Agent Seven

Chapter 8: Sleep Deprived

*KNOCK**KNOCK*

Someone tapped my door and I groaned; It was two days after the party and I hadn't spoken to anyone since, I would eat and train with them in silence then I would go to my room and shut the door. Yes I'm probably being dramatic but I don't want to talk, I don't want to hear Tony's questions and I don't want to talk about my parents or my life.

*KNOCK**KNOCK*

The knocking continued and I ignored it as I carried on with my drawing... I had been decorating my room by drawing on the walls in pencil until I was sure it was the design I wanted then I would go over it in paint.

In the corner of my eye I watched as my bedroom door open and Steve stepped into my room.

"Wanna talk?" Steve asked.

I looked at Steve lowering my pencil. "Wanna shut the door on your way out?" I asked in a sassy tone.

Steve sighed as he shut my door, he walked over to my bed and sat on the edge of it looking at the wall in front of me... Yeah I wasn't inviting you in but whatever you may sit, look and not speak as I work on my masterpiece.

"What are you drawing?" Steve asked. "It's six in the morning you're usually training now?"

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. "I'm drawing my will to live," I mumbled sarcastically then I looked at Steve. "I've been studying all night for my biology test for extra credit so now I'm taking a break."

"It's six in the morning," Steve stated again.

I sighed in annoyance. "Yeah I've been studying all night so now I'm taking a break before I got to hell for the day," I told him. "I do apologise for studying."

"Does Stark know you've drawn on the wall?" He asked.

"Does it look like I care?" I sassed; Okay I was tired and angry so my sass level was off the scale.

"Why are you being like this?" Steve asked in a harsh tone. "What happened at the party that put you in this mood, you ignored Clint yesterday for what reason?"

I threw my pencil across the room. "Nothing okay, what does it matter?" I asked. "I am nothing to anyone on this team so if I want to sit in my room for hours and hours then let me. I'm not hurting anyone!"

"You're hurting Clint and Natasha!" Steve snapped. "They raised you Seven, Clint see's you like a younger sister and you're shutting them out. Why?"

I stood up. "It has nothing to do with you!" I stated. "Why are you even in here, why do you even care?"

"You are a member of this team and if your heads not in the right place then you could put everyone in danger when in the field!" Steve stated as he stood up towering over me. "You need to get back into training with us properly, you have an hour before school so go to the training room and let off some steam with Clint and Nat."

I crossed my arms. "I'd like you to leave my room while I get ready for school so I can be free from people sticking their noses in my business!" I told him as I opened the door.

Steve walked out the door, he grabbed the handle and slammed it shut behind himself. I rested my back against the door then slid down, I wrapped my arms around my knees and all I could do was hate myself for being the secret child of Steve Rogers; Would it be easier if he knew, would it all be better if it was out there that I was his and Agent Carter's child?

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