It's been a while! But I got my inspiration back and I am on a roll, so I'm pushing chapters out like crazy right now! But this is it! The end! I told you it was ending soon! And I really don't know where to go from here, so this is it! It was fun writing something different! I really enjoyed this one!

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Sam's jaw dropped when the door opened. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He'd never seen her dressed up, but he liked it. And he liked a little too much, and he found himself having to think of being mauled by a bear to keep himself in check.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked, and found himself a little weak in the knees when she smiled at him, nodding.

He offered her his arm, standing close to her as he leads her to the elevator, making small talk.

"I hope you like steak and potatoes."

"I haven' had a decent steak in….in...a really long time." She smiles.

"Well, prepared to have your mind blown." He says, leading her into the kitchen.

Stark had helped him set things up, the lights turned down low, the table set for two with candles, flowers and the nicest set of china that Tony could have shipped in two hours to the tower. He'd set up everything he'd need to make the dinner, Tony having that shipped too. Tony preferred to have everything shipped to the tower, rather than just going down the street to get it. Something about security and not risking getting hurt. Sam thought it was a little excessive, but Tony felt a little guilty for treating Anna and Tippy like the plague, and he wanted to make it up for them in the only way he knew how: spending money. But Sam was grateful at the same time.

"Would you like some wine?" Sam asked, pulling the bottle out with a couple glasses.

"That would be wonderful." She smiled again and he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach.

He poured them both a glass, before starting on dinner, talking with her. He wanted to get to know her inside and out. He had a vague sense of what happened to her, but he wanted to know everything.

"I was born in 1932, right after my Ma and Pa got married. Tippy came along two years later, after Pa had an affair. Ma never left him though. She believed everyone deserved a second chance, an' you can't be defined by your mistakes."

"She sounded wonderful."

"She was. She raised Tippy an' cared for her like her own, after Tippy's Ma left her on the doorstep cause she couldn' care for her properly. Thought her Pa could give her a better life. She made Tippy part of the family. I was ten when Pa signed up to go overseas with the Army. I think part of Ma never forgave him for doing that. But he would have been sent anyways. Life was hard without him, but he wrote us, and Ma would read the letters to us, let us know that our Pa was alright. He came home three years later, an' everything went back to normal, Pa helping out the government sometimes. They were always looking for Captain America, wanting to take down what was left of the Nazi's. An' seven years later, they found us when we weren' looking."

"When did you find out you had powers?" Sam asked as he flipped a steak on the stove.

"When I was six. Tippy an' I were fighting over a doll, an' I grabbed her hand and she screamed like she'd been burned, and kept screaming that it hurt. But there was nothing wrong that we could see. My Ma thought she was overreacting until she touched me, and pulled away like she'd been burned too. They never spoke of it, but I could hear them arguing at night sometimes. I don' know how HYDRA found out. But they did. And they took my sister and I."

Sam stopped what he was doing, pulling Anna into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him without hesitating, burying her face in his chest. It felt good to hold her, comfort her. It felt right. He wanted to hold her all the time, but he was cooking a steak and he didn't want it to burn, so he let her go, moving over to the stove.

"Tell me more about you. What do you like to do?"

"I...I used to fix things. When Pa left for the war, we lost our handy man, so I had to learn how to fix things." She shrugs. "I guess it kinda became a hobby. I used to look at the pictures in the books my Pa had about home improvement and I'd learn how to fix things. Ma wanted me to be the cook and learn how to take care of a family, but that was Tippy. I wanted to build things. I'd go to the library and read books on mechanics, and I'd take things apart to learn how they worked. "

"That's how you knew about Bucky's arm."

She nods. "I picked up a lot while with HYDRA. They'd speak in front of me like I was deaf and dumb, but I wasn't. I knew how their weapons worked, including Bucky."

"You know how much we needed you when we found him?"

She laughs a little. "I can imagine. He's doing good though."

"He has his moments still."

"I think we all do sometimes."

"Amen." Sam plates the steaks, checking on the potatoes and green beans.

"It smells delicious." She says, watching him.

He smiles at her, plating the rest of the food. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells. It's been awhile since I cooked for someone besides myself."

"I have faith in your abilities."

He leads her over to the table, pushing in her chair for her before putting the food down in front of her. He pours more wine before taking the seat across from her, waiting for her to take a bite to see if she likes it. Her face lights up as she chews, the butterflies returning to his stomach.

"This is the best steak I've ever had." She says, grinning at him.

"I'm glad you like it!" He says, taking a bite of his own.

They ate in mostly silence, Sam asking questions here and there, making small talk. She seemed to loosen up a little, getting more and more relaxed as dinner went on, or maybe it was the wine. Could she get drunk? He didn't know how to ask that without sounding creepy, so he didn't.

They finished dinner, moving over to the couch, taking the wine with them. Anna sat right against his side, and he placed his arm across the back of the couch. He wanted her to be comfortable, and he didn't want to risk making her run again. She giggled, telling him a story from her childhood, and more butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He wished it could be like this all the time, her smiling and laughing, so care-free. But he knew that wasn't possible. Not with the life she's had, and the life she's living now. He thought about leaving, taking her and running, but he knew she wouldn't leave her sister. Not after finding her and getting her back after so long.

She leaned her head against his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist. He cautiously wrapped his arm around her shoulder, but apparently he wasn't moving fast enough because she grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm around her. He looked down, meeting her eyes, getting lost in them.

"You can touch me. It's okay."

He swallowed thickly, watching her face as he rubbed her arm, trailing his fingers across the smooth skin. He smiles a little as he feels goosebumps form on her skin, her body pressing against his. Her fingers trace lines on his chest, making him shift a little. He shifted more when he felt her lips on his jaw, her fingers gripping his shirt. He looked down at her, tucking her hair behind her ear, her lips parted as she breathed softly, her eyes burning into him.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He says, fighting the instinct to take her right there on the couch.

"I want this as much as you do." She whispers, leaning up towards him.

He met her halfway, pressing his lips to her, pulling her tight against him, tangling his fingers in her hair. She kissed him back, shifting her legs under her to angle herself so she could reach him better.

They kissed for a while, their touches innocent, Sam not wanting to rush into things and push her away, Anna hesitant to push forward too quickly. Sam pulls away, leaning his forehead against Anna's, taking a moment to breathe.

"I don't want to rush into this. Push you to do something you don't want to do. I want you to be comfortable."

"I don't want to rush either. We're safe now. We don't have to rush through things."

Sam smiles down at her. "Yeah. You are safe. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

She looks away, chewing her lip, and he suddenly worries he said the wrong thing.

"Sam?"

He meets her eyes again. "Yeah?"

"I...I love you."

His face almost hurts from the smile that spreads across it, and he leans down, kissing her again. "I love you too. So much."