Okay. I know. I have multiple stories going on. I'm still working on them all. Though the response to the last update of Complications... Sorry. Anyway. Four ongoing stories, several little one shot ideas percolating. Then, I started seeing several writers doing this OTP 30 day challenge, giving me some lovely CaptainHill reading. Since others did it so well, I figured no one needed my angle. Then my mind turned to one of my other pairings and the ideas started popping. Here's day 1.

Holding Hands

Explosions continued to rock the helicarrier as they made their way through the debris strewn corridor. The ventilation system worked hard to clear the air, but was barely keeping up as smoke continued to pour into the hallway.

Nick leaned heavily his second in command as she half carried, half dragged him him through the wreckage. They paused a moment as a coughing fit claimed more of his rapidly dwindling energy reserves. Maria propped him up against the wall as she studied the scene around them.

"How much farther to the backup bridge?" she questioned.

He coughed a few more times then looked around, He took note of the markings on the wall, figuring where they were and where they were going.

"Down 4 more decks, little more to the center," he told her.

She studied him for a few moments. "Are you going to be able to make it?"

"Don't have much choice, do I?"

"I could make it faster on my own," she told him.

He knew she was right. She was small and limber and could navigate the piles of rubble with relative ease. Even healthy and uninjured, Nick was more limited. The injuries he had suffered in the attack further limited his mobility and he had been leaning heavily on Maria during their trek.

Had the circumstances been different, both would have enjoyed the closeness, but, as always, the personal had to take a backseat to the needs of SHIELD.

"You could," he agreed, "but it wouldn't do you any good." When she raised a questioning eyebrow, he shrugged. "It will only open to my hand print."

"Well, that wasn't very well thought out, was it?" she retorted.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn't want anyone I didn't trust being able to access it."

"And since you really don't trust anyone other than yourself..."

He looked at her sheepishly. "I'm trying."

It was her turn to shrug. "Old habits die hard. I certainly know that better than most."

"I'll fix the access issue when we fix..." He looked around. "Everything else," he sighed.

"Great for the future," she answered, "but for now, we have to get you down there." She considered for a moment. "It's just your hand print that's needed, right?"

"What?"

"All I really need is your hand," she repeated.

"I'm rather attached to my hand," he reminded her.

She waved off his statement with a straight face as she pulled out a knife.

"Hill," he protested.

"No big deal," she told him. "If we're quick enough, the surgeons should be able to reattach it without too much trouble. If not, you'll adjust. You do fine with just one eye and besides, they're doing amazing things with prosthetics these days."

His eye narrowed as he studied her. "Sorry, but, no. As anxious as you seem to be to slice me up, that wouldn't work. The system detects not only my hand print, but also pressure."

"I can press it against the panel."

"Body temperature."

"I'll be quick and carry it under my shirt."

"And pulse."

She chewed her lip. "Yeah. That could be a problem." Finally, she tucked the knife away with a grin. "I guess we'd best leave it where it's at.."

"Though you did say something about having it under your shirt," he murmured in a low voice.

She looked to the ceiling as the carrier shook from another explosion.

"Remind me of that later," she told him. "Now, we need to get to the backup command center."

As he nodded his agreement, she moved to his side, ducking under his good arm and wrapping her arms around him. His other arm was held tight against his chest in a makeshift sling to immobilize his dislocated shoulder.

With a deep breath, he pushed away from the wall, trying to rely more on his own strength and less on that of the woman next to him.

When they they finally reached the location, he struggled to pull his arm from the sling. "Got to be the right hand," he explained.

Maria reached over and raised his palm to the recessed panel, gently straightening his fingers. He grimaced as he struggled to press against the pad and she pressed her hand against his, applying the needed pressure to the sensor. While it processed his information, she studied the contrast.

Her always fair skin looked even paler next to the rich chocolate shade of his. It also looked small and delicate, something she rarely thought about herself.

He had that effect on her. When they worked, things were strictly professional. He gave orders. Sometimes, she obeyed, sometimes she argued. They discussed, agreed, and disagreed. In private, though, he made her feel special. Treasured.

She realized her thumb was gently stoking his hand and started to pull away. Before she could, he shifted his fingers slightly, catching hers between his. She looked up to find him smiling at her.

Password? the computer asked.

Removing his hand from the panel, he put his other hand over hers, sandwiching it between his two larger ones.

"Nick loves Maria," he answered the machine.

She gaped at him a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Really?"

"Didn't figure anyone was likely to guess it," he told her with a shrug, He studied their joined hands as they waited for the computer.

Identity confirmed

The door opened and the duo entered the dark room, still hand in hand.

"Power," he ordered.

With a soft hum, the lights came on and they looked around, watching as systems around the room began to power up.

"Are we going to do this alone?" she asked.

"Nope. I entered a list of trusted staff members who were to be informed and directed here when the system was powered up."

He nodded as her communication device suddenly started vibrating.

"Just like that."

He lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm.

"What say we take back control and kick those mother f-ers off our helicarrier?"

"Sounds like a plan," she replied, squeezing his hand before pulling away. "Sounds like a plan."

That's day 1. I have thoughts on most of the other prompts. I'd love to know what you think. Do you want more? Let me know. Pretty please?