Title: If I Risk It All
Author: Sgt. Pepperony
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Pairings: Steve/Wanda
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, characters. Property of Marvel and Disney. Song by Sam Smith.

So this story is post-Civil War with the only divergence being the mid-credit scene. Enjoy.

I've spent a lifetime running,
And I always get away.
But with you I'm feeling something,
That makes me want to stay.

Chapter One

Paris looked so different to what it was in the Second World War. For one, the city had rebuilt itself from the ground up, and there were so many people bustling about their business like there was no tomorrow. Steve Rogers had been to Paris loads of times since he had woken up in the twenty-first century, mostly on S.H.I.E.L.D business. However, there was no S.H.I.E.L.D anymore. In fact, he was not even an Avenger anymore, if the Avengers even existed, which he highly doubted after the splintering of the group. If there was a team, Steve knew that they were in the government's hands.

It was August and the weather was sweltering. Not as much as it was during the trek to Morocco from Wakanda, but it was still uncomfortably hot. Steve had never known France to be this hot. Back in the War, he was stationed during the winter months and it had been unbearably cold. Bucky looked as though he was remembering what the city, but because of the changes that had been developing in the last seventy or so years, Steve could sense some sort of confusion in his friend's face.

"I know. It's strange to me too," he said.

"So what do we do now?" Sam asked as he got off the train carriage followed closely by Wanda.

"We find a hotel and crash for the night."

"And then what?" Wanda questioned.

"I don't know. Hide out I guess."

"Steve, we're on the run. Surely someone is going to recognise us in this city."

Wanda had been particularly doubtful of running from Wakanda, especially to Europe of all places. The only reason she had come is so she was not left alone. As appreciative as they all were to T'Challa for giving them refuge, they needed to get to Paris. Wanda had not voiced her doubt the entire journey but now they had arrived, she was fearful someone could report them to the authorities and she would be back in the cell on the Raft, only this time they would torture her on the hour rather than every six hours.

Steve turned to Wanda and put his hand on her shoulders. "Listen, if we keep our heads down and act normally, then we'll be okay. We just have to blend in."

"How are we supposed to do that?" Bucky asked.

-o-

"Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider?" the receptionist asked Steve when he and Bucky came up to the check-in desk.

"Bonjour. Mes amis et moi ont besoin de deux chambres pour la nuit. Lits jumeaux, voisins et avec salle de bains privative," Steve replied.

While Steve was arranging the rooms, Wanda and Sam waited on the sofas. Wanda kept looking around in case someone looked at her suspiciously.

"Wanda, you need to relax," Sam told her. "You're drawing more attention to yourself by looking around like that."

"It's easy for you to say Sam. You were not the one they beat up, strapped in a straitjacket and shock collar, and tortured every few hours just for fun," she retorted.

Sam looked down. Wanda had more to fear than he did, and she was right in saying that it was easy for him to relax given what had occurred on the Raft. "I'm sorry Wanda. I didn't think."

"It's fine Sam. I do need to relax, but I can't help but fear that if I am caught, I'll be sent back to the Raft and the punishment will be worse than what I got the first time."

"Steve is not going to let that happen again."

"I know. I just think being in Europe and a whole country away from Berlin is making me nervous."

At that point, Steve and Bucky came over with two key cards. Steve explained, "Okay, we have two twin rooms that are next to one another. Wanda, you're with me, Sam you are bunking with Bucky."

"What?" asked Sam. Even Wanda looked at Steve as though he had lost his mind.

"You two need to put the past behind and get on. Driving through Africa with you two was like traveling with two squabbling brothers. We can't afford to split the group up further." Sam and Bucky sighed like two children being told off by their father. Steve looked to Wanda to see if she was okay with the arrangement. Wanda nodded, confirming that the arrangement was fine. "Right, now I suggest going up to the rooms and work out what we are going to do."

The hotel room that Steve and Wanda were going to share had two single beds, a bedside cabinet in the middle and a small shower room. There was also a door attached to the next room, which just so happened to be Bucky and Sam's room. On one of the beds, the four lay out what few possessions they had: one cell phone, one charger, a handful twenty dollar bills, a credit card in the name of Joseph Patrick McCoy and what probably was stale chewing gum.

"Well, we're screwed," Sam commented. "We have about sixty dollars, which is probably about fifty euros and a credit card that we probably won't be able to pay off."

"And we just bought two seventy euro a night hotel rooms," Wanda added.

"Well, it is lucky that King T'Challa is willing to pay off the debt," Steve pointed out.

"I literally cannot believe that we are indebted to a king," Bucky commented.

"Neither than I. Okay. So, I suggest we use the card to buy some fresh clothes so we blend in."

"Yeah, because we really are going to blend in with one of us looking like a hobo," Sam commented. Bucky glared at him.

-o-

"First rule of being on the run is to walk and not run," Steve told the other four as they walked straight into the shopping mall. Bucky had been given some sunglasses to hide his face while Wanda and Steve were wearing fake glasses.

"You sound like you know this from experience," Wanda commented.

"It's a long story. Just stay close and walk confidently."

Wanda would be lying if she thought that this was risky. It was not as though the four were unrecognisable, but Steve and Sam were right in saying that if she acted strangely then they would be bound to be caught. In one of the stores, Steve grabbed a bunch of t-shirts and jeans, as did Sam. Bucky tried to decide if he should follow suit since he probably would blend in more. Wanda picked up as many black, grey and red dresses as she could and soon all four had at least three bags on their persons.

The next task of the day was to groom Bucky, especially washing and cutting the matted dark hair. It would have been better to go to a salon but under the circumstances, Wanda was their best bet. When they got back to the hotel, Wanda washed Bucky's hair with the complimentary shampoo and conditioner and while it was still damp, she cropped the hair so it was a similar length to Steve's hair. She tried to give it a bit of style but as she was not a hairstylist it did not quite work out. At least it looked better than his shoulder-length hair.

"There, you look so much better now," Wanda commented when she brushed Bucky's fringe.

"Yeah, less like a hobo," Sam added. Wanda glared at Sam and he slightly retreated due to the red glow in her eyes creeping him out. "So, I am going to call it a night. Barnes you coming?"

"I guess," Bucky replied as he unwrapped the towel from around his shoulders. "Thanks Wanda. You did a good job."

"Thanks James."

"Night Wanda," Sam said.

"Night," she replied. She watched as the two walked through the door that adjoined their rooms and Wanda looked at the pile of hair on the floor. She quickly cleaned up the clumps and threw them into the bin. Once she tided the bathroom up, she went back into the bedroom where Steve was sitting by the window and sketching the skyline that if she squinted, she could make out the towers of Notre Dame. "I'm sorry if I am being a pain in the ass."

Steve looked at her and smiled softly, "You're not. Sam told me that you are worried about being sent back to the Raft."

Wanda walked over and sat on the bed nearest to Steve. "Why are we in Europe anyway?"

"Natasha managed to send a message out and I need to meet her. Sam and Bucky were not going to let me go on my own, and then you did not want to be left alone. Probably complicates everything."

"So if we had not tagged along, you would have gone back to Wakanda?"

"I would never leave the three of you behind, not after everything you've been through."

Wanda smiled but felt her stomach drop. The last time she and Steve had a heart-to-heart was just before Steve had gone to London for Peggy's funeral and it only just occurred to her that she had not asked how he was feeling following it. Granted, so much had happened that Steve must have felt as though a piano had been dropped on him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm coping, just about. I sort of have to."

"You don't have to. You are allow to scream and punch something if it gets too much, and let's face it so much happened in such a short time."

"True. I'm not going to lie, I was close to breaking when I carried Peggy into the church."

Wanda's eyes looked to be welling slightly. She knew how Steve felt. She had almost broke when they buried Pietro. "I hated every second of Pietro's funeral. It finally hit me that he was actually gone and never coming back. It is not as though he died peacefully. He must have been in so much pain."

The tears finally escaped Wanda's eyes and she sniffed. Steve put his sketchbook down and went to sit by Wanda, and wrapped his arm around Wanda. Wanda rested her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. He was so warm and there was a warmth developing in her blood. His thumb stroked along her bare shoulder and laced the fingers of his other hand with her hand. There they were. Two losers, in the sense they had lost people close to them, whether they were dead or alive but not in contact with them.

There was a faint kiss pressed to her forehead and the warmth in her blood only grew hotter. "You know, I thought there was a moment between us when you talked to me after Lagos."

"What sort of moment?"

Wanda looked up to him and his eyes were so blue that Wanda felt as though she could drown in them. She cupped his face and felt his rough stubble under her hand. Gently, ever so gently, she touched his lips with her own.

To her surprise, Steve did not pull back. The hand she was holding let go of hers and put it on Wanda's waist. She could faintly taste mint and lemonade on his lips. The hand on Steve's cheek to the back of his head and she raked her finger through Steve's straw-coloured hair.

Wanda pulled back and rested her forehead against his. She was breathing deeply and her heart was pounding.

"That was..." she breathed.

"Oui. C'est parfait."

Steve kissed her again, only deeper this time. Wanda lay down on the bed so her head was on the pillow and Steve's body lying beside her as his lips caressed hers. Wanda had never been so contented. His lips were slightly chapped but Wanda liked the way it felt against her lips, and his stubble was tickling her slightly which made her fight the urge to giggle. Her hand snuck under his grey t-shirt and her fingers touched his hard abdomen so softly Steve could scarcely feel it. Steve broke the kiss so Wanda could lift the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head.

Wanda had seem him shirtless before, but it still took her breath away. In the dim light, she could make out a scar on his stomach, possibly a from gunshot wound. It did not surprise her since he had been a solider, but it looked to have been a fairly recent wound, at least two years old.

"How did that happen?" she asked as the touched the scar.

"Bucky shot me. He was brainwashed at the time," he answered. She turned her head slightly to look at what appeared to be a faded burn mark. "That was from the Battle of New York. Laser beam or something."

"We should paint a target on your stomach."

Steve chuckled but then grew serious. "You really sure you want to do this?"

Wanda sat up so her emerald green eyes looked into his sea blue orbs. "I think we have proven that life is too short, and we have already missed one moment Steve. I don't want to miss this moment, because I don't know when we will find the next one."

Steve nodded and pushed the stray hairs from her eyes. Wanda began to unbutton the front of her dress and she lowered the straps so the grey material fell to her sides, leaving her chest only covered by a simple black bra. With them both on their knees looking at one another, Wanda began to press her dry lips against Steve's jaw. Her arms glided around his waist and rested her hands against his strong back. Steve's breaths were very heavy as her lips moved down to his neck. His hands finally sprang into action and he worked the clasp of her bra. Wanda lifted her arms slightly so the bra could be removed properly and Wanda pressed her body up against Steve's frame while he pulled the rest of the dress down. They kissed again, only this time, their tongues melded together, stroking and drinking one another in.

They lay back down again, and it was Steve's turn to look at her topless body. Her breasts were full, with soft flushes of pink flesh, and dusky peaks. He could also make out a jagged scar that went from the middle of her right hip up to just under her navel.

"Appendectomy. Sokovia did not have the best healthcare in the world, even with such a simple surgery," she explained. His finger stroked along the raised skin and he pressed his lips to it. Much to Wanda's surprise, rather than kissing her from the top down, he decided to go from the bottom, starting with her ankle.

Wanda's legs had been a source of fascination to Steve since the first time he had fully lay eyes on them. He was sparing with Sam at the time, in the early days of the new Avengers, when Wanda came into the gym wearing tight black yoga shorts. She had taken up yoga to help with calming her body down and training her focus. Despite the fact that Steve should have been defending himself, he was distracted by Wanda practicing some yoga poses and her fairly long and shapely legs. He was only snapped out of his distraction by Sam pinning him to the sparing mat.

Steve pressed a kiss to the inside of her legs and slowly, almost tortuously, he worked his way up the limbs. He reached the inside of her left thigh where he noticed a patch of scar tissue. Like the appendectomy scar, it looked to have been from her youth. He looked to her for answers. Wanda's lips went thin.

"After the shell hit my home, the shrapnel got caught in my leg."

Steve pressed a kiss to the scar and placed one final kiss onto the opposite thigh. He could faintly smell her through her panties, slightly musky but also had a hint of spice. He salivated slightly. His hand's grabbed the top of the cotton materiel and Wanda elevated her hips so Steve could take the panties off. Wanda lifted her legs so her thighs rested on the back of Steve's shoulders and lifted herself up so she was being supported by her forehands, only for her head to fall back once Steve bent his head to adore her.

She did taste of the spice Steve could smell, but there was also a slight sweetness to it. Steve would not call himself an expert of oral sex, but he was a quick learner. Wanda gave breathy instructions that Steve listened to and every time he responded, Wanda's reaction was very positive. There were gently gasps coming from the back of her throat and occasionally would say something in Serbian, that Steve was not entirely sure if what she was saying was curse words. Once he was sure that Wanda had been stimulated enough, he moved his hand down and gently eased his index finger inside of her. Wanda let out a sharp sort of groan, and she really had to hold in the noises she was making in fear that Sam and Bucky would overhear, especially when Steve wrapped his lips around her clitoris. Wanda almost squealed.

"You like that huh?" Steve asked.

"Don't be a smart-ass Steve."

Steve chuckled as he returned to his ministrations, gently teasing her clit with his tongue. He made small circles around the nub and Wanda's hands gripped the sheets and bit her lips to stop herself from crying out.

From the moment Steve had been pulled from the ice, he had not expected to find someone who understood his life story. Both Steve and Wanda were products of war - in birth and enhancement – and they had both lost so much: their families, their homes, and briefly their sanity. The Avengers had given them at least a reason to exist. It probably was not enough, but at this point in time, in a Parisian hotel, all they had was each other that that was enough.

"Steve," she gasped. "I want you inside me."

It took a lot for Steve to stop licking her, but he was very aware of how hard he was at that moment and if he did not alleviate this soon, he could explode without warning. He counted to three and removed his lips from her clitoris and pulled his finger out of her. He sat up and Wanda helped him unbutton his jeans and pull off the jeans and the boxers. Steve hissed as his erection hit the cool air. Wanda leaned up to kiss him and he rolled over so Wanda was straddling his hips. Something occurred to Steve and he had to voice it.

"Wait, I haven't got anything… you know."

It took Wanda a moment to understand the implication and she sighed. "It's okay. I got an implant when I joined the team."

Steve breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her again. Wanda gripped him in her hand and guided him to her centre and slowly she slide down his length. Both let out a groan as they were finally joined. Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hands on her back while Wanda put her hands on his shoulders to use as leverage.

"Oh fuck," she cursed. He was fairly big, yet not in a grotesque way. It seemed to suit the rest of his frame and once the initially shock of the size of him wore off, she found it so pleasant. For Steve, she was so hot and so slippery and the tightness surrounding him was sending a shiver up his spine every time she moved.

The breaths and murmurs from each other's lips were like music to one another, and Wanda felt so safe and happy in Steve's arms and pressed against his body. Safe and happy. Two things she had not known since she was ten.

"Baby," Steve murmured as he sucked on the side of her neck. For the first time, he took one of her breasts into his hand and rolled the mound, squeezed it and pinched her nipple. Wanda moaned in delight and pressed her head against his shoulder.

"Steve I…" Steve got the message and moved his hand between them so he could stroke her engorged clit. He rolled the bud ever so softly, but it was enough to tip her over the edge. Only it did not feel like falling; it felt as though she was flying. To stop herself from crying out so loudly, she dug her teeth into his shoulder. The tightening of her muscles around him caused Steve to groan and finally spill inside her.

Both were panting and aware they were drenched in sweat. Steve lay down with her on top of him. Given the bed was tiny, Wanda could hardly roll off him in fear that she may fall onto the floor. At best, she could lie half on top of him. They were trembling.

Inside Wanda's head, she was questioning where they were going from here. For now, however, she was satisfied in sleeping beside him and dealing with the consequences later.

So I don't know how many chapters this story is going to be. Unlike some of my other multi-chapter stories (Rubble especially - whose outline changed about five times before I finished it) I have no real outline for this. I'm literally going to pance this and see how it turns out.