Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.
Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”
Steve chuckled softly, trying not to show how much Ajax’s reaction moved him. “You like being able to tease me about letting Natasha get a kick in.” He huffed softly, squeezing his hand gently.
"Well I’d rather it be her than someone who really wanted to hurt you," Ajax smiled and returned the squeeze. "We’ve finally found one another. Not about to let you slip away. Not again."
"There are people like that," Steve said softly, a gentle warning. "Recent bruises have been from Natasha, but…most of the marks we’ve shared haven’t been from anything as benign. I wouldn’t…" he shook his head, "Good to have someone to fight to get back to."
“Bound to be people like that, especially in our line of work,” Ajax sighed. They worked for SHIELD, they were bound to make enemies. The last sentiment brought a small flush to his cheeks, “Glad that I give you something to fight for. Um, maybe it’s early in the dinner, but after this do you wanna, you know, go somewhere? I’ve got an apartment…”












