm sorry for what I said earlier.  I'm sure that your head can fit up there just fine."

Tony spun around on his heel with a sharp squeal of his shoe on the jet floor, his gasp of shock echoing loudly at the unexpected insult during such a tenuous moment.  He stared at Steve, completely aghast, but only for a few fleeting seconds before his face erupted in a brilliant smile, followed by a true, uninhibited laugh at the ridiculousness of it.  "Apology accepted!  Oh man...that was slick, Cap, I'll give you that."

"Smartass," you mumbled from partially numb and tingling lips, barely uttering a sound, but his enhanced hearing caught it like you had just screamed it into his ear.  Your voice was the only sound he wanted to hear. 

"Honey?  (Y/N), you're okay," Steve jolted, wanting to both hold you tighter and sit up to get a clearer look to be sure that he was telling you the truth.  He opted to keep his grip tight until he knew that you were awake.  "Are you warming up?"

Giving your best nod of agreement, you lifted your head up just enough to look down and see that Steve had stripped your uniform away, and he had his body wrapped around you so thoroughly that you could barely see much of yourself.  Your sight was still a bit hazy from the cold, but you were definitely sure that you were wearing much more when the mission began.  "For a minute there, I wondered if you were getting better about public displays of affection."

Now it was Steve who was laughing at a time when unexpected, keeping his head lowered so that only you could hear, "well, it is my favorite way to end an argument."

"Ugh, you're like a damn oven."  Once you began to push him back and kick the heavy blanket away, you felt a chill run through you again; it didn't take much to decide that being too warm was preferable to the cold that still hung in your bones.  "But that's okay," you backpedaled, "I always liked that about you."

"Liar."

"Fine, maybe liked is a strong word," you relented, "but I've never been frozen before and I can definitely appreciate it now.  I'll never take you for granted again."

"Me?  Or my metabolism?"

"All of it."

Steve smiled to himself with a contemplative hum in his chest, pressing a quick kiss to your still-wet and cold hair before lying down again to pull you close when your tremors began to build again.  "Like I said last night, doll, I'll take it."