Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

A/N
I hope the chapter is to your guys liking. It was a fast one to write and maybe you guys thought it'll be spicy but I just think it isn't the time yet. There's too much Steve and your character haven't talked about. I hope you enjoy it either way tho.  Leave me a comment or dm if theres anything you'd like the story to have/feature.

When I arrived at the cinema I was the second person to be there. Turns out Steves the first. The universe seemed to hate me. I had been ignoring him since the shower-incident.

'(Y/N). Good to see you.'

'Can't say the same Captain.'

'What is it? Did I get under your skin? You know, since we have to wait for the others why don't we talk about how no one knew you were a S.H.I.E.L.D-Trainee AND Agent.'

'That is private information Mr. Rogers and it shouldn't concern you.'

'You're in a feisty mood. I see. You know it could have been a good heads up for me to know that. We could have started on the right foot instead of playing enemies since we met.'

'I am not playing enemies Steve. I just can't seem to stand you. Not one bit in fact, so drop the subject or I'll make you.'

I just wanted to enjoy the evening with my new found friends. He made me mad and I feel stressed from our most recent incident.
So much had happened between me and Steve and it was always something else. First he ignores me than he makes me literally drip in my own office and then he sweetly carries me to my bed when I accidentally fall asleep on him. I am so extremely torn between hate and lust when it comes to him. As I said it gives me complete and utter whiplash and makes me even more angry but needy for that man.

Thankfully, soon after our heated conversation about my past, the others started to roll in. The last to join was Carol. I made her acquaintance and learned that she normally doesn't live on earth, she was just visiting her old friend from her earlier days at the air force.

Our friend group or work group, if you will, made its way to the cinema entrance, all paying for their tickets and everyone being full of excited anticipation.
We all rolled into the theater room looking down at our tickets and walking to our assigned seats. Of course me and Steve where to sit next to each other. The universe clearly hated me. Steve looked at me smirking devilishly waiting for me to protest or try reassigning seats. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
I sat down behind all the others and Steve sat down next to me. Still fucking smirking. That fucker had something planned.

The movie started and the lights went out in the hall. I started to feel strangely hot from the inside. No. The heat came from beside me. Steve was radiating heat like a stovetop. His smell of perfume wafting around my body casing me in. 

'So, why don't we talk for a second?'

Steve was leaning towards me, whispering into my ear, only an inch away from my ear. His warm breath brushing against my neck as he spoke.

'Do you know what I found out when I was doing my research on you, Ms. Young? I found out that you where on Starks heels the whole time he was in that plane flying to Siberia, trying to catch up to me and Bucky. Now tell me, doll, why would you go after him?'

To say the least, I am extremely intoxicated by his scent. I literally couldn't think straight. What I knew, though, was that Steve had been digging in my past which didn't sit right with me. I snapped out of it, turned to face him in his eyes and slowly raised my hand.

'You should keep your star-spangled ass out of my past, Soldier.'

Abruptly putting my fingers around his throat, lightly squeezing, I pushed him down on his seat next to mine.

'Either you keep out or I will make you. Understood? It is non of your business nor will I talk about it.'

I let go of him, sitting back in my seat. Starring straight ahead at the damned screen playing a movie I should be watching right now instead of thinking about when I tore my cousin out of a shithole, bleeding everywhere, barely breathing.
Tapping on Wandas shoulder, I whispered to her.

'Wanda, Nat, I don't feel so good. I'm going home. We can do something tomorrow if you girls want?'

'It's okay, (Y/N). Get home safely.'

Steve stood to his feet right after me.

'I'll give you a ride.'

'Sit. The. Hell. DOWN Captain or this ends badly. This is your last warning.', I told him whispering.

He did sit down and I made my way out of the movie theater. I grabbed a cab and drove home.
I got into my apartment and closed the door fast enough before crashing down behind it, sobbing.

-

*flash back*

'TONY! Tony wake up! Please, wake up, Hydra is on its way. Come on, they are almost here we need to leave!'
I shouted at an unconscious Tony while trying to drag him away from the Siberian Hydra-Base.
'Tony please!' , crying, I tried hurrying him back to the quinjet I had stolen after overhearing Tonys conversation. I performed CPR, but nothing worked.

'J.A.R.V.I.S! start the jet and help me revive Tony! Fast!'

'Right on, Miss.'

'Please Tony, wake up. I can't loose you.'

Picking up some defibrillators I loaded them up, rubbing them against each other.

'Miss, I put the Jet on autopilot. We will be at home in 5 hours. Please lay Mr. Stark on his back and put the defibrillators away so I can scan his body.'

I did as J.A.R.V.I.S said, and hoped for Tony to be okay.

'Miss Young I am afraid I have to walk you through the process of putting Mr. Stark in an artificial coma.'

'Why? What is wrong with him?'

'Mr. Starks rib is broken inwards and pushing against some arteries connecting to his brain. If you act fast, Miss, we can ensure his full recovery.'

-

I woke up sitting on my cold, hard wood floor with my head against my front door. It was light out and I had just woken up from a too realistic nightmare.
I try shaking the memory out of my head and start to change out of my clothes. Steve had brought back the memories I tried to forget. They came flooding in like a tidal wave filled with sadness. Like a panic attack I could stop.

I made myself some coffee after washing of my tears in a hot shower. While getting dressed I thought about all the good times me and Tony had when I was a kid. This is something I always do when that one specific memory gets triggered in my mind. It helps me get in a good mindset again.

Still thinking of good times I make my way to my office. Passing everyone without saying anything, I just didn't feel like it. Entering my office, I shove my door closed and get to my iPad.

'Good morning everyone. This is everyones schedule for the day. Only contact me if urgent.

James Barnes, Sam Wilson: AA-Meeting 8am, usual spot in central park.

Wanda Maximoff: Meeting with Mr. Secretary, 10:30am
Vision, Clint Barton: Training-session 3C 2pm, at the gym on the 2nd floor

Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff: PR-Meeting 5pm, meeting room 5 at the compound

Peter Parker: Spanish-Exam at 3pm. Don't dare to be late. If you won't show I'll tell May your secret. Got it?

The rest of you can do whatever they please.'

Pressing the 'send'-button I let the team know their appointments for the day so I can be on my way to the basement. Tony had given me access to his private gym/laboratory. He assured me almost no one knew about the place so I changed into some workout gear and hurried myself through the halls so no one could see me.