brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

twenty-three.

anastasia presley james
chapter twenty-three
sept. 1, 2013

"hey," i hear from behind me. i turn and see steve, causing a smile to form on my face.

"you got them!" i cheer, running over to my bedroom doorway taking the bag out of his hand.

"can i ask why you need so many books?" he asks as i put the bag on my desk, pulling out the books i missed out on reading all these years.

"to read, duh."

steve laughs and i turn around with a small scowl.

"you're a," i begin, looking for a way to insult him,"jerk face." 

"ouch," he says between laughs and i grab the hair clip off my desk and throw it at him, which he catches,"well, at least your throws aren't as weak as your comebacks."

i huff and turn around. i begin to arrange my books in my book case in author alphabetical order, within a few minutes i'm finished. i smile to myself, feeling accomplished with such a small task. i pull my hair into a bun and reach for my clip, which i threw at steve.

i drop my hair and i hear steve's footsteps close in on me. he places the clip on my desk and i turn back, to be met with his face near mine.

"hey, ana?"

"yeah, rogers."

"i want to ask you something, but i also don't want to overstep," he admits and walks closer to me.

"steve, you can always ask whatever you'd like."

"the night in brooklyn," my breath hitches at the mention of that night, steve's body moves closer and i begin to walk back,"we never made it clear."

i feel my back hit a wall and steve places a soft hand on my cheek.

"made what clear?" i stammer, intimidated by his body towering over me.

"that you're mine."

i let out a small laugh and shake my head.

"steve," i began but before i could finish steve's lips were on mine.

he captivated me in the kiss, my eyes shut and i feel my body become paralyzed. his tongue swept against my bottom lip and i open my mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance. i feel my body slowly turn to jello from the inside out by his touch. every part of my body on fire with burning passion.

steve pulls back and i hesitate to open my eyes. i flutter my eyelids and open them, scanning over steve's face.

steve does the same.

"you love me. i know you do, and i love you. just say the words and i'm yours," he whispers, i look over at my open bedroom door and see a dark figure pass by.

"what was that?" i push off the wall and steve puts his forearm to my collar bone and slams me into the wall,"let me go!"

i cough for air and try to hit him off.

"steve! let go," i spit out, his eyes darken and his hold gets tighter. i look over and see my book shelf, i reach out for a book but my fingers don't reach.

"why can't you listen," steve says in a dark tone and i hit my forehead with his. he backs up and puts a hand to his head,"fuck you, ana! you let bucky die, it should have been you!"

i try to regain a steady breath and look at steve who was full of hatred..

"what?" i ask, in shock from his forcefulness.